Today started out as a typical Monday. I woke up at 5:15am, took a shower, blow dried my hair, picked out a pretty dress to wear, said prayers with my hubby then off to work. I sat in traffic an got to work around 7:30a. I said hello to people, logged on to my computer, turned on my heater to warm up my cold tootsies. I checked my voicemail and e-mail. I made 1 outgoing phone call and took 1 ioncoming call. I volunteered to do a home office visit for someone who was out. Then, I felt a sharp, stabbing, overwhelming pain in the lower left side of my tummy. I started to black out. I thought 'This will pass'. It didn't pass. I wanted to cry and scream, but I was at work so I started to pray. 'Father, I need you with me. I need you with me right now.'
Some woman was saying my name and I couldn't understand why she wouldn't just let me sleep. I was having a nice dream. On the floor. In my office. I opened my eyes and saw my boss staring at me. I was laying on the floor and my coworker Heather was calling my name to wake me up. I had passed out. I was out for about 10 seconds. My boss helped to up to my chair and turned off my heater. I started to sit up and got very lightheaded again and he told me to put my head between my knees, which I did. I was shaking and my ears were fuzzy like static on TV. Heather was on the phone with the 911 operator.
Within minutes 3 Firemen and 3 Paramedics showed up with all kinds of machines and questions and a gurney. They took my blood pressure and went through their litany of questions to me and my boss and coworkers. I was so embarrased. I wanted to crawl under my desk. They put me on the gurney and strapped me in with the 5 point Nascar harness. Down the elevator, saying goodbye to the facilities guys who eat all my candy, telling them that if I didn't make it through, they could have all my candy. They loaded me into a real ambulance. Part of me felt like an idiot, part of me felt like a rockstar.
We were off to Sharp Memorial Hospital in San Diego. Paramedic Intern Ben inserted my IV going over speedbumps, that was exciting. They took my vitals again and called in all my info to the emergency room at the hospital. Paramedic Mike Williams told me all about the ambulance and some of his stories. The inside of an ambulance looks the same in real life as it does on TV. But they didn't have the sirens blaring, thank God! At the hospital I got checked in and asked the same questions all over again. I said goodbye to my Paramedics and got wheeled in the emergency room. The wonderful and beautiful nurse on duty, Debbie got me all stripped and situated in my backside baring gown and set me up with all my monitors. The EKG guy Raymond came and stuck stickers to me and hooked up my heart to the beeping monitor. New Paramedic interns came and asked me the same questions again and took my blood pressure and fixed my IV. Dr. Kramer came and talked to me, same questions again, ordered an EKG an X-Ray and a CatScan of my belly.
I got to pee in a cup, pregnancy test was negative :o( The chest x-Ray guy (didn't get his name so I just called him X-Ray Man) took a snapshot of my checst and told me I have very long lungs. What a nice odd compliment. Back to my bed, the Doc wanted to see my girlparts. There is no shame in the ER, so I was spread eagle behind a curtain. Next, I was introduced to the wonderful hospital torture of Oral Contrast. This is the tasty stuff you have to drink in order for the CatScan to see your insides. When I say tasty, I mean tasty like too much Equal mixed with dishsoap is tasty. Yum! I had to down 32 ounces of this stuff. They gave me a half hour, but I'm a trooper so I chugged it. I almost puked on the last ounce, but breathed through my nose and I was A-Ok. Because dishsoap leaves such a desirable taste in your mouth, I grabbed the peanut butter M&M's out of my lunchbag and munched a few. This was as no-no. Nurse Debbie roundly reprimanded me and said, "Nothing else goes in your mouth unless I say so." Whoops.
I had to wait for the dishsoap to make it's way through me so I got some new warm blankets from the warm blanket fairy and chit-chatted with the Paramedic Interns Davey M. and Brady H. Both of these gents were in IV Ben's class and said they would give him a hard time for the way my IV was put together. I learned that Paramedic Interns do not get paid to be interns and have to work 10-12 hour shifts. They also all want to become firemen because that's were all the action is. Interesting stuff. Next came radiology assistant Ali to take me upstairs for my CatScan. Oh yeah, I am allergic to Iodine, which is widely used in the medical industry. Ihe dishsoap concotion is iodine based and I watched them run back and forth with, yes you can drink it, no you can't drink it, yes you can, no you can't, OK drink it. I drank it and didn't die.
In the Catscan, they inject a large amount of Iodine based something into your IV. The CatScan angel Em (real name Emo with an umlaut over the "O" pronounced Emu, that's why she goes by Em. Funny!) Anyways, CatScan Em told me to tell her right away if the new Iodine stuff hurt, it didn't. I have a topical allergy not an internal allergy, I learned something new! During the CatScan an omnipotent voice from above says "Breathe. Hold your breath. Breathe." I was an exemplary CatScan patient and breathed on cue. Back downstairs and into my ER spot, I hook myself back up to all my cords and XRay Man says, "Look at this model patient, hooking herself back up." I think the interns were bummed that I wasn't more needy, but they still kept coming back to chat with me.
In come the Doc with my results. Negative! I am very healthy. What the heck? His diagnosis: I had an ovarian cyst that burst. The pain passed my body's pain threshold and my brain turned off. Wow. He said ovarian cycts are very common in young women (though I will be 30 in a week!) There was no blood or infection in my abdominal cavity and all blood tests came back negative for infection. The cyst most likely just had fluid, ie white blood cells, in it and is not a danger to me. I will have to do MUCH more research on this subject and find a greast OB-GYN in Charlotte.
I finally call D and let him know where I am. He comes to get me and I say goodbye to everyone who has been so nice to me. We stop for lunch and my fortune cookie says "Luck is with you now. Trust your instincts." D laughs and says, "Luck is with you NOW, not earlier, but right now." Makes sense. I didn't die today and I met some really nice, caring, thoughtful people who enjoy their jobs and spend their days and nights in service to others. I was humbled and helped and taken care of today by strangers. What a wonderful blessing it was to pass out in my office today. God works in mysterious ways.
Saturday
Sincere Change of Heart
Today I had the blessing of going to a women's conference with my church. There were wonderful speakers and a beautiful lunch. One of the classes was entitled Straight from the Heart. I did not know what this class would be about, but felt prompted to go. I am so thankful that I listened to that prompting. The class was taught by a beautiful woman who is a foster parent. She and her husband are currently trying to adopt their 8th child and have been foster parents of 28 years. In that time, over 100 children have come through their home in the foster system. Most children are placed in foster care because their parents are on drugs and cannot or will not care for the children. Some are taken into protective custody because of abuse, and a small few are placed there because of the loss of one or both parents.
My husband and I have always felt the inclination that we should adopt children or be foster parents, though I had my reservations. I was worried that an adopted child would not relate well if we had a natural child. I was also concerned that foster children would be too hard to deal we with and that I would not be strong enough to fall in love with and care for a child only to see that child taken from me. I wanted to protect my heart and have the option to have a baby without worrying abut causing strife in my home. Basically, I was feeling selfish and scared. I got over those feelings today.
I now see that God has changed corporate policy, advanced timelines, rearranged financial obligations, bypassed legalities, softened hearts and moved mountains so that we can move to Charlotte, get our house in order and open our doors to foster children.
Our goals as of May 12th, 2007: Within 2 years we will have no debt except for a reasonable mortgage payment and will have completed all court required training and obligations to become foster parents for multiple children.
I see that this move is in preparation for these children to come into our home. There are children in this world today, perhaps being born today, waiting to come to our home. Our plan is to move and live on D's paycheck alone. My paycheck will go to debt reduction and savings for a down payment. In 1 year we will have all old business debt paid off and will have a very nice savings to look for a large house on a piece of property. The house will be at least 4 bedrooms with room to build on additions when the need arises. By the end of the second year we will have acquired all the furniture, car seats, clothes, strollers, diapers, supplies and whatever else we need to have children come and be able to provide for all of their needs. Many of these items we will get from garage sales, thrift stores and donations from friends and stores.
We will also have completed all court required training including CPR, health care and parenting classes. Our backgrounds will be thoroughly checked and our fingerprints taken. We will have registered with the county foster care program and will have researched all local, county and state resources available to foster parents and foster children. North Carolina has different laws than California and much research will need to be done. We will have to find advocate groups and get in touch with other foster parents to understand their experiences and be able to ask questions to when the time comes.
I see the future so clearly and know that this is the path we are meant to take. With God's help, we will make our home a sanctuary for these children who are in such desperate need. We will help them to learn to trust, we will help to heal their wounds and teach them of their great worth. We will teach them of their Saviour and His sacrifice and love for them. I thank God for His trust in me. He is trusting me with his most precious children and I am humbled that He chose me.
My husband and I have always felt the inclination that we should adopt children or be foster parents, though I had my reservations. I was worried that an adopted child would not relate well if we had a natural child. I was also concerned that foster children would be too hard to deal we with and that I would not be strong enough to fall in love with and care for a child only to see that child taken from me. I wanted to protect my heart and have the option to have a baby without worrying abut causing strife in my home. Basically, I was feeling selfish and scared. I got over those feelings today.
I now see that God has changed corporate policy, advanced timelines, rearranged financial obligations, bypassed legalities, softened hearts and moved mountains so that we can move to Charlotte, get our house in order and open our doors to foster children.
Our goals as of May 12th, 2007: Within 2 years we will have no debt except for a reasonable mortgage payment and will have completed all court required training and obligations to become foster parents for multiple children.
