(To read Charlie's post on this topic, click here.)
Okay....Friday was "one of those days"....One of those days where fire comes shooting out my ears. And as a regular visitor atop the soap box, happens quite frequently. I received a forward in my email inbox about how I should "boycott the upcoming release of the United States Postal Service stamp" which commemorates a Muslim holiday. To read the entire email message, click here. After reading this "harmless" email, I realized that not only was this message wrong in content, it was also COMPLETELY intolerant and ignorant. To read the press release with the correct message, click here. What I find a little amuzing is that the press release for the release of the stamp was back in 2001. I guess this group hoping that we will boycott this is a little late in the game....
So, here is my response to this message....
If we judge a whole entire community on the actions of one person or a small segment of that community, such as this email message does, then we have many more problems to face than I thought. (I tend to be positive and 'nieve' in thinking that we are becoming more tolerant and compassionate.) Was the entire Christian Community judged after the Timothy McVeigh bombing or after WACO? Is the Christian community seen as having the same beliefs as the extreme right (Jerry Falwell, Pat Robertson, etc.)? I've not seen it.... Do we judge every police officer in the United States for the brutal acts of a few corrupt officers? Once again, I haven't seen it. So, why then, is it "patriotic" and "acceptable" to judge a peaceful religious community for the actions of a few radicals?
I honestly can't understand. So, let me remind people of something that I learned when I was a child.....Something that I learned in Sunday School many years ago....I learned that respect and compassion is very important and is a core value of my faith and beliefs. Something else I learned as a child is that one rotten apple can spoil the bunch. It may be a "old saying", but it still shows itself everyday.
When Hurricane Katrina hit the Gulf Coast, people were talking about the looters, the gang members, the "community of sin", and many other "generalist" comments. Why are we always looking to the negative? What would you do in that situation? Why can't we remember all of the people who needed help and couldn't get it? Thankfully, through all the volunteerism and donations that have been provided, we finally show compassion...something that we should have been doing all along.
So, as a step off my soap box once again, I encourage everyone to learn about things outside their own community. I am thankful to have friends and resources that provide me with a multitude of learning opportunites...and I am grateful. I feel that it is important to understand the culture and lives of my friends and neighbors.
So, when it comes to judging a whole community, stop and think before you speak or act...and most of all....EDUCATE YOURSELF!!!
(Once again, to read Charlie's post on this topic, click here.)
Sunday, September 25, 2005
Saturday, September 17, 2005
We've made it two years!!!
My husband and I celebrated our two year anniversary at the end of August. It's hard to believe that we have only been married for two years. It seems that we've been together much longer because I can barely remember what it was like before we were together (not that I want to remember...)
He got me a beautiful clock for our anniversary....it was engraved with the words, All I ever wanted in life, I've found in loving you.... It is also engraved with our names and anniversary date. I cried when he gave it to me. I cried because I feel the same way about him.
His love for me hits me like a ton of bricks sometimes. As we go throughout daily routines, sometimes we take advantage of what we have. But when we get out of the routine and realize what we have, it is overwhelming for me. Men don't always understand women or their emotions and my husband is no exception. There are times when we are together and suddenly, all at once, I realize how much we love each other and how in love we still are. Then, I start to cry..... It doesn't make sense, but it's the only way my mind and body can express it.
I just can't imagine spending one day without him. He's out of town this weekend and I will be sleeping on the couch. I just can't imagine sleeping in the empty bed. (Even though Wrigley would find a way to still push me to the edge and nearly knock me out of bed! haha) I am so used to having him beside me...I just can't do it. Many days since we are so busy, we don't get to spend much time together. But I always know that he will be with me when I go to sleep.
There are times when I want to kick him in the head...as I am sure he'd like to do the same to me on occasion, but when the day is done, we know that we have each other.
I know that it sounds sappy and cliche', but I just don't know what I would do without him. He's solid and so strong, but has a heart of gold. He shows such compassion and he has a wonderful spirit. Yes, he's stubborn and so am I, but we've been able to compromise...
It's so hard to express how much I love him, so I only hope that he knows that when I say, "I love you" that he realizes what I mean.
He got me a beautiful clock for our anniversary....it was engraved with the words, All I ever wanted in life, I've found in loving you.... It is also engraved with our names and anniversary date. I cried when he gave it to me. I cried because I feel the same way about him.
His love for me hits me like a ton of bricks sometimes. As we go throughout daily routines, sometimes we take advantage of what we have. But when we get out of the routine and realize what we have, it is overwhelming for me. Men don't always understand women or their emotions and my husband is no exception. There are times when we are together and suddenly, all at once, I realize how much we love each other and how in love we still are. Then, I start to cry..... It doesn't make sense, but it's the only way my mind and body can express it.
I just can't imagine spending one day without him. He's out of town this weekend and I will be sleeping on the couch. I just can't imagine sleeping in the empty bed. (Even though Wrigley would find a way to still push me to the edge and nearly knock me out of bed! haha) I am so used to having him beside me...I just can't do it. Many days since we are so busy, we don't get to spend much time together. But I always know that he will be with me when I go to sleep.
There are times when I want to kick him in the head...as I am sure he'd like to do the same to me on occasion, but when the day is done, we know that we have each other.
I know that it sounds sappy and cliche', but I just don't know what I would do without him. He's solid and so strong, but has a heart of gold. He shows such compassion and he has a wonderful spirit. Yes, he's stubborn and so am I, but we've been able to compromise...