I see that this move is in preparation for these children to come into our home. There are children in this world today, perhaps being born today, waiting to come to our home. Our plan is to move and live on D's paycheck alone. My paycheck will go to debt reduction and savings for a down payment. In 1 year we will have all old business debt paid off and will have a very nice savings to look for a large house on a piece of property. The house will be at least 4 bedrooms with room to build on additions when the need arises. By the end of the second year we will have acquired all the furniture, car seats, clothes, strollers, diapers, supplies and whatever else we need to have children come and be able to provide for all of their needs. Many of these items we will get from garage sales, thrift stores and donations from friends and stores.
We will also have completed all court required training including CPR, health care and parenting classes. Our backgrounds will be thoroughly checked and our fingerprints taken. We will have registered with the county foster care program and will have researched all local, county and state resources available to foster parents and foster children. North Carolina has different laws than California and much research will need to be done. We will have to find advocate groups and get in touch with other foster parents to understand their experiences and be able to ask questions to when the time comes.
I see the future so clearly and know that this is the path we are meant to take. With God's help, we will make our home a sanctuary for these children who are in such desperate need. We will help them to learn to trust, we will help to heal their wounds and teach them of their great worth. We will teach them of their Saviour and His sacrifice and love for them. I thank God for His trust in me. He is trusting me with his most precious children and I am humbled that He chose me.
Friday
Quote of the Day
Darkness appears to be visible, but it is only the absence of light;
darkness is simply the best view of invisibility.
-Geof Huth
Where is Home?
My last blog got me thinking, which is sometimes a dangerous thing. Where is home? Where do I feel "at home"? Is this some mythical place that only exists in fairytales and in the minds of the neurotically insane acronyms?
The above picture is very similar to drawings I repeatedly did as a child. Whenever I had the inkling to draw, I would draw a house with a car and a tree with swing. That picture was never a reality growing up, so I deduce that the picture was my desire for such. (go Freud!)
When we moved to Vista at age 9, we rented a house on the edge of town. A real single family house. And sure enough there was a tree, and we put a swing in it. For 9 months we lived in this real house while my parents marriage fell apart and my father moved out. Being 9 I felt that my family problems were my fault because I was a bad girl and Satan pounced on me. My parents got back together because they couldn't afford to pay rent on two places and still raise 3 kids, so we moved to some apartments never to be in a real house again. We moved 4 more time over the next 8 years.
At 19 I got kicked out and moved into a place with my roommate-come-boyfriend and again had a single family house, all 800 sqare feet of it. That pink drug house turned into my nightmare and at 21 I moved into my dad's basement and got baptised. That was the best day of my life.
Married at 24, rented a place by the beach. At 25 we bought a real single family house and tried to make it a home. A defunct dry cleaners and $300k later, I still have no flooring and we're about to walk away. 3000 miles away. To rent another place with the goal of a real home with real floors and actual screens and a porch to sit on a swing and drink lemonade, watching the kids play in the yard.
Is that really so much so ask for? I hope not.
Fix for the Day
Friday's are complicated days for me. I know there won't be too much traffic in the morning so I lag getting out of bed. It's casual day so I never know what to wear. Advisors are always TATing on Friday's so it's hurry up and wait day. I try to use Friday's as a tie up loose strings and clean my desk day, but that doesn't always happen. Today, hubby is going camping and I have random plans; gym with Megs, Healthy Eating dinner (??), Karaoke, sleeping in (in the middle!). Part of me wishes I wasn't doing any of this, wish I was floating in saltwater or something of the sort. I've been so bored and have nothing to do about it. Wrap my mind around it. Two look better than one. Harder to go than to come, harder to come than to go. Leave it behind and never look back. Hope my ghosts don't cross state lines. What will I do when it happens? Go home? Where is home?
Thursday
Hit the Nail on the Head
Today I took CNN.com's "Find Your Hobby" quiz. Here's the results:
Life is a journey, and you take the time to smell every single rose along the way. Your brain is a sponge, soaking up every detail of life around you, and you constantly look inward to figure out the ties that bind you to the universe. Curiosity may have killed the cat, but it's what makes you tick. You might like hobbies like participating in archaeological digs, botany, assembling models, playing the stock market, meditation or even parapsychology.
This is so incredibly accurate. I notice details in everything and love to figure out how things work and what they connect with. I have dreamed of being an adventuring archaelogist (ala. Indiana Jones) since I can remember and I work in the stock market industry! I love to fix things and am the office handman whenever the fax, printer, copier, doorhandle, drawer or whatever is broken. I fully believe that I have some psychic abilities and love to sit and meditate. I have a knack at keeping dead plants alive (Except for the cactus I had in 5th grade that I watered everyday because I loved it so much. It rotted and collapsed in on itself one day. I cried because I murdered it. But I learned that too much loves kills just as much as not enough. Valuable lesson!)
I'm very impressed with CNN, for once, and this handy little quiz. Check it out and see if it works for you.
Life is a journey, and you take the time to smell every single rose along the way. Your brain is a sponge, soaking up every detail of life around you, and you constantly look inward to figure out the ties that bind you to the universe. Curiosity may have killed the cat, but it's what makes you tick. You might like hobbies like participating in archaeological digs, botany, assembling models, playing the stock market, meditation or even parapsychology.
This is so incredibly accurate. I notice details in everything and love to figure out how things work and what they connect with. I have dreamed of being an adventuring archaelogist (ala. Indiana Jones) since I can remember and I work in the stock market industry! I love to fix things and am the office handman whenever the fax, printer, copier, doorhandle, drawer or whatever is broken. I fully believe that I have some psychic abilities and love to sit and meditate. I have a knack at keeping dead plants alive (Except for the cactus I had in 5th grade that I watered everyday because I loved it so much. It rotted and collapsed in on itself one day. I cried because I murdered it. But I learned that too much loves kills just as much as not enough. Valuable lesson!)
I'm very impressed with CNN, for once, and this handy little quiz. Check it out and see if it works for you.
Wednesday
We American Are Spoiled Brats
The Newsweek poll alleges that 67 percent of Americans are unhappy with the direction the country is headed and 69 percent of the country is unhappy with the performance of the president. In essence 2/3s of the citizenry just isn't happy and want a change.
So being the knuckle dragger I am, I started thinking, ''What are we are so unhappy about?''Is it that we have electricity and running water 24 hours a day, 7 days a week? Is our unhappiness the result of having air conditioning in the summer and heating in the winter? Could it be that 95.4 percent of these unhappy folks have a job? Maybe it is the ability to walk into a grocery store at any time and see more food in moments than Darfur has seen in the last year? Maybe it is the ability to drive from the Pacific Ocean to the Atlantic Ocean without having to present identification papers as we move through each state? Or possibly the hundreds of clean and safe motels we would find along the way that can provide temporary shelter? I guess having thousands of restaurants with varying cuisine from around the world is just not good enough.
Or could it be that when we wreck our car, emergency workers show up and provide services to help all and even send a helicopter to take you to the hospital.Perhaps you are one of the 70 percent of Americans who own a home. You may be upset with knowing that in the unfortunate case of a fire, a group of trained firefighters will appear in moments and use top notch equipment to extinguish the flames thus saving you, your family and your belongings. Or if, while at home watching one of your many flat screen TVs, a burglar or prowler intrudes an officer equipped with a gun and a bullet-proof vest will come to defend you and your family against attack or loss.
This all in the backdrop of a neighborhood free of bombs or militias raping and pillaging the residents. Neighborhoods where 90 percent of teenagers own cell phones and computers.
How about the complete religious, social and political freedoms we enjoy that are the envy of everyone in the world? Maybe that is what has 67 percent of you folks unhappy.Fact is, we are the largest group of ungrateful, spoiled brats the world has ever seen. No wonder the world loves the U.S., yet has a great disdain for its citizens. They see us for what we are. The most blessed people in the world who do nothing but complain about what we don't have, and what we hate about the country instead of thanking the good Lord we live here.
I know, I know. What about the president who took us into war and has no plan to get us out? The president who has a measly 31 percent approval rating? Is this the same president who guided the nation in the dark days after 9/11? The president that cut taxes to bring an economy out of recession? Could this be the same guy who has been called every name in the book for succeeding in keeping all the spoiled ungrateful brats safe from terrorist attacks?
The commander in chief of an all-volunteer army that is out there defending you and me? Did you hear how bad the President is on the news or talk show? Did this news affect you so much, make you so unhappy you couldn't take a look around for yourself and see all the good things and be glad?
Think about it......are you upset at the President because he actually caused you personal pain OR is it because the "Media" told you he was failing to kiss your sorry ungrateful behind every day.Make no mistake about it. The troops in Iraq and Afghanistan have volunteered to serve, and in many cases may have died for your freedom.
There is currently no draft in this country. They didn't have to go.They are able to refuse to go and end up with either a ''general'' discharge, an ''other than honorable'' discharge or, worst case scenario, a ''dishonorable'' discharge after a few days in the brig.
So why then the flat-out discontentment in the minds of 69 percent of Americans? Say what you want but I blame it on the media. If it bleeds it leads and they specialize in bad news. Everybody will watch a car crash with blood and guts. How many will watch kids selling lemonade at the corner? The media knows this and media outlets are for-profit corporations.They offer what sells, and when criticized, try to defend their actions by justifying them in one way or another.
Just ask why they tried to allow a murderer like O.J. Simpson to write a book about how he didn't kill his wife, but if he did he would have done it this way......Insane!Stop buying the negativism you are fed everyday by the media. Shut off the TV, burn Newsweek, and use the New York Times for the bottom of your bird cage. Then start being grateful for all we have as a country. There is exponentially more good than bad.We are among the most blessed people on Earth and should thank God several times a day or at least be thankful and appreciative.
With hurricanes, tornado's, fires out of control, mud slides, flooding, severe thunderstorms tearing up the country from one end to another, and with the threat of bird flu and terrorist attacks, "Are we sure this is a good time to take God out of the Pledge of Allegiance?”
So being the knuckle dragger I am, I started thinking, ''What are we are so unhappy about?''Is it that we have electricity and running water 24 hours a day, 7 days a week? Is our unhappiness the result of having air conditioning in the summer and heating in the winter? Could it be that 95.4 percent of these unhappy folks have a job? Maybe it is the ability to walk into a grocery store at any time and see more food in moments than Darfur has seen in the last year? Maybe it is the ability to drive from the Pacific Ocean to the Atlantic Ocean without having to present identification papers as we move through each state? Or possibly the hundreds of clean and safe motels we would find along the way that can provide temporary shelter? I guess having thousands of restaurants with varying cuisine from around the world is just not good enough.
Or could it be that when we wreck our car, emergency workers show up and provide services to help all and even send a helicopter to take you to the hospital.Perhaps you are one of the 70 percent of Americans who own a home. You may be upset with knowing that in the unfortunate case of a fire, a group of trained firefighters will appear in moments and use top notch equipment to extinguish the flames thus saving you, your family and your belongings. Or if, while at home watching one of your many flat screen TVs, a burglar or prowler intrudes an officer equipped with a gun and a bullet-proof vest will come to defend you and your family against attack or loss.
This all in the backdrop of a neighborhood free of bombs or militias raping and pillaging the residents. Neighborhoods where 90 percent of teenagers own cell phones and computers.
How about the complete religious, social and political freedoms we enjoy that are the envy of everyone in the world? Maybe that is what has 67 percent of you folks unhappy.Fact is, we are the largest group of ungrateful, spoiled brats the world has ever seen. No wonder the world loves the U.S., yet has a great disdain for its citizens. They see us for what we are. The most blessed people in the world who do nothing but complain about what we don't have, and what we hate about the country instead of thanking the good Lord we live here.
I know, I know. What about the president who took us into war and has no plan to get us out? The president who has a measly 31 percent approval rating? Is this the same president who guided the nation in the dark days after 9/11? The president that cut taxes to bring an economy out of recession? Could this be the same guy who has been called every name in the book for succeeding in keeping all the spoiled ungrateful brats safe from terrorist attacks?
The commander in chief of an all-volunteer army that is out there defending you and me? Did you hear how bad the President is on the news or talk show? Did this news affect you so much, make you so unhappy you couldn't take a look around for yourself and see all the good things and be glad?
Think about it......are you upset at the President because he actually caused you personal pain OR is it because the "Media" told you he was failing to kiss your sorry ungrateful behind every day.Make no mistake about it. The troops in Iraq and Afghanistan have volunteered to serve, and in many cases may have died for your freedom.
There is currently no draft in this country. They didn't have to go.They are able to refuse to go and end up with either a ''general'' discharge, an ''other than honorable'' discharge or, worst case scenario, a ''dishonorable'' discharge after a few days in the brig.
So why then the flat-out discontentment in the minds of 69 percent of Americans? Say what you want but I blame it on the media. If it bleeds it leads and they specialize in bad news. Everybody will watch a car crash with blood and guts. How many will watch kids selling lemonade at the corner? The media knows this and media outlets are for-profit corporations.They offer what sells, and when criticized, try to defend their actions by justifying them in one way or another.
Just ask why they tried to allow a murderer like O.J. Simpson to write a book about how he didn't kill his wife, but if he did he would have done it this way......Insane!Stop buying the negativism you are fed everyday by the media. Shut off the TV, burn Newsweek, and use the New York Times for the bottom of your bird cage. Then start being grateful for all we have as a country. There is exponentially more good than bad.We are among the most blessed people on Earth and should thank God several times a day or at least be thankful and appreciative.
With hurricanes, tornado's, fires out of control, mud slides, flooding, severe thunderstorms tearing up the country from one end to another, and with the threat of bird flu and terrorist attacks, "Are we sure this is a good time to take God out of the Pledge of Allegiance?”
Tuesday
Sometimes I think you just love me for my Carrot
Sometimes I wish I was short. It would be so much easier to shop for pants.
Sometimes I drive fast just because I have to get gas anyway.
Sometimes I postpone doing something, because it will make other people have to work.
Sometimes I sit and stare, and forget to breathe.
Sometimes I look at pictures of myself and wonder, "Who is she?"
Sometimes I eat popcorn for lunch.
Sometimes I change my passwords for no reason.
Sometimes I scroll through the address book on my phone and don't call anyone because I think they'd be too busy to talk to me.
Sometimes I sit in traffic and make up stories about the people around me.
Sometimes I wonder if people are thinking about me at the same time I'm thinking of them.
Sometimes I wonder if I'm psychic and try to make people do things just by concentrating on them.
Sometimes I turn off the light in my room, and get scared and run to my bed.
Sometimes I think of people I've lost and hope they are watching over me.
Sometimes I hope they're not.
Sometimes I spend 10 minutes brushing my teeth.
Sometimes I wish I had a huge tree to climb, where I could go and hide.
Sometimes I have to yell at myself "GO BACK TO WORK AND QUIT WRITING IN YOUR BLOG!!!!!"
Sometimes I actually listen.
You think you know someone...
As the random hippo herded past my door, I watched in silent awe of the ladder wielding repairman and his armfulls of flourescent lights swinging this way and that. There is a workers comp case just waiting to happen. Kind of like when I flipped out of my chair and landed on all fours. Boy, was our Risk Management officer mad at me!
Lack of sustanence and the enlightenment that my old best friend has switched teams has led me to this moment or 6 of free thinking and knocking things over with my cute shoes. Ouch!
If I had known what the word really meant all those years ago, I would have seen it coming. Or maybe not. Looking back, I see it much more clearly, but at the time...probly not.
Does that summation include me? Do drunken interludes in TJ really count? How about drugged out dares and just plain indifference? Hmm? Food for thought.
Food. Rubio's fish tacos. HOLY CRAP!! There is no Rubio's in Charlotte!!! NOOOOOO!!!!! Oh the humanity!
Lack of sustanence and the enlightenment that my old best friend has switched teams has led me to this moment or 6 of free thinking and knocking things over with my cute shoes. Ouch!
If I had known what the word really meant all those years ago, I would have seen it coming. Or maybe not. Looking back, I see it much more clearly, but at the time...probly not.
Does that summation include me? Do drunken interludes in TJ really count? How about drugged out dares and just plain indifference? Hmm? Food for thought.
Food. Rubio's fish tacos. HOLY CRAP!! There is no Rubio's in Charlotte!!! NOOOOOO!!!!! Oh the humanity!
Monday
Idiocy Knows No Wage Limit
New dumb things financial advisors have said to me:
- I am the mayor of a very small 3rd class city.
- I'm just a youngest male in the sibling chain in need of encouragement - thank you.
- Am I the only pathetic, shaking, bowl of needy gelatin out there?
- If you have any ideas on my business, let me know.
- I used to smoke pot, like Clinton, but I actually inhaled.
- It was only a misdemeanor but they told me it was a felony. Is that gonna be a problem?
The greatest truths I've ever learned came from Primary songs
I am a child of God
And so my needs are great
Help me to understand His words
Before it grows too late
Lead me
Guide me
Walk beside me
Help me find the way
Teach me all that I must do
To live with Him someday
Sunday
Boxing vs. Scrapbooking
I am continually reminded of what a tomboy I am. I have always had a hard time making real friends with other girls. I get along with guys much better. Tonite, we went to a friends house for a Cinco De Mayo/De la Hoya-Mayweather BBQ. After chatting it up with everyone and talking about moving to Charlotte and their kids and food and whatever, it was time to watch the fight. Me and the guys were all spread out on the couch and I noticed that every other female was in the kitchen. It seemed that no other girl wanted to watch the fight. The ladies were talking about scrapbooking and kids and chocolate and whatever it is that women talk about when they get into groups. I mentioned to my hubby that all the girls were in the kitchen and I was the only female who would rather watch boxing than talk about scrapbooking.
I would rather watch football than a talk-show. I would rather go camping than stay in a hotel. I would rather throw on a ballcap than worry about doing my hair. I would rather eat a cheeseburger than worry about getting fat. I would rather eat glass than scrapbook. I would rather take the bus than drive a mini-van.
I am in awe of women who have the opportunity to stay at home with their children and raise them and teach them and be with them to see every part of their little one's lives. I would love to be able to stay home with my kids and go to playgroup. I would also love to travel the world and eat at fancy restaurants every night. I enjoy watching kids play and seem to have a knack to help them calm themselves. I also enjoy going to nightclubs to dance until 4am. What I want and what I want seem to be two different things. How do I figure out which is which?
I would rather watch football than a talk-show. I would rather go camping than stay in a hotel. I would rather throw on a ballcap than worry about doing my hair. I would rather eat a cheeseburger than worry about getting fat. I would rather eat glass than scrapbook. I would rather take the bus than drive a mini-van.
I am in awe of women who have the opportunity to stay at home with their children and raise them and teach them and be with them to see every part of their little one's lives. I would love to be able to stay home with my kids and go to playgroup. I would also love to travel the world and eat at fancy restaurants every night. I enjoy watching kids play and seem to have a knack to help them calm themselves. I also enjoy going to nightclubs to dance until 4am. What I want and what I want seem to be two different things. How do I figure out which is which?
Wednesday
"...all things denote there is a God."