It's so hard to express how much I love him, so I only hope that he knows that when I say, "I love you" that he realizes what I mean.
The kids are growing up...
I just spent the evening with my family and, as always, I had a great time. Now that I have a place of my own and my own family, I only get to see my family a few times a month. But lately, especially, I have been reminded of how much they mean to me. I don't know where I would be without my family....ALL of my family. I know that I have told you so much about my grandmothers, my aunt, and some other family members. I don't think that I have written much about my brothers. So, I'd like to introduce you to them. This is also a tribute to my family and what they have done for me. (You will read about my family over the next few posts....)
My brothers are all grown up. I guess it is difficult because it also makes me realize my age. But before I can explain the present, I'll need to take you back...... Back to the early 90's....
My dad met my stepmom a while after he and my mother got divorced. In many of these posts, I will refer to my stepmom as "mom" and my biological mom as "mom"...I know that is very confusing, but in this post, the mom that I mention is my stepmom.
Anyway... The first time that I met my stepmom and her three sons was one day when dad had visitation with me. Normally, on a day with dad, we went to the park, to family friends' houses, or to the movies. On this day, it was different. It was the day that I would meet my mom and my brothers. Although, I didn't know it at the time. After we got half way to my dad's girlfriend's house, he told me where we were going and that I would meet his girlfriend and her three sons. I was nervous and a little confused. As most kids are going through a divorce, I couldn't quite comprehend my dad having a girlfriend. Although, on top of the anxiety of "Will they like me??? Will I like them?", I was excited! I was going to have other kids to play with for the day! I was an only child and loved having other kids to play with. So, when I got there, I had a blast playing video games with the boys. The youngest was three years old, the middle one was six (I think), and the oldest was my age (12)...we were only five weeks apart.
Here's a story about my youngest brother....and it's also a story from the first day we met....
"BOO", the youngest, scraped his toe on the heating vent and was in desperate need for a band-aid. (I always told mom that we should have bought stock in Band-aids. I think that my mom kept Kroger's and Johnson & Johnson in business, at least during the 90's. I bet you found out why we called him "BOO" by now??) Mom was out of bandaids that day and I told "BOO" that I would take him over to his grandmother's across the street to get a bandaid. Through his tears and sniffling, he agreed. I was carrying him down the front steps when I missed the last step and fell. Not only did I fall, but I dropped Boo on the sidewalk...on his HEAD!!!! He dusted himself off and asked me if I was okay. Then, began laughing uncontrollably. I was sprawled out on the sidewalk with my ankle turned in an unnatural way. I was crying b/c I had sprained my ankle. Dad came running and was hysterical. Dad had not told my grandmother when he picked me up for visitation that he was taking me to his girlfriend's house and he was concerned that he would not know how to explain how I twisted my ankle. My grandmother is the biggest worry-wort that I have ever met. She would have died...or killed my dad, I'm not sure which. So, BOO forgot all about his toe and went back inside. Dad picked me up and carried me inside. Mom put ice on it and Dad hoped for the best. Within a little while, I was better and was up and about again. Thankfully, we didn't have to feel the wrath of my concerned grandmother. (HA HA)
So, that is the story of the first time that I met my family. One day, after many weekend visits and even after my grandmother met my dad's girlfriend and the boys, my mom and dad told me the great news. I still remember sitting in the car and mom and dad telling me that they are going to get married. I remember asking if I could be there. They told me that they were going to Virginia alone for the weekend. I was still SO excited. They got married two days before my birthday. Getting another mom and three brothers was the best birthday present I have ever received. There were times when I wish that I could have my dad all to myself, but that was when I was young and foolish. I cherish every minute that I get to spend with my mom, dad, and brothers. And now, I realize that my mom has made my dad a better man, husband, and father.
The kids are growing up. Boo is now 17, the middle one is 20, and the oldest is 25. I am the oldest by five weeks. My mom always enjoys explaining our age difference when people ask. She said that it was a really long labor.
She's not kidding. Raising me was definitely work. I was obnoxious and selfish. I was used to having everything my way...I was the only child and only grandchild for a long time. I had to learn the hard way that everything isn't all about me.
I know that there has been MANY times that my mom and dad just wanted to wash their hands of me and give up...but they didn't. They were there when no one else wanted to be. Even at my worst, they still loved me. They may have not liked the way I acted sometimes, but the loved me unconditionally. Two of the greatest memories I have is meeting my mom and brothers and my dad walking me down the eisle at my wedding.
To read more about my family, click here for my next post....
My brothers are all grown up. I guess it is difficult because it also makes me realize my age. But before I can explain the present, I'll need to take you back...... Back to the early 90's....
My dad met my stepmom a while after he and my mother got divorced. In many of these posts, I will refer to my stepmom as "mom" and my biological mom as "mom"...I know that is very confusing, but in this post, the mom that I mention is my stepmom.
Anyway... The first time that I met my stepmom and her three sons was one day when dad had visitation with me. Normally, on a day with dad, we went to the park, to family friends' houses, or to the movies. On this day, it was different. It was the day that I would meet my mom and my brothers. Although, I didn't know it at the time. After we got half way to my dad's girlfriend's house, he told me where we were going and that I would meet his girlfriend and her three sons. I was nervous and a little confused. As most kids are going through a divorce, I couldn't quite comprehend my dad having a girlfriend. Although, on top of the anxiety of "Will they like me??? Will I like them?", I was excited! I was going to have other kids to play with for the day! I was an only child and loved having other kids to play with. So, when I got there, I had a blast playing video games with the boys. The youngest was three years old, the middle one was six (I think), and the oldest was my age (12)...we were only five weeks apart.