By Daymon Henne
Recently on a short hike with my wife I was witness to the powers which our Father in Heaven posses. While we were out on the hike my thoughts were constantly returning to the scripture in Alma “…all things denote there is a God.” What a powerful statement to make; when put in context there is nothing that does not testify of a Supreme Creator. All that we can think of, every object of the field, every creation that has come forth, every living thing to ever exist, has testified of the creative genius of God.
Many know the story of the man, Kohihor; described as an antichrist, who contended with Alma as to the existence of God, and the need of a Savior. Once he finishes Alma gives us one of the most moving testimonies as to the existence of God, and teaches a vital truth that we can use to teach others of the existence of God. After Alma defends against the accusation of priestcrafts he asks the poignant question, “Believest thou that there is a God?” Alma strikes at the heart of the problem in trying to assess the spiritual level of Korihor. Do we do the same in our relationships with others? Being in possession of the full and everlasting gospel we are given the privilege to receive guidance from the Holy Ghost in assessing the needs of those in our lives that need spiritual guidance. Certainly Korihor needed such guidance, and Alma was able to further direct his inquiry toward the needs of the spiritually deficient Korihor.
After answering that there is no God, Alma gives Korihor one last chance to either deny God, or admit he is teaching falsehoods; by asking,” Will ye deny again that there is a God, and also deny the Christ?” Alma, however changes his tact, and without allowing Korihor to answer launches into one of the most profound testimonies of God, His Son Jesus Christ, and the creative powers that they posses. Within that testimony lies this question to Korihor,”and now what evidence have ye that there is no God, or that Christ cometh not?” In one simple question Alma has defused the situation, and placed the burden of proof on the accuser rather than shoulder the burden of proof himself. Many times we may pray for the opportunity to share the gospel, or we may be presented with those opportunities and instantly we proceed into trying to prove the truthfulness of the church, or the existence of God. In this statement Alma relieves this task and places it where it belongs, into hands of the seeker. For regardless of the state that we are approached by any individual they are searching in some degree. By answering Korihor with a question that places the burden of proof on Korihor, to prove or disprove the existence of God opens the door for him to share his unfaltering testimony of the existence of God by saying, “I have all things as a testimony that these things are true.”
Alma states that he has all things as a testimony that there is a God. Of all the things that he could have shared with Korihor he chose to use his testimony. A testimony borne of the Spirit, and refined by the trials of life, and exalted by the knowledge of the everlasting atonement of Jesus Christ. Our testimonies are something that is intangible to the physical body, but impacts our life greater than any external force known. This testimony we receive compels us to submit to the enticing of the Spirit, and become, “meek, humble, patient, full of love, willing to submit to all things.” When the opportunity arises we should take every chance to share our testimony with those that are searching for the truth regarding their relationship with God. Alma takes the opportunity to invite the Spirit so that God can testify to Korihor that He exists. What greater testifier can there be than the God of heaven speaking to an individual through the Spirit! We will find the greatest success as a church when we allow God to work the miracles in people’s lives; that we may sometimes take for granted, that is, a relationship with Him through communication of the Holy Ghost. Our privilege is to simply share the truth contained in our testimonies that God exists, and that Jesus is the Christ. He will be glad to do the rest once the Spirit is present in the discussion.
This of course does not relieve us from our obligation as ambassadors of Christ to study the gospel and share our knowledge of the principles contained in it with those that we meet. If we are anxiously engaged, our understanding of these eternal principles will grow and with it our confidence in teaching those that seek for truth. Often we hear of members speak of having fear to share the gospel with those they have relationships with. Remember the counsel given by Alma , “use boldness, but not overbearance.” Be bold in your attempts to share your testimony, but always listen for the Holy Ghosts guidance concerning those to whom you share it with. Remember most people will feel overwhelmed by anything that is new to them so a little often goes a long way. Then it is in our best interest to earnestly seek our Fathers help in teaching His children.
Take heart in this gospel for it is true and never be ashamed of that fact. Remember that those we speak to that are not of our faith are often coming to us with questions because they have had some experience that has changed their life and God has sent you to tell them why God has an interest in them. To tell them why He will speak to them and be happy to send all the help that they require to find Him. To tell them why our Savior Jesus Christ loved them enough to sacrifice Himself for them, and through the atonement He will relieve all of their suffering, and every burden will be lifted even death itself will be defeated. To tell them that they can walk in a life that is filled with the words of living prophets never to be led astray again. To tell them that they have worth, and do not need to pursue the fleeting sensations of this life to feel loved. Finally, and probably most importantly, to tell them that they mean something to someone that that someone is their Father in Heaven and He will never stop caring for them. Through the sharing of our testimony concerning these things we will create an atmosphere for the Holy Ghost to come into their hearts and testify of these things that they may know for themselves of their truthfulness.
When we place the burden of truth on the seeker rather than carry it ourselves we will foster within them the ability to build their own relationship with God, and Jesus Christ. We will be witness to one of the most fundamental relationships in this existence, that of a child returning to the loving bosom of their creator to be embraced by His spirit, and lifted above the realm of mortal understanding to an understanding that God lives, and Jesus is the Christ. Of this I testify in His sacred name even Jesus Christ. Amen.
Tuesday
Joke from my StringCheese
What do you call a fairy who never takes a bath?
HAhahahahahaaaaaaaa!
StinkerBell!!!
HAhahahahahaaaaaaaa!
I'm still sick, be quiet.
Monday
Sick at Work
The negative fiscal impact of employees who go to work sick has been proven numerous times. Unhealthy employees are less productive and share their germs thus creating more unhealthy employees perpetuating the cycle. I understand this cycle of contamination, and yet...I am at work. Sick. Why, you may ask? Because I have work to do. Advisors to transition, e-mails to respond to, voicemails to call back, papers to push. Information to transmit, docs to fax, questions to answer, a seat to fill, a paycheck to earn, PTO days to not use.
Warm clouds of satin sheets
Gentle sunshine and songbirds singing lullabyes
Fresh air scented with vanilla
Breezing across my bare skin
Feathers under my head
Angels kiss my eyes closed
Floating on rivers of pink foam
Dreaming of flowers and cotton candy
Warm clouds of satin sheets
Gentle sunshine and songbirds singing lullabyes
Fresh air scented with vanilla
Breezing across my bare skin
Feathers under my head
Angels kiss my eyes closed
Floating on rivers of pink foam
Dreaming of flowers and cotton candy
Scripture of the Day
I, the Lord, will forgive whom I will forgive,
but of you it is required to forgive all men.
-D&C 64:10
-D&C 64:10
Quote of the Day
Life appears to me
to be too short
to be spent in
nursing animosity
or registering wrong
-Charlotte Bronte
Wednesday
Quote for the Day
It's not where you came from;
It's where you're going that matters.
-Ella Fitzgerald
Monday
What I Learned in Charlotte
I learned that Charlotte is absolutely beautiful.
I learned that not all Harley biker gangs are white guys.
I learned that doing situps while balancing on a ball works your abs better ( I watched an infomercial because it's 3 hours later here and I can't sleep. Right now it is 1:42am)
I learned that Gladys Knight has an amazing testimony and is an awe-inspiring choir director. Yes I saw Gladys Knight sing with her choir, Saints Unified Voices, and heard her testimony. She truly is an inspiration.
I learned that Daymon will not have a problem getting hooked up as a finish carpenter here.
I learned the streets and main thoroughfares and feel somewhat comfortable that I won't be completely lost.
I learned that BBQ is a noun, not a verb and it is pork.
I learned there is at least one decent Mexican food place here, Phat Burrito, and it is not cooked by Mexicans. And they put white rice in the burrito's which is kinda wierd.
I learned that even though there is a HUGE lake, you can not actually get to it at night. At least not Sunday night. At midnight. Bummer, because I can't sleep.
I learned that they still have Drive-In's here, where they bring your food out to your car and everything. And the onion rings are mouth-watering good!
They really do say Ya'll.
Drug stores do not have trial size sections.
The creeks really are creeks. With water and everything!
The "mature" neighborhoods are like parks, with full grown trees that cover the streets and squirrels running across the road.
There is no stucco in sight.
Nor any red-tile roofs.
I learned that our $3000 a month mortgage payment would buy us a freaking MANSION out here.
I learned that I will miss this place, but I'm looking forward to making it permanent!!
Monday
Holy Smokes!
My profile has been viewed 88 times?!?!
Who are you people? Leave a comment or a cookie.
(Thin Mints are my fave!)
My Shoe Fetish Continues...
My husband is fully enabling my shoe fetish.
Here's the TWO pairs he bought me this weekend.
Here's the TWO pairs he bought me this weekend.
Bora Bora Chapter 4
Bora Bora
Chapter 4
Jade sat across from Connor at the table, staring into those deep, dark eyes. She compared him to his brother. They were both tall, Connor had maybe an inch on Steve. Similar build, though Connor's shoulders were much broader and arms more defined. The similarities ended there. Steve was a blond-haired, blue-eyed surfer boy while Connor had dusky skin, dark hair and strong features.
"You're brothers? You don't look like brothers." Jade commented matter of factly.
Steve laughed and punched Connor lightly on the shoulder, "What are you talking about? We're twins, can't you tell?"
"Yeah, but I kicked him out of the womb before he was done cooking. Needed more leg room. That's why he's such a white boy" Connor joked, kicking Steve under the table.
They sure acted like brothers. Colleen rolled her eyes and explained, "They were both adopted by the same family when they were babies. They're only 2 months apart."
"I'm the older, more mature, big brother." Steve said as he threw a cocktail shrimp at his "little" brother.
Connor looked straight at Jade and said frankly, "I'm taller."
"I can see there is no competition whatsoever between the two of you. That's so sweet." Jade drawled sarcastically.
The familiarity and ease she felt at that table was enveloping. She had always been close to her sister, though they did have their teenage moments. And here they were, sitting at a table in paradise with the two most handsome men on the island, laughing and joking like they've all been together forever. Everything about that moment felt so right. It scared her. She had felt that fast comfort before and it had not bode well in the past. For some reason, despite the peaceful locale and easy conversation, she was on her guard. He was devastatingly handsome, lethally sexy and she could tell from his quick banter with his brother, that his tongue could be sharp. That combination is dangerous, she knew too well. Much more research, she decided and sat back to observe him.
He knew she was watching him. Her eyes inspecting him, her mind calculating the...possibilities?
No!, he thought savagely to himself and looked down to refold his napkin. This woman is going to be in my life for a long time. She is not a fling. She is not a one-night stand. She is not an option. She is off-limits. God, she's gorgeous.
He thought back to the moment he took her hand in the plane. She was so terrified, so helpless, so vulnerable. It was intoxicating. He wanted to save her, to protect her and fight for her. When his hand touched her's, he felt her emotions pass through his skin, and into his soul. She was already inside him, under his skin, in his breath. In his heart? No! he yelled at himself. Dammit, you idiot Connor, shut the hell up and get her out of your head!
He forced his attention back to the table and the approaching waiter.
"One more please." He asked, motioning with his empty glass. He sure as hell needed it.
“We will have to go snorkeling and there is this amazing private little beach on the other side of the island that we can reserve for the whole day.” Colleen began telling them all about the activities that were planned for the next week.
“We can go scuba diving and they give windsurfing lessons too. It’s so amazing here. Jade, you’re going to love it!” She said excitedly.
“I already do love it.” Jade answered. Why was she so careful to avoid his eyes when she said that?
Steve brought his own opinions into to conversation, “Honey, maybe they want to relax tomorrow and unwind. We have a whole week here together, we’ll do everything we want to do.” He winked at Colleen across the table.
“I saw paragliding in a brochure. Do they have that here?” Connor asked. “You would have to be pretty brave to do something like that.”
His easy smile was such a challenge to her. OK, she thought. She had lost her cool on the plane. Ok, he had come to her rescue. Ok, she wasn’t so brave when it came to planes and landings and everything involved, but she wasn’t a wimp.
Game on! she thought as she stared him down.
“Maybe we could hunt some sharks and wrestle an octopus while we’re at.” She raised her eyebrows to him.
“Sounds like my kind of fun.” He said, licking his lips.
“The closest I’m getting to a shark will be on my plate.” Colleen stated as she picked up her menu. Steve studied his menu and noted “Hey, they do have shark.”
With perfect timing, the concierge arrived. “Miss Jade, Mr. Connor. Your luggage has been placed in your cottages. When you are ready, I will be honored to have you escorted to your rooms where you will be shown the highlights of the suite. We are at your service. Thank you so much for this opportunity. Please enjoy your stay with us in paradise.” He bowed to both and turned on his heel.
“Miss Jade.” Connor said mockingly.
“Mr. Connor.” She followed, sitting up a bit taller.
They laughed and both blushed.
Whoa, Steve and Colleen thought as they looked at the two then back to each other. They studied their menus with renewed interest.
Connor leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms behind his head. His broad shoulders and chest stretched against the black silk button-down shirt. He took a deep breath and flexed his arms, yawning. She didn’t want to stare, but couldn’t rip her eyes away from him. From his arms, his chest, his shoulders. Her mind saw through the shirt and she gazed at his bare chest, hot from the sun. She saw her hands running over his pecs, and down his arms. She saw his arms, so strong and firm, wrapping around her tiny waist. His mouth on her throat, his hands in her hair.
Connor stretched out his legs under that table and accidentally rubbed his calf against hers. The feel of her warm, smooth skin against his sent shockwaves up his spine. He sat straight up in his chair, knocking the table with his knees.
“You alright there, little brother?” Steve asked, questioning the sudden movement.
“I’m fine.” Connor stated defiantly. “What are we all ordering?”
He didn’t mean to move so quickly, but feeling her skin against his was more than he could handle at that moment. He pulled his chair closer to the table and picked up his menu. He was a man, and she was a beautiful woman. He had a very male reaction and just needed to calm down and focus on something other than her. He needed to not think about her skin, her hair, the way she smelled, and the way she looked at him. The way she was looking at him right now.
Interesting, she thought, as she watched him be uncomfortable for the first time. The way he moved back so quickly, then pulled his chair up close to the table. Oh really?, she mused. She looked at him and smiled knowingly, biting her lip.
He read her mind. Don’t think you’re all that girl, he thought. He shook his head and ignored her, focusing on his menu. She took his head shake as dare. She loved a challenge. We’ll see, she thought and pulled up her menu, blocking him from view.
The waiter reappeared and they all made their selections. She ordered shark, just for spite. Steve raised his glass in a toast. “To new family, new friends and love that lasts forever.”
"You're brothers? You don't look like brothers." Jade commented matter of factly.
Steve laughed and punched Connor lightly on the shoulder, "What are you talking about? We're twins, can't you tell?"
"Yeah, but I kicked him out of the womb before he was done cooking. Needed more leg room. That's why he's such a white boy" Connor joked, kicking Steve under the table.
They sure acted like brothers. Colleen rolled her eyes and explained, "They were both adopted by the same family when they were babies. They're only 2 months apart."
"I'm the older, more mature, big brother." Steve said as he threw a cocktail shrimp at his "little" brother.
Connor looked straight at Jade and said frankly, "I'm taller."
"I can see there is no competition whatsoever between the two of you. That's so sweet." Jade drawled sarcastically.
The familiarity and ease she felt at that table was enveloping. She had always been close to her sister, though they did have their teenage moments. And here they were, sitting at a table in paradise with the two most handsome men on the island, laughing and joking like they've all been together forever. Everything about that moment felt so right. It scared her. She had felt that fast comfort before and it had not bode well in the past. For some reason, despite the peaceful locale and easy conversation, she was on her guard. He was devastatingly handsome, lethally sexy and she could tell from his quick banter with his brother, that his tongue could be sharp. That combination is dangerous, she knew too well. Much more research, she decided and sat back to observe him.
He knew she was watching him. Her eyes inspecting him, her mind calculating the...possibilities?
No!, he thought savagely to himself and looked down to refold his napkin. This woman is going to be in my life for a long time. She is not a fling. She is not a one-night stand. She is not an option. She is off-limits. God, she's gorgeous.
He thought back to the moment he took her hand in the plane. She was so terrified, so helpless, so vulnerable. It was intoxicating. He wanted to save her, to protect her and fight for her. When his hand touched her's, he felt her emotions pass through his skin, and into his soul. She was already inside him, under his skin, in his breath. In his heart? No! he yelled at himself. Dammit, you idiot Connor, shut the hell up and get her out of your head!
He forced his attention back to the table and the approaching waiter.
"One more please." He asked, motioning with his empty glass. He sure as hell needed it.
“We will have to go snorkeling and there is this amazing private little beach on the other side of the island that we can reserve for the whole day.” Colleen began telling them all about the activities that were planned for the next week.
“We can go scuba diving and they give windsurfing lessons too. It’s so amazing here. Jade, you’re going to love it!” She said excitedly.
“I already do love it.” Jade answered. Why was she so careful to avoid his eyes when she said that?
Steve brought his own opinions into to conversation, “Honey, maybe they want to relax tomorrow and unwind. We have a whole week here together, we’ll do everything we want to do.” He winked at Colleen across the table.
“I saw paragliding in a brochure. Do they have that here?” Connor asked. “You would have to be pretty brave to do something like that.”
His easy smile was such a challenge to her. OK, she thought. She had lost her cool on the plane. Ok, he had come to her rescue. Ok, she wasn’t so brave when it came to planes and landings and everything involved, but she wasn’t a wimp.
Game on! she thought as she stared him down.
“Maybe we could hunt some sharks and wrestle an octopus while we’re at.” She raised her eyebrows to him.
“Sounds like my kind of fun.” He said, licking his lips.
“The closest I’m getting to a shark will be on my plate.” Colleen stated as she picked up her menu. Steve studied his menu and noted “Hey, they do have shark.”
With perfect timing, the concierge arrived. “Miss Jade, Mr. Connor. Your luggage has been placed in your cottages. When you are ready, I will be honored to have you escorted to your rooms where you will be shown the highlights of the suite. We are at your service. Thank you so much for this opportunity. Please enjoy your stay with us in paradise.” He bowed to both and turned on his heel.
“Miss Jade.” Connor said mockingly.
“Mr. Connor.” She followed, sitting up a bit taller.
They laughed and both blushed.
Whoa, Steve and Colleen thought as they looked at the two then back to each other. They studied their menus with renewed interest.
Connor leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms behind his head. His broad shoulders and chest stretched against the black silk button-down shirt. He took a deep breath and flexed his arms, yawning. She didn’t want to stare, but couldn’t rip her eyes away from him. From his arms, his chest, his shoulders. Her mind saw through the shirt and she gazed at his bare chest, hot from the sun. She saw her hands running over his pecs, and down his arms. She saw his arms, so strong and firm, wrapping around her tiny waist. His mouth on her throat, his hands in her hair.
Connor stretched out his legs under that table and accidentally rubbed his calf against hers. The feel of her warm, smooth skin against his sent shockwaves up his spine. He sat straight up in his chair, knocking the table with his knees.
“You alright there, little brother?” Steve asked, questioning the sudden movement.
“I’m fine.” Connor stated defiantly. “What are we all ordering?”