Here's a story about my youngest brother....and it's also a story from the first day we met....
"BOO", the youngest, scraped his toe on the heating vent and was in desperate need for a band-aid. (I always told mom that we should have bought stock in Band-aids. I think that my mom kept Kroger's and Johnson & Johnson in business, at least during the 90's. I bet you found out why we called him "BOO" by now??) Mom was out of bandaids that day and I told "BOO" that I would take him over to his grandmother's across the street to get a bandaid. Through his tears and sniffling, he agreed. I was carrying him down the front steps when I missed the last step and fell. Not only did I fall, but I dropped Boo on the sidewalk...on his HEAD!!!! He dusted himself off and asked me if I was okay. Then, began laughing uncontrollably. I was sprawled out on the sidewalk with my ankle turned in an unnatural way. I was crying b/c I had sprained my ankle. Dad came running and was hysterical. Dad had not told my grandmother when he picked me up for visitation that he was taking me to his girlfriend's house and he was concerned that he would not know how to explain how I twisted my ankle. My grandmother is the biggest worry-wort that I have ever met. She would have died...or killed my dad, I'm not sure which. So, BOO forgot all about his toe and went back inside. Dad picked me up and carried me inside. Mom put ice on it and Dad hoped for the best. Within a little while, I was better and was up and about again. Thankfully, we didn't have to feel the wrath of my concerned grandmother. (HA HA)
So, that is the story of the first time that I met my family. One day, after many weekend visits and even after my grandmother met my dad's girlfriend and the boys, my mom and dad told me the great news. I still remember sitting in the car and mom and dad telling me that they are going to get married. I remember asking if I could be there. They told me that they were going to Virginia alone for the weekend. I was still SO excited. They got married two days before my birthday. Getting another mom and three brothers was the best birthday present I have ever received. There were times when I wish that I could have my dad all to myself, but that was when I was young and foolish. I cherish every minute that I get to spend with my mom, dad, and brothers. And now, I realize that my mom has made my dad a better man, husband, and father.
The kids are growing up. Boo is now 17, the middle one is 20, and the oldest is 25. I am the oldest by five weeks. My mom always enjoys explaining our age difference when people ask. She said that it was a really long labor.
She's not kidding. Raising me was definitely work. I was obnoxious and selfish. I was used to having everything my way...I was the only child and only grandchild for a long time. I had to learn the hard way that everything isn't all about me.
I know that there has been MANY times that my mom and dad just wanted to wash their hands of me and give up...but they didn't. They were there when no one else wanted to be. Even at my worst, they still loved me. They may have not liked the way I acted sometimes, but the loved me unconditionally. Two of the greatest memories I have is meeting my mom and brothers and my dad walking me down the eisle at my wedding.
To read more about my family, click here for my next post....
To my Mom and Dad.....
My stepmother has been a very large influence in my life. She is one of the many wonderful women in my life. TALK ABOUT STRENGTH! One of my wishes/greatest desires is to be as strong as she is. She has raised three children...okay make that three and a half (she had me through the tough teen years)...And for a part of her motherhood, she was a single mom. She has always made sure that our basic needs were met and MORE!!! She never let me give up...and she never gave up on me! I thought she was tough on me many times, but now that I am older, I understand that it was her way of making me learn and be independent. She made me realize that I COULD stand on my own two feet....I COULD get a college degree AND a good job...and that I COULD make it on my own! I did it all through her love, support, guidance, and honesty. She has done so much for me....She was my study buddy in college, my teacher, my friend, my mentor, and most of all, an ear and a shoulder. I will never be able to thank her for all the things that she did. She let me live, but prevented me from bringing harm to myself, has let me learn and still act stupid on occasion, and I don't know how I'll ever thank or repay her.
To my dad.... Thank you for the advice, love, and great conversations. You've been so good to me and I will always be your little girl. Thank you for being honest and loving. Because of you, fried bologna and chocolate milk is a meal that I enjoy and a time with you that I will never forget. As I get older, I realize why I loved watching Mighty Mouse with you. I know that I always thought that the theme song was about you. I always knew that you'd be there when I needed you....("....Here I come to save the day!")
I'm grown up. I'm a married woman. But you know what??? Sometimes, I realize that I'm just a young insecure girl (that akward kid in school) stuck in a woman's body....still lost and trying to find my way. The only thing that helps is that I know that I have so many people in my life that love me and will help me find my way.
I am truly blessed to have such wonderful family and friends in my life. I just hope that they know how much they mean to me. Every person I meet shapes my life and without the relationships that I have made over the years, I am nothing.
To my dad.... Thank you for the advice, love, and great conversations. You've been so good to me and I will always be your little girl. Thank you for being honest and loving. Because of you, fried bologna and chocolate milk is a meal that I enjoy and a time with you that I will never forget. As I get older, I realize why I loved watching Mighty Mouse with you. I know that I always thought that the theme song was about you. I always knew that you'd be there when I needed you....("....Here I come to save the day!")
I'm grown up. I'm a married woman. But you know what??? Sometimes, I realize that I'm just a young insecure girl (that akward kid in school) stuck in a woman's body....still lost and trying to find my way. The only thing that helps is that I know that I have so many people in my life that love me and will help me find my way.
I am truly blessed to have such wonderful family and friends in my life. I just hope that they know how much they mean to me. Every person I meet shapes my life and without the relationships that I have made over the years, I am nothing.
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
EEEKKKK!!!! I've become a coffee drinker!
I have to admit, I've never really been a coffee drinker. The only times I can recall really enjoying coffee is when I was a kid. I would sneak a sip of my grandmother's cold coffee (which was mostly cream) while she was cleaning house.
I have always been a hot tea drinker. Dark English Breakfast tea with Sweet-n-Low and a little evaporated milk. There's nothing better than that with a piece of my Aunt's homemade shortbread.
One day....many weeks ago...while at a meeting with a friend/colleague/mentor and all around great guy, I was introduced into the world of coffee. That was all it took. I kept saying to him, "I don't like coffee." He suggested Chai Tea as an alternative. I replied that I had tried it and didn't care for it.) So, he suggested the Milky Way Blast at Taylor Books. When the Taylor Book staff member described it, I got a mental image of a milkshake with a hint of coffee. (I know, how dumb??) I wasn't disappointed, though. It is a frozen delight with milk, espresso, and caramel and chocolate syrups. As the great Rachel Ray says, "YUMM-O!!!!" That day, I was hooked!
I work in St. Albans, but days that I am anywhere near downtown, I give the City of Charleston some meter money and visit Taylor Books for a Milky Way Blast. Since the first day of being a coffee drinker, I have tried a few at Starbucks and one at Capitol Roasters. (The German Chocolate one is great at Roasters!)
One of the drinks that I tried at Starbucks was not great. It was a frozen drink (like Taylor's Blast) but it had chocolate syrup and mint chips. It was not that great and for the price, it REALLY wasn't that great. I'll stick to my Taylor drink, thank you!
Then, this morning....I went to the United Way Day of Caring event in Charleston and I stopped at Starbucks at the mall (only because I was already parked at the Civic Center...otherwise, I would have went to Taylor!) So, anyways...I got a Caramel Macchiato. I wanted something warm for a change. OKAY YUM again! Actually something from Starbucks that is worth "wow-ing" over. My friend got a Pumpkin iced thing and it was good too.
So, while Starbucks has a few things worth trying, I'll stick to the local Taylor Books. The people are great and the coffee is great too!
So, a special thanks to the wonderful (and local) Taylor Books who has some great stuff! (and my friend who suggested giving coffee another try!)
I have always been a hot tea drinker. Dark English Breakfast tea with Sweet-n-Low and a little evaporated milk. There's nothing better than that with a piece of my Aunt's homemade shortbread.
One day....many weeks ago...while at a meeting with a friend/colleague/mentor and all around great guy, I was introduced into the world of coffee. That was all it took. I kept saying to him, "I don't like coffee." He suggested Chai Tea as an alternative. I replied that I had tried it and didn't care for it.) So, he suggested the Milky Way Blast at Taylor Books. When the Taylor Book staff member described it, I got a mental image of a milkshake with a hint of coffee. (I know, how dumb??) I wasn't disappointed, though. It is a frozen delight with milk, espresso, and caramel and chocolate syrups. As the great Rachel Ray says, "YUMM-O!!!!" That day, I was hooked!
I work in St. Albans, but days that I am anywhere near downtown, I give the City of Charleston some meter money and visit Taylor Books for a Milky Way Blast. Since the first day of being a coffee drinker, I have tried a few at Starbucks and one at Capitol Roasters. (The German Chocolate one is great at Roasters!)
One of the drinks that I tried at Starbucks was not great. It was a frozen drink (like Taylor's Blast) but it had chocolate syrup and mint chips. It was not that great and for the price, it REALLY wasn't that great. I'll stick to my Taylor drink, thank you!
Then, this morning....I went to the United Way Day of Caring event in Charleston and I stopped at Starbucks at the mall (only because I was already parked at the Civic Center...otherwise, I would have went to Taylor!) So, anyways...I got a Caramel Macchiato. I wanted something warm for a change. OKAY YUM again! Actually something from Starbucks that is worth "wow-ing" over. My friend got a Pumpkin iced thing and it was good too.
So, while Starbucks has a few things worth trying, I'll stick to the local Taylor Books. The people are great and the coffee is great too!
So, a special thanks to the wonderful (and local) Taylor Books who has some great stuff! (and my friend who suggested giving coffee another try!)
World Music Awards...
I received a phone call last night from a good friend instructing me to turn the tv to the World Music Awards. I had been watching the season premiere of HOUSE and then the news. I didn't realize that the WMA's were on, but I flipped off the news to the WMA's, as instructed. (After all, I tend to be an "award show" junkie.)
As I turned it to the channel, I realized why my friend had called me. Destiny's Child was being serenaded by Babyface and Usher. Men who only need to be refered to by first name. :)
Extreme talent was present as well as dashing good looks. :)
I was pleased with what I saw of the performance (which was only the last 45 seconds, unfortunately). However, I was a little surprised after the performance was over.
They honored Destiny's Child with a WMA as "Best Female Group of All Time". I LOVE Destiny's Child, don't get me wrong, but best female group of ALL TIME???? What about Diana Ross and the Supremes...What about the other wonderful girl groups of the past????? Influence from the outstanding girls groups of the past have surely inspired these women in their music as I am sure that DC will inspire groups of the future. I don't doubt that they are one of the best groups of all time, but to honor them as "Best Female Group of All Time" is a little much. Maybe they have had more album sales than groups from the past, I'm not sure. I was happy for them (especially since they are continuing their solo careers and the DC group is no longer). I just thought that maybe there might have been a few more candidates that they should have considered.