He didn’t mean to move so quickly, but feeling her skin against his was more than he could handle at that moment. He pulled his chair closer to the table and picked up his menu. He was a man, and she was a beautiful woman. He had a very male reaction and just needed to calm down and focus on something other than her. He needed to not think about her skin, her hair, the way she smelled, and the way she looked at him. The way she was looking at him right now.
Interesting, she thought, as she watched him be uncomfortable for the first time. The way he moved back so quickly, then pulled his chair up close to the table. Oh really?, she mused. She looked at him and smiled knowingly, biting her lip.
He read her mind. Don’t think you’re all that girl, he thought. He shook his head and ignored her, focusing on his menu. She took his head shake as dare. She loved a challenge. We’ll see, she thought and pulled up her menu, blocking him from view.
The waiter reappeared and they all made their selections. She ordered shark, just for spite. Steve raised his glass in a toast. “To new family, new friends and love that lasts forever.”
Tuesday
My How Things Change
Today I started out excited about the day ahead of me, then it crashed and I got stood up (hmph). Then I noticed that I got ignored (ggrrrr). Then I got a free lunch of bad pizza and had to bribe someone (with chocolate chip cookies) to get what I needed done actually done.
And then..........I got a call from the receptionist that I had a "Very Important Package" at the front desk. Guess what it is? FLOWERS!!!! From a group of reps that I brought over, thanking me for all the help I gave them and letting me know that they are doing very well. The flowers are gorgeous!
And then.........I got an e-mail saying that I won a raffle from the bad pizza lunch and to go pick out my prize!! I ran downstairs to Product Marketing and picked out a MINI DIGITAL CAMERA with changeable colored faceplate (I changed mine to pink).
And then..........I got a call from the receptionist that I had a "Very Important Package" at the front desk. Guess what it is? FLOWERS!!!! From a group of reps that I brought over, thanking me for all the help I gave them and letting me know that they are doing very well. The flowers are gorgeous!
And then.........I got an e-mail saying that I won a raffle from the bad pizza lunch and to go pick out my prize!! I ran downstairs to Product Marketing and picked out a MINI DIGITAL CAMERA with changeable colored faceplate (I changed mine to pink).
These are my flowers taken with my new camera, not the best, but not bad for it only being 3 inches big!!
Today turned out to be a good day! Just goes to show you.
Quote of the Day
Tears are like rain
to the soul.
They loosen up our soil
So we can grow
in different directions.
-Virginia Casey
Monday
Perfect Weekend
When Daymon called me at work and told me that I needed to reschedule my Friday night Sushi dinner with Shellee, I knew I was in for a sweet surprise. He made me buy a garment bag too. He picked out and packed my clothes for the whole weekend, even shoes and had them all packed up when I got home on Friday afternoon. I just had to get my makeup and girly stuff together. We drove to Downtown San Diego and pulled into the valet lane at the Marriot Marina overlooking San Diego Bay!
The room he reserved online wasn’t available so we got upgraded to the corner suite! Our room was on the 18th floor and we looked straight out onto the Bay with a 180 degree view. We could see Coronado Bridge to the south, North Island across the Bay all the way up to Point Loma. We could see the Midway and the city skyline to the east.
Friday night we got all dolled up and wondered around the Gaslamp, people watching and checking out restaurants and clubs. We ate at a great restaurant and watched the game. We took a bike cab back to the hotel and enjoyed ourselves on the balcony looking out at the Bay. The pool was heated so we took a dip and relaxed in the spa, then back to the room. Daymon ordered ice cream from room service and we enjoyed it in our room while we watched the city and bay.
The room he reserved online wasn’t available so we got upgraded to the corner suite! Our room was on the 18th floor and we looked straight out onto the Bay with a 180 degree view. We could see Coronado Bridge to the south, North Island across the Bay all the way up to Point Loma. We could see the Midway and the city skyline to the east.Friday night we got all dolled up and wondered around the Gaslamp, people watching and checking out restaurants and clubs. We ate at a great restaurant and watched the game. We took a bike cab back to the hotel and enjoyed ourselves on the balcony looking out at the Bay. The pool was heated so we took a dip and relaxed in the spa, then back to the room. Daymon ordered ice cream from room service and we enjoyed it in our room while we watched the city and bay.
Daymon would not tell me what our plans were on Saturday, but I woke up to room service breakfast and our fantastic view. We got dressed casual and were on our way (after stopping by the hotel gift shop to buy me a new belt so my pants wouldn’t fall down all day). We went to…….SEAWORLD!! I haven’t been to SeaWorld since 5th grade and I had mentioned many times that I would love to go, but never got around to it. He said that was going to change. No more, waiting to get around to things, we’re just going to do them now! Wahoo!
I was so excited to be at SeaWorld, I actually cried during Shamu’s show. I’m a sap, I know, but he loves me. We went to all the shows and watched the dolphin play time. I fed the anchovies to the bat rays. They feel so amazing, slippery and soft. I made the rays work for the little fish and they make the funniest sounds! We saw huge sharks and playful sea lions, the polar bears and beluga whales made me glad to be warm. The sea otters and dolphins played and flipped around, they put on a great show. SeaWorld is awesome and we had a great time!
Saturday night was Military Opening Night at the Petco Park and the Padres played the Rockies. Daymon got tickets through the hotel and we had amazing seats, Field Reserved on the first base line, right by the foul pole. The game was a nail biter. Rockies got ahead early on and we went 3 deep on our pitchers. We were tied 2-2 in the Ninth, and Gonzales doubled in the winning run taking the Padres to 3-2 and their first home win of the season! The game was followed by patriotic fireworks and Daymon and I stayed until the stadium was almost empty, enjoying our seats and watching the grounds crew. The actually vacuum the dirt off the grass to keep it perfect for the next game, crazy!
Daymon wanted a new hat so we shopped in the Western Metal Building gift shop. I got a new hat too, a cammie trucker hat! I love it. (I'm biting my lip in the pic) We wondered around the Gaslamp checking out all the celebrations and laughing at the drunks. We got a pizza and some sodas and took them back to our room. Dinner on the balcony, just enjoying the view and talking about everything. Sunday was Easter, so we made our way home.
Our friend Alicia came home from her Mission in Buenos Aries so we got to hear her talk all about it at church. We went to her family’s house, with homemade goodies by Daymon; a sinful 4 layer chocolate cake and cream cheese cinnamon rolls. In case you didn’t know it, my husband is a chef!! We spent the evening with friends who are our family and laughed and ate WAY too much. Back home and relaxing, my husband made sure we had an amazing weekend together. He loves me more than I know and I’m looking forward to the rest of our beautiful life together.
Thursday
Today is a new day
Or: How I learned to ask for what I want
Being frustrated and sad is not fun. If you are unhappy in one place, you have a tendency to not stay in that place, but to find a place that is not so sad. I was in that sad place, but then someone gave me the courage to ask for what I want. And you know what? I GOT IT!! Times a thousand!!
Now I can have my cake and eat it too! Life is good today! And I was a good girl!
Being frustrated and sad is not fun. If you are unhappy in one place, you have a tendency to not stay in that place, but to find a place that is not so sad. I was in that sad place, but then someone gave me the courage to ask for what I want. And you know what? I GOT IT!! Times a thousand!!
Now I can have my cake and eat it too! Life is good today! And I was a good girl!
Post Secret
PostSecret is an ongoing community art project where people mail in their secrets anonymously on one side of a homemade postcard. New secrets are posted every Sunday. You can find information on mailing in your secrets on the site.
"Every single person has at least one secret that would break your heart. If we could just remember this, I think there would be a lot more compassion and tolerance in the world"
Wednesday
Monday
Monday's Shoe Fetish
I have these in black, just bought them.They are WAY comfy.
My shoe fetish is becoming a problem.
I wonder if there's a 12-Step for it?
Quote for the Day
Advice
is what we ask for
when we already know
the answer,
but wish we didn't.
-Erica Jong
My Phone Rules!
I learned the hard way that my phone is waterproof. It fell out of my back pocket and was completely submerged for 7-10 seconds until I fished it out (don't ask!).
It was turned on and the screen was still lit underwater! I took out the battery and let it dry and it works just fine, no problemo! It's a Samsung. I'll keep this phone forever!
Friday
Thursday
Wednesday
Wall Street Jargon
Here are some definitions of investment terms typically used...
STOCK - A magical piece of paper that is worth $33.75 until the moment you buy it. It will then be worth $8.50.
BOND - What you had with your spouse until you pawned his golf clubs to invest in Amazon.com.
BROKER - The person you trust to help you make major financial decisions. Please note the first five letters of this word spell Broke.
BEAR - What your trade account and wallet will be when you take a flyer on that hot stock tip your secretary gave you.
BULL - What your broker uses to explain why your mutual funds tanked during the last quarter.
MARGIN - Where you scribble the latest quotes when you're supposed to be listening to your Investment Manager's presentation.
SHORT POSITION - A type of trade where, in theory, a person sells stocks he doesn't actually own. Since this also only ever works in theory, a short position is what a person usually ends up being in (i.e. "The rent, sir? Ha ha ha, well, I'm a little 'short' this month.").
COMMISSION - The only reliable way to make money on the stock market, which is why your broker charges you one.
YAK - What you do into a pail when you discover your stocks have plunged and your broker is making a margin call
STOCK - A magical piece of paper that is worth $33.75 until the moment you buy it. It will then be worth $8.50.
BOND - What you had with your spouse until you pawned his golf clubs to invest in Amazon.com.
BROKER - The person you trust to help you make major financial decisions. Please note the first five letters of this word spell Broke.
BEAR - What your trade account and wallet will be when you take a flyer on that hot stock tip your secretary gave you.
BULL - What your broker uses to explain why your mutual funds tanked during the last quarter.