I am a firm believer that the music of today is because of yesterday's music.
I don't believe that we would have the talented John Mayer if other wonderful guitarists and musical poets like James Taylor and Eric Clapton had not gone before him. Britney and other "pop divas" would not be here without Madonna and other female pop artists paving the way.
So, I guess my final comment is that while I think that Destiny's Child deserves an award for being an AWESOME female group, I just don't know if they deserve being titled "the best of all time." Just as if Beyonce' was up for an outstanding female artist award, I would be pleased, but if they refered to her as "best of all time", I'm sure many people would be scratching their head wondering why Aretha, Diana, Patti and many others weren't considered.
As I turned it to the channel, I realized why my friend had called me. Destiny's Child was being serenaded by Babyface and Usher. Men who only need to be refered to by first name. :)
Extreme talent was present as well as dashing good looks. :)
I was pleased with what I saw of the performance (which was only the last 45 seconds, unfortunately). However, I was a little surprised after the performance was over.
They honored Destiny's Child with a WMA as "Best Female Group of All Time". I LOVE Destiny's Child, don't get me wrong, but best female group of ALL TIME???? What about Diana Ross and the Supremes...What about the other wonderful girl groups of the past????? Influence from the outstanding girls groups of the past have surely inspired these women in their music as I am sure that DC will inspire groups of the future. I don't doubt that they are one of the best groups of all time, but to honor them as "Best Female Group of All Time" is a little much. Maybe they have had more album sales than groups from the past, I'm not sure. I was happy for them (especially since they are continuing their solo careers and the DC group is no longer). I just thought that maybe there might have been a few more candidates that they should have considered.
I am a firm believer that the music of today is because of yesterday's music.
I don't believe that we would have the talented John Mayer if other wonderful guitarists and musical poets like James Taylor and Eric Clapton had not gone before him. Britney and other "pop divas" would not be here without Madonna and other female pop artists paving the way.
So, I guess my final comment is that while I think that Destiny's Child deserves an award for being an AWESOME female group, I just don't know if they deserve being titled "the best of all time." Just as if Beyonce' was up for an outstanding female artist award, I would be pleased, but if they refered to her as "best of all time", I'm sure many people would be scratching their head wondering why Aretha, Diana, Patti and many others weren't considered.
Monday, September 12, 2005
Music takes me places....
As I have said before, I am a huge fan of music. I have an eclectic collection, from rap to classical and everything in between.
Today, I stopped by the library and picked up a few CDs. I picked up a 50's collection CD. I skimmed through the track list and decided to get it. I have to admit, I didn't look closely at the track list because I have ALWAYS loved 50's music, so it didn't really matter what songs were on the CD.
I was ESPECIALLY pleased when I popped the CD into my car stereo and heard "Come Go with Me" by the Dell-Vikings. (I had to look at the CD case to give you the artist because I was not familiar the group.) However, I am VERY familiar with the song. This song takes me back to the young age of 9, when I took dance lessons. I took ballet, jazz, and modern dance from an instructor in Oak Hill. We did "Come Go With Me" and "Wooly Booley" (spelling?) for two of our "pop/oldies" numbers in our recital. I don't recall the other numbers we did, but every time that I hear "Come Go With Me", it takes me back immediately. (I can still remember part of the routine...sad, I know!)
As I drove home listening to the song, I realized that I was smiling ear to ear...uncontrollably. It was a feeling that I doubt could have been dampered by any force. I was remembering fond memories of my childhood. How lucky I was....How lucky I still am!
So, as I continued to think good thoughts on the way home, I realized that in the scheme of things...in the events throughout our lives, it's the little things that matter. It's the wonderful songs that remind you of childhood play time and childhood dreams. It's the homemade ice cream on a summer day...or warm soup on a winter day. It's the friend who will pray with you and hold your hand during a tough time. It's the thoughfulness of a gift. (Not neccessarily the gift itself, but its meaning or reason.) It's the little things that matter.
As you know, I am not a mother (unless you count my little one, Wrigley), but as advice to parents (and advice that I will use myself when I become a parent)....it's the LITTLE THINGS.
It's the times that you teach your child to ride a bike....They keep falling down (or wrecking, in my case) and you try and try again. And then celebrate with them when they are able to ride on their own.
It's the fried bologna sandwiches and chocolate milk on a Saturday morning....A perfect breakfast for watching cartoons with dad.
You get the point. I hear so often to not sweat the small stuff....I do, however. To me, the "small stuff" IS the "big stuff". The small stuff is what we are made of. It's the stories of our lives - the memories - that we carry with us.
Maybe since I am a "detail-oriented" person, this is important to me. But I am sure that we all have a place in our heart for the little things.
It's nice to tap into those wonderful memories. Every time that I think about the small puzzle pieces that have shaped my life, I smile. So, if you think about the happy little things that you've had in your life, I guarantee that you'll have a grin from ear to ear, just as I do now.
May God bless you with the small things and may you praise him for those blessings.
Today, I stopped by the library and picked up a few CDs. I picked up a 50's collection CD. I skimmed through the track list and decided to get it. I have to admit, I didn't look closely at the track list because I have ALWAYS loved 50's music, so it didn't really matter what songs were on the CD.
I was ESPECIALLY pleased when I popped the CD into my car stereo and heard "Come Go with Me" by the Dell-Vikings. (I had to look at the CD case to give you the artist because I was not familiar the group.) However, I am VERY familiar with the song. This song takes me back to the young age of 9, when I took dance lessons. I took ballet, jazz, and modern dance from an instructor in Oak Hill. We did "Come Go With Me" and "Wooly Booley" (spelling?) for two of our "pop/oldies" numbers in our recital. I don't recall the other numbers we did, but every time that I hear "Come Go With Me", it takes me back immediately. (I can still remember part of the routine...sad, I know!)
As I drove home listening to the song, I realized that I was smiling ear to ear...uncontrollably. It was a feeling that I doubt could have been dampered by any force. I was remembering fond memories of my childhood. How lucky I was....How lucky I still am!
So, as I continued to think good thoughts on the way home, I realized that in the scheme of things...in the events throughout our lives, it's the little things that matter. It's the wonderful songs that remind you of childhood play time and childhood dreams. It's the homemade ice cream on a summer day...or warm soup on a winter day. It's the friend who will pray with you and hold your hand during a tough time. It's the thoughfulness of a gift. (Not neccessarily the gift itself, but its meaning or reason.) It's the little things that matter.
As you know, I am not a mother (unless you count my little one, Wrigley), but as advice to parents (and advice that I will use myself when I become a parent)....it's the LITTLE THINGS.
It's the times that you teach your child to ride a bike....They keep falling down (or wrecking, in my case) and you try and try again. And then celebrate with them when they are able to ride on their own.
It's the fried bologna sandwiches and chocolate milk on a Saturday morning....A perfect breakfast for watching cartoons with dad.
You get the point. I hear so often to not sweat the small stuff....I do, however. To me, the "small stuff" IS the "big stuff". The small stuff is what we are made of. It's the stories of our lives - the memories - that we carry with us.
Maybe since I am a "detail-oriented" person, this is important to me. But I am sure that we all have a place in our heart for the little things.
It's nice to tap into those wonderful memories. Every time that I think about the small puzzle pieces that have shaped my life, I smile. So, if you think about the happy little things that you've had in your life, I guarantee that you'll have a grin from ear to ear, just as I do now.
May God bless you with the small things and may you praise him for those blessings.
Monday, September 05, 2005
What a weekend!!!
Okay, so long story short...I had an INTERESTING weekend.
First, I went to a MLB game with my husband and the family of a woman that he works with. It was fun. Of course, since my husband is a HUGE Cubs fan, we watched the Cubs play the Pirates. There was a "interesting" part of the trip. We got lost in Pittsburgh. Actually, it was in between Greentree and Pittsburgh. First, we got a little lost when we were at Station Square (I think that is what it is called.), then we tried to find something to eat and drove around for over an hour. We ended up going back to the hotel, still hungry....We finally ended up eating at Taco Bell before midnight. We went to the game and had a blast (I'll post the pictures tomorrow.) It was my first MLB game and that's all it took to get me hooked. It's MUCH better in person than on TV.
Before the game started, Anthony's mom called us and said that there had been a contractor out cutting down a neighbor's tree since dawn that morning. Of course, our little one was barking all day at the contractors outside. Later in the day, we got another call from Anthony's mom. This time, the contractor wanted to talk to him. He got on the phone and told Anthony that they had torn down a brick flower pot/landscaping box near our parking spots. When we got home, we realized that they had demolished the brick construction, got saw dust all over our other car (the one that is BRAND NEW!), even though they asked Anthony's mom moved it 5 times upon their request. Our next door neighbor was out of town, but he left his truck here. They did more than just cover his truck with sawdust. His truck is scratched. I'm sure he won't be happy about that.
Anthony called the contractor on Saturday night when we got home. They came yesterday to clean up all the dirt and the bricks from their demolition. They are supposed to come this week to rebuild it for us.
Also, we found out on Saturday night from another neighbor that she tried to get the information from the contractor (so that we could contact them if any other problems arose), and it took five requests to get the information from the contractors. They didn't give her a business card, but just their name and phone #. No company name was on the work truck, nor was their any other form of ID, just the information that the man gave our neighbor.
I'm not too worried since they have already cleaned up our yard and will (hopefully) be back soon to rebuild it. However, I am a little upset b/c the contractors or neighbors failed to inform us about this before they had it done. Since it blocked our street for nearly 8 hours and no vehicles could get in or out, it posed a problem. My father-in-law is chronically ill and could need emergency medical attention at any given time. There is an elderly gentleman on our street as well.
Also, if my in-laws hadn't been here, heaven only knows what would have happened to our yard or our new car since we were out of town. The residents on our street could have moved our vehicles down the street (off the hill) if we would have known prior to the work being done. I feel that we should have been notified (by someone) before Saturday.
The lesson learned....I will notify my neighbors of any work that is being done at my home that would affect them in any way. I would expect my neighbors to do the same.
First, I went to a MLB game with my husband and the family of a woman that he works with. It was fun. Of course, since my husband is a HUGE Cubs fan, we watched the Cubs play the Pirates. There was a "interesting" part of the trip. We got lost in Pittsburgh. Actually, it was in between Greentree and Pittsburgh. First, we got a little lost when we were at Station Square (I think that is what it is called.), then we tried to find something to eat and drove around for over an hour. We ended up going back to the hotel, still hungry....We finally ended up eating at Taco Bell before midnight. We went to the game and had a blast (I'll post the pictures tomorrow.) It was my first MLB game and that's all it took to get me hooked. It's MUCH better in person than on TV.