MARGIN - Where you scribble the latest quotes when you're supposed to be listening to your Investment Manager's presentation.
SHORT POSITION - A type of trade where, in theory, a person sells stocks he doesn't actually own. Since this also only ever works in theory, a short position is what a person usually ends up being in (i.e. "The rent, sir? Ha ha ha, well, I'm a little 'short' this month.").
COMMISSION - The only reliable way to make money on the stock market, which is why your broker charges you one.
YAK - What you do into a pail when you discover your stocks have plunged and your broker is making a margin call
Quote for the Day
Sometimes He quiets the storm.
Sometimes He quiets the child,
and lets the storm rage.
- Emily
Bora Bora, Chapter 3
Bora Bora
Chapter 3
There were exactly 8 seats in the plane with a small aisle separating the two columns of single seats along the windows. Everyone had a window seat and the co-pilots seat was full of maps, a thermos and the pilot's jacket. Each couple sat across from each other leaving the handsome stranger next to her. As he stood in the aisle and arranged his backpack, she got a whiff of his cologne. Is that really Calvin Klein's Eternity or am I dreaming? she thought. He looked at her and smiled. She feared she may have said her thoughts aloud, or perhaps it was her unconsciously leaning toward him. She turned suddenly and stared forward, pretending to be interested in the back of the seat in front of her. She had not felt this awkward since, since ever.
The pilot sputtered the engine to life and the plane took off smoothly from it's watery runway. Looking out her window, Jade could see the dots of light on the various islands below her and the sheer blackness of the surrounding ocean. Being a city girl, she had never seen anything so black and vast. It drew her in. The flight was short, just 20 minutes, and the plane slowly veered down for the landing. Jade held her breath and pressed her eyes shut. She hated flying and landings brought the fear of God into her. She knows her fears are irrational and over dramatic, but she can't help it.
The pontoons bounced off the surface of the water and she was jostled in her seat. A tiny scream emanated from deep in her throat, through her pursed lips. Images of fiery crashes, drowning waves and a crushing watery grave flashed through her mind. She reached out with both hands to grab onto anything. Her left hand grabbed the window frame while her right hand clawed at the open air over the aisle. The nothingness she felt created even more fear in her. Her heart pounded. A hand reached out and grabbed hers tightly, sending waves of comfort and safety through her. She gripped this hand with all her might as though it were the only thing keeping her alive at that moment. Her white knuckles and acrylic nails dug into the skin, but she wouldn't relinquish her grip. The pontoons bounced one last time and then smoothly glided the plane to a rolling stop. Jade heard the engine die and dared to open her eyes.
The hand she was holding in her death-grip was his. He had reached out and held her, comforted her, saved her. Their eyes met and she saw genuine concern in his.
"You OK?", he asked sincerely.
His honest desire to protect her stopped her words. She sat still and silent, lost in his eyes. Still holding her hand, he turned his gently over so their palms were facing. He placed his other hand on top and held her, softly stroking the back of her hand.
"We made it. We're here. No more plane rides, not for a while at least. Maybe we'll build up that courage while we're here. Fight off some sharks or something." he said teasingly.
Jade smiled faintly and took a deep breath.
"Thank you." she said. "I don't like flying. Especially landing."
"I noticed. And you're welcome. Anytime I can help a damsel in distress." he smiled sweetly.
The passengers exited the plane and were met by valets who rushed their bags to the front and quickly checked everyone in. The lobby was stunning with soft lighting, bamboo floors and a tasteful seashell chandelier.
"Jade!" she heard from behind her.
Her sister Colleen came flouncing up to her dressed in a yellow bikini top and white wrap skirt.
"I'm so glad you made it. How was the flight?" Colleen asked.
"Fine, until the end where I thought I was going to die."
"Oh, you always say that. I'm so glad you're here. I can't wait for you to meet Steve. Come on."
Colleen pulled Jade by the hand toward the bar where Colleen's fiance' Steve was waiting. Jade has heard all about Steve and had talked with him on the phone a few times, but they had never met in person. Steve was a surgeon at the teaching hospital Colleen worked at as an Orthopaedic Tech. Colleen and Steve met during a surgery to replace a knee joint of a woman in her 50's. The only problem Jade had with people in the medical field is that they always seemed to try to diagnose her. She was careful not to complain about aches and pains around her sister for fear of getting a full blown physical. When Steve saw Colleen his face lit up and he pulled her into his arms as though they'd been apart forever. Jade was sure they had only seen each other 5 minutes ago, but she still felt a tiny twang of jealousy at her sister's good fortune. She wondered if she would ever get married.
"Steve, I would like you to meet my sister Jade. Jade, this is my future husband, Steve."
Steve grabbed Jade in a bear hug and lifted her off the ground. He was a big guy, 6'2" maybe 225.
"I'm so glad we finally got to meet and that you could make it out here to be with us." Steve said appreciatively.
"Of course. I'm excited we finally got to meet. Colleen has told me so much about you. All good, I promise." she said, winking at her sister.
"Thank you for inviting me out here and making all this possible. This is like a dream come true for me to be here."
Steve had paid for her trip and arranged all the travel details. She would not have to spend a dime the whole time here, except on souvenirs and personal things. It was an all expense paid trip, a present from Steve to Colleen to have her sister here. Pretty sweet deal, Jade thought.
"Now I want you to meet my brother Connor." Steve said, turning to the man sitting at the bar who had been watching this whole exchange.
Jade had not seem him sitting there. It was him. The ballcap. The eyes. The smile. The saving hand. It was him. He was Steve's brother?
"Connor, I'd like you to meet your future sister in law, Jade." Steve introduced them.
Connor reached out and took Jade's hand again, a bit more firmly this time but still warm and sweet.
"It's very nice to finally meet you." Connor said, smiling knowingly at Jade.
"N-Nice to meet you too." Jade stuttered. Nice, she thought, real smooth.
He was still holding her hand and watching her as Steve began directing them to the restaurant for dinner. She never wanted him to let go. If he held her hand for the rest of her life, she would die happy.
"I'm so glad we finally got to meet and that you could make it out here to be with us." Steve said appreciatively.
"Of course. I'm excited we finally got to meet. Colleen has told me so much about you. All good, I promise." she said, winking at her sister.
"Thank you for inviting me out here and making all this possible. This is like a dream come true for me to be here."
Steve had paid for her trip and arranged all the travel details. She would not have to spend a dime the whole time here, except on souvenirs and personal things. It was an all expense paid trip, a present from Steve to Colleen to have her sister here. Pretty sweet deal, Jade thought.
"Now I want you to meet my brother Connor." Steve said, turning to the man sitting at the bar who had been watching this whole exchange.
Jade had not seem him sitting there. It was him. The ballcap. The eyes. The smile. The saving hand. It was him. He was Steve's brother?
"Connor, I'd like you to meet your future sister in law, Jade." Steve introduced them.
Connor reached out and took Jade's hand again, a bit more firmly this time but still warm and sweet.
"It's very nice to finally meet you." Connor said, smiling knowingly at Jade.
"N-Nice to meet you too." Jade stuttered. Nice, she thought, real smooth.
He was still holding her hand and watching her as Steve began directing them to the restaurant for dinner. She never wanted him to let go. If he held her hand for the rest of her life, she would die happy.
School
My online school is not cheap. Yes, I have financial aid and a Pell grant, but I will still have to pay someday. What is frustrating me today...I am continually smarter than my teachers. Today, I had to explain to my instructor that Arizona is now on the same time as California because AZ does not practice Daylight Savings and CA does, so my assignment was not actually late and I should not be docked points for it. I have previously had to read the Syllabus to my instructors and point out their grading errors as well as employ alternative assignments for some that were un-completable. Why am I paying $735 a course for this? GGGRRRRRRRRRR!!!
Tuesday
"25 Things I learned in 50 Years" by Dave Barry
1. The badness of a movie is directly proportional to the number of helicopters in it.
2. You will never find anybody who can give you a clear and compelling reason why we observe daylight-saving time.
3. People who feel the need to tell you that they have an excellent sense of humor are telling you that they have no sense of humor.
4. The most valuable function performed by the federal government is entertainment.
5. You should never say anything to a woman that even remotely suggests you think she's pregnant unless you can see an actual baby emerging from her at that moment.
6. A penny saved is worthless.
7. They can hold all the peace talks they want, but there will never be peace in the Middle East. Billions of years from now, when Earth is hurtling toward the Sun and there is nothing left alive on the planet except a few microorganisms, the microorganisms living in the Middle East will be bitter enemies.
8. The most powerful force in the universe is gossip.
9. The one thing that unites all human beings, regardless of age, gender, religion, economic status, or ethnic background, is that, deep down inside, we all believe that we are above-average drivers.
10. There comes a time when you should stop expecting other people to make a big deal about your birthday. That time is age 11.
11. There is a very fine line between "hobby" and "mental illness."
12. People who want to share their religious views with you almost never want you to share yours with them.
13. There apparently exists, somewhere in Los Angeles, a computer that generates concepts for television sitcoms. When TV executives need a new concept, they turn on this computer; after sorting through millions of possible plot premises, it spits out, "THREE QUIRKY BUT ATTRACTIVE YOUNG PEOPLE LIVING IN AN APARTMENT," and the executives turn this concept into a show. The next time they need an idea, the computer spits out, "SIX QUIRKY BUT ATTRACTIVE YOUNG PEOPLE LIVING IN ANAPARTMENT." Then the next time, it spits out, "FOUR QUIRKY BUT ATTRACTIVE YOUNG PEOPLE LIVING IN AN APARTMENT." And so on. We need to locate this computer and destroy it with hammers.