Before the game started, Anthony's mom called us and said that there had been a contractor out cutting down a neighbor's tree since dawn that morning. Of course, our little one was barking all day at the contractors outside. Later in the day, we got another call from Anthony's mom. This time, the contractor wanted to talk to him. He got on the phone and told Anthony that they had torn down a brick flower pot/landscaping box near our parking spots. When we got home, we realized that they had demolished the brick construction, got saw dust all over our other car (the one that is BRAND NEW!), even though they asked Anthony's mom moved it 5 times upon their request. Our next door neighbor was out of town, but he left his truck here. They did more than just cover his truck with sawdust. His truck is scratched. I'm sure he won't be happy about that.
Anthony called the contractor on Saturday night when we got home. They came yesterday to clean up all the dirt and the bricks from their demolition. They are supposed to come this week to rebuild it for us.
Also, we found out on Saturday night from another neighbor that she tried to get the information from the contractor (so that we could contact them if any other problems arose), and it took five requests to get the information from the contractors. They didn't give her a business card, but just their name and phone #. No company name was on the work truck, nor was their any other form of ID, just the information that the man gave our neighbor.
I'm not too worried since they have already cleaned up our yard and will (hopefully) be back soon to rebuild it. However, I am a little upset b/c the contractors or neighbors failed to inform us about this before they had it done. Since it blocked our street for nearly 8 hours and no vehicles could get in or out, it posed a problem. My father-in-law is chronically ill and could need emergency medical attention at any given time. There is an elderly gentleman on our street as well.
Also, if my in-laws hadn't been here, heaven only knows what would have happened to our yard or our new car since we were out of town. The residents on our street could have moved our vehicles down the street (off the hill) if we would have known prior to the work being done. I feel that we should have been notified (by someone) before Saturday.
The lesson learned....I will notify my neighbors of any work that is being done at my home that would affect them in any way. I would expect my neighbors to do the same.
CNN was prepared...the FEDs were NOT!
As I (along with the rest of the world) continue to watch coverage of Hurricane Katrina, I have come to a concerning realization. The media (CNN, ABC, MSNBC, etc.) were more prepared than our government in this terrible disaster. It saddens me that our tv crews can get in, but food and supplies can not. There was no plan for security in case of a disaster like this. We have really let the people down. I commend the media for covering the events and bringing us the stories of the victims. Maybe we should look to them, since they were the only ones prepared, to help us prepare in case of another natural disaster.
The lack of preparation and security plans has caused the area to become lawless and dangerous for the victims as well as the relief workers.
I am not blaming one person...I am not blaming our President or any other Federal Official. I just think that the government (as a whole) failed the communities who were affected by this tragedy.
Some friends of mine always say, "Don't complain without having a suggested solution." So, I don't know much about disaster preparedness, but I will say this....The government and the citizens need to do what they can to help with the relief efforts now and help (do their best) to prepare for the future. There should be security plans in place to protect the relief workers and citizens.
I know that is not much of a solution or plan, but it's all I have. I just feel awful that we let our fellow Americans down.
A final thought regarding this tragedy....."I pray for the families affected by this tragedy and I pray (and hope) that it never happens to a family again."
The lack of preparation and security plans has caused the area to become lawless and dangerous for the victims as well as the relief workers.
I am not blaming one person...I am not blaming our President or any other Federal Official. I just think that the government (as a whole) failed the communities who were affected by this tragedy.
Some friends of mine always say, "Don't complain without having a suggested solution." So, I don't know much about disaster preparedness, but I will say this....The government and the citizens need to do what they can to help with the relief efforts now and help (do their best) to prepare for the future. There should be security plans in place to protect the relief workers and citizens.
I know that is not much of a solution or plan, but it's all I have. I just feel awful that we let our fellow Americans down.
A final thought regarding this tragedy....."I pray for the families affected by this tragedy and I pray (and hope) that it never happens to a family again."
Friday, August 26, 2005
She's leaving...
My friend, Michael, left the office today...for the last time. I told her "See you Monday" because I couldn't handle dealing with her not being in the office everyday.
We are going to keep in touch and have already made plans to get together over Labor Day weekend. I know that we will continue to be friends...I know that we will keep in touch.
I can't help but be sad even though the new job is an awesome opportunity for her. I wish her the best and I know that she will be successful, but I am going to miss her terribly.
I am normally a very emotional person and I am surprised that I made it through the day without crying. Maybe it is b/c I know that I will see her soon or it might be b/c reality has not set in yet.
She and I always talk on the phone every night, so I'm sure that tonight will not be any different. So, that helps.
As James Taylor's "You've Got a Friend" plays on my radio, I begin to realize that when I come into work on Monday, her office will be empty. No pictures on the wall, no laughing coming from down the hall, I'm just afraid work won't be fun at all.
I really like my other coworkers, it is just that Michael and I have a wonderful relationship...we were like sisters...we still are. She was always so honest to me...told me what I needed to hear rather than what I wanted to hear. She was my cheerleader, my coach, my friend, and my sister. She will still be all those things, but I won't have her in the office next door to me. I'll call her everyday...I'll see her often...I'll remember her forever.
I've been blessed to have so many wonderful friends in my life, and Michael is one of them. So, today, I celebrate all the people who have made me who I am. Today is a day that I have truly cherished friendship, as I need to do everyday.
The amazing poet, Maya Angelou, says....
Michael has given me a happy heart whenever she is around and I am thankful for her.
We kid about the name that her parents wanted to give her before she was born...."Sunshine Moonbeam". We have joked about that many times. Now, I understand why her parents considered it. She has always been a ray of sunshine and always brightens my day. (I know....mushy and stupid, right??? That's the cool thing about being among friends and acting stupid is that they still love you anyway. --- Michael and I are definitely friends....we've shared many dumb moments together.)
We are going to keep in touch and have already made plans to get together over Labor Day weekend. I know that we will continue to be friends...I know that we will keep in touch.
I can't help but be sad even though the new job is an awesome opportunity for her. I wish her the best and I know that she will be successful, but I am going to miss her terribly.
I am normally a very emotional person and I am surprised that I made it through the day without crying. Maybe it is b/c I know that I will see her soon or it might be b/c reality has not set in yet.
She and I always talk on the phone every night, so I'm sure that tonight will not be any different. So, that helps.
As James Taylor's "You've Got a Friend" plays on my radio, I begin to realize that when I come into work on Monday, her office will be empty. No pictures on the wall, no laughing coming from down the hall, I'm just afraid work won't be fun at all.
I really like my other coworkers, it is just that Michael and I have a wonderful relationship...we were like sisters...we still are. She was always so honest to me...told me what I needed to hear rather than what I wanted to hear. She was my cheerleader, my coach, my friend, and my sister. She will still be all those things, but I won't have her in the office next door to me. I'll call her everyday...I'll see her often...I'll remember her forever.
I've been blessed to have so many wonderful friends in my life, and Michael is one of them. So, today, I celebrate all the people who have made me who I am. Today is a day that I have truly cherished friendship, as I need to do everyday.
The amazing poet, Maya Angelou, says....
"The happy heart
runs with the river,
floats on the air,
lifts to the music,
soars with the eagle,
hopes with the prayer."
Another statement from Dr. Angelou continues to put my thoughts into words:"Your life is much more important
than you can imagine.
A little tenderness between people
A little tenderness between people
can make life more bearable,
and a lot of tenderness...
my goodness.
Life is a gift...
Life is a gift...
let us respond
with grace and courtesy."
Michael has given me a happy heart whenever she is around and I am thankful for her.
We kid about the name that her parents wanted to give her before she was born...."Sunshine Moonbeam". We have joked about that many times. Now, I understand why her parents considered it. She has always been a ray of sunshine and always brightens my day. (I know....mushy and stupid, right??? That's the cool thing about being among friends and acting stupid is that they still love you anyway. --- Michael and I are definitely friends....we've shared many dumb moments together.)
Monday, August 22, 2005
SPAM on my BLOG!!!
Okay, it's not enough that I receive a million emails every day telling me about medications "that will improve [or enhance] my sex life" or "consolidating my debt", but now, I have had a SPAM posting on my blog. That's a little ridiculous!!!!
I clicked on the name for the profile of the person who posted the message. There is no bio/profile, just the screen name.
Has anyone else had this problem???
Click here to view the comments on my last post where I received a "SPAM" post.
I guess it never takes long for the mass marketers to get their grimy hands on something.
----Even though I am a marketing professional, I still get really upset with SPAM and telemarketers. Sorry:(
I clicked on the name for the profile of the person who posted the message. There is no bio/profile, just the screen name.
Has anyone else had this problem???
Click here to view the comments on my last post where I received a "SPAM" post.
I guess it never takes long for the mass marketers to get their grimy hands on something.
----Even though I am a marketing professional, I still get really upset with SPAM and telemarketers. Sorry:(
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
Memories Escaping...
I decided to write a poem about my granddad. I wish I could help him.
Memories Escaping
Memories escape him
Just like a balloon.
They fly away
Right out of the room.
He can talk about the war
Just like it was yesterday.
But he can't remember
being there for my wedding day.
They had to sell his house
and pack up all his things
he had to move from the playground of his children
and leave the porch swing.
He has been battling for a while now
I am sure he misses her love and care
he could use her help now
if she could only be there
I don't know how long he'll fight
or if he'll go during the night
But I know that when he sees her
his fight will be through
and he can tell her
that we miss her too.
~Jennifer Renee Wood-Wagner
(It's not my Nana's writing. But I hope she's listening. I hope she knows how much we all miss her.)
Memories Escaping
Memories escape him
Just like a balloon.
They fly away
Right out of the room.
He can talk about the war
Just like it was yesterday.
But he can't remember
being there for my wedding day.
They had to sell his house
and pack up all his things
he had to move from the playground of his children
and leave the porch swing.
He has been battling for a while now
I am sure he misses her love and care
he could use her help now
if she could only be there
I don't know how long he'll fight
or if he'll go during the night
But I know that when he sees her
his fight will be through
and he can tell her
that we miss her too.
~Jennifer Renee Wood-Wagner
(It's not my Nana's writing. But I hope she's listening. I hope she knows how much we all miss her.)
A poem of young love...
Here is a poem about my Nana and Granddad.... I thought it was so sweet.
REMINISCING
She was sixteen, he was twenty--
A giddy girl and a quiet young man,
A chance meeting at a carnival in town--
That's the way it all began.
Reflection of a silvery moon
Shimmering on waters