14. Nobody is normal.
15. At least once per year, some group of scientists will become very excited and announce that:- The universe is even bigger than they thought!- There are even more subatomic particles than they thought!- Whatever they announced last year about global warming is wrong.
16. If you had to identify, in one word, the reason why the human race has not achieved, and never will achieve, its full potential, that word would be "meetings."
17. The main accomplishment of almost all organized protests is to annoy people who are not in them.
18. The value of advertising is that it tells you the exact opposite of what the advertiser actually thinks. For example:- If the advertisement says "This is not your father's Oldsmobile," the advertiser is desperately concerned that this Oldsmobile, like all other Oldsmobiles, appeals primarily to old farts like your father.- If Coke and Pepsi spend billions of dollars to convince you that there are significant differences between these two products, both companies realize that Pepsi and Coke are virtually identical.- If the advertisement strongly suggests that Nike shoes enable athletes to perform amazing feats, Nike wants you to disregard the fact that shoe brand is unrelated to athletic ability.- If Budweiser runs an elaborate advertising campaign stressing the critical importance of a beer's "born-on" date, Budweiser knows this factor has virtually nothing to do with how good a beer tastes.
19. If there really is a God who created the entire universe with all of its glories, and He decides to deliver a message to humanity, He will not use as His messenger a person on cable TV with a bad hairstyle.
20. You should not confuse your career with your life.
21. A person who is nice to you, but rude to the waiter, is not a nice person.
22. No matter what happens, somebody will find a way to take it too seriously.
23. When trouble arises and things look bad, there is always one individual who perceives a solution and is willing to take command. Very often, that individual is crazy.
24. Your friends love you anyway.
25. Nobody cares if you can't dance well. Just get up and dance.
2. You will never find anybody who can give you a clear and compelling reason why we observe daylight-saving time.
3. People who feel the need to tell you that they have an excellent sense of humor are telling you that they have no sense of humor.
4. The most valuable function performed by the federal government is entertainment.
5. You should never say anything to a woman that even remotely suggests you think she's pregnant unless you can see an actual baby emerging from her at that moment.
6. A penny saved is worthless.
7. They can hold all the peace talks they want, but there will never be peace in the Middle East. Billions of years from now, when Earth is hurtling toward the Sun and there is nothing left alive on the planet except a few microorganisms, the microorganisms living in the Middle East will be bitter enemies.
8. The most powerful force in the universe is gossip.
9. The one thing that unites all human beings, regardless of age, gender, religion, economic status, or ethnic background, is that, deep down inside, we all believe that we are above-average drivers.
10. There comes a time when you should stop expecting other people to make a big deal about your birthday. That time is age 11.
11. There is a very fine line between "hobby" and "mental illness."
12. People who want to share their religious views with you almost never want you to share yours with them.
13. There apparently exists, somewhere in Los Angeles, a computer that generates concepts for television sitcoms. When TV executives need a new concept, they turn on this computer; after sorting through millions of possible plot premises, it spits out, "THREE QUIRKY BUT ATTRACTIVE YOUNG PEOPLE LIVING IN AN APARTMENT," and the executives turn this concept into a show. The next time they need an idea, the computer spits out, "SIX QUIRKY BUT ATTRACTIVE YOUNG PEOPLE LIVING IN ANAPARTMENT." Then the next time, it spits out, "FOUR QUIRKY BUT ATTRACTIVE YOUNG PEOPLE LIVING IN AN APARTMENT." And so on. We need to locate this computer and destroy it with hammers.
14. Nobody is normal.
15. At least once per year, some group of scientists will become very excited and announce that:- The universe is even bigger than they thought!- There are even more subatomic particles than they thought!- Whatever they announced last year about global warming is wrong.
16. If you had to identify, in one word, the reason why the human race has not achieved, and never will achieve, its full potential, that word would be "meetings."
17. The main accomplishment of almost all organized protests is to annoy people who are not in them.
18. The value of advertising is that it tells you the exact opposite of what the advertiser actually thinks. For example:- If the advertisement says "This is not your father's Oldsmobile," the advertiser is desperately concerned that this Oldsmobile, like all other Oldsmobiles, appeals primarily to old farts like your father.- If Coke and Pepsi spend billions of dollars to convince you that there are significant differences between these two products, both companies realize that Pepsi and Coke are virtually identical.- If the advertisement strongly suggests that Nike shoes enable athletes to perform amazing feats, Nike wants you to disregard the fact that shoe brand is unrelated to athletic ability.- If Budweiser runs an elaborate advertising campaign stressing the critical importance of a beer's "born-on" date, Budweiser knows this factor has virtually nothing to do with how good a beer tastes.
19. If there really is a God who created the entire universe with all of its glories, and He decides to deliver a message to humanity, He will not use as His messenger a person on cable TV with a bad hairstyle.
20. You should not confuse your career with your life.
21. A person who is nice to you, but rude to the waiter, is not a nice person.
22. No matter what happens, somebody will find a way to take it too seriously.
23. When trouble arises and things look bad, there is always one individual who perceives a solution and is willing to take command. Very often, that individual is crazy.
24. Your friends love you anyway.
25. Nobody cares if you can't dance well. Just get up and dance.
WTF?!
These are the craziest shoes I have ever seen. While searching for cute red patent leather shoes on Amazon, I came across these little dillies. You can get them in many colors. And then what?! Walk?! Yeah freaking right!! This world gets crazier by the minute!
Pizza Delivery
Delivering Pizza for Godfather's was the funnest job I ever had. I was 20 years old, had a red Nissan 240SX and took corners in 3rd gear. Beware Pizza delivery drivers! They are the WORST drivers on the road, because their tip depends on how fast they get that pizza to it's home. The rules of the road do not apply to pizza delivery drivers; rules such as red lights, double-yellow lines, no U-turn signs, stop signs, right-of-way, speed limits, curve warnings, speed bumps and other cars.
One time in the rain, while listening to Colin Raye's "Little Red Rodeo" full blast, I turned left from S. Santa Fe onto Vista Way through a yellow light, I hit the railroad tracks and 540'd, landing facing oncoming traffic, their light turned green. I flipped it into reverse, straightened out and floored it back to the store. Then I got out, sat on the curb and cried because I realized I almost died.
One time I pulled up to a house and could hear the music from the driveway and a bunch of people in the backyard. I rang the doorbell, but couldn't hear it through the din. I banged on the door with my fist, no luck. I walked over to the fence and yelled at he guys in the backyard, they heard me and came to the door. All of them came to the door. About 10-12 drunks stood at the door and immediately invited me in, offering me beer and cigars. I politely and flirtingly turned them down. The four pizzas were delivered and I walked away with a $22 tip!
One time I delivered a pie to some scary apartments by Vista High and a group of Vato's gave me directions to the apartment I was looking for. An hour later the other girl driver came into the store saying she had been assaulted by that same bunch of Vato's in the same apartments. Those guys were nice to me. It made me wonder why I was different?
One time I traded a tip for a bowl.
One time I went to 7-11 between deliveries for a Slurpee and the guy in front of me in line bought cigarettes with silver dollars. I traded the cashier dollar bills for the coins and took them to the coin dealer on Vista Way by Brengle Terrace and he said the "Walking Liberty" coin was worth between $18-25 dollars depending on condition and date. I still have those coins today.
One time I delivered a pizza to Joe Kocian, Brian May and Packy.
One time I pulled up at a house, and the chick thought I was her crazy ex-boyfriend, same car, and she came running out of the house screaming at me. I thought she was gonna kill me.
One time in the store, the other drivers were telling a story of some dude who jumped the fence and slid across the hood of a the car to stop the dude from driving away, then punched out the driver side window and beat the crap out of some dude in his car. I asked what show they were talking about and they said, "It wasn't a show Emily, it was your boyfriend Piggy. Today!" He was charged with assault.
One time while on delivery I was propositioned to make a porn. I declined.
One time a little girl asked me if I was Suddenly Susan, ie. Brooke Shields. I took that as a compliment.
One time, after tailgating at Jack Murphy for the Denver/Greenbay Superbowl, me and Denise Schultz walked around the stadium and got drinks from every tailgating party there was. I was still totally smashed and had to work. I listened to the game on the radio and was coming down Melrose when the Bronco's scored. I screamed "Go Denver" at some cops out the window. I don't know why they didn't flip a B and pull my drunk butt over. I don't even remember if Denver won.
One time I delivered to the motel on Vista Way and when I walked in the door, some huge black guy and skinny tweaker chick were jumping all around. I saw lines cut on the table and dropped the pizzas right on them. They paid with a bad check, and my manager called the cops when I got back to the store.
One time I delivered to a little old lady who lived of W. Los Angeles and by the time I got back to the store she had called my manager and yelled at him about allowing a sweet girl like me to be out at night in a bad neighborhood, and that he should be ashamed of himself for not protecting me.
Monday
Friday
Damage Control?!
I learned today that there is a construction company that is contracted to fix the damage done when a superhero saves the world. Cool! The inset above "When Superhero's need help, they call Damage Control". I love it!
Thursday
The Story of the Grandfather, the Child, and the Starfish
The elderly grandfather was walking
on the beach with his young grandson.
As they walked, the grandson would periodically stop
to pick up beached starfish and toss them back into the ocean.
The grandfather leaned towards his grandchild and said,
“My child, your gesture is touching but will make no difference.
Do you know how wide the oceans are?
How vast the number of beaches?
How numerous are the starfish
that become trapped on the shore?”
The child looked up as he prepared
to toss yet another starfish back into the ocean and said,
“Yes, grandfather, but it makes sure makes a difference to this one!”
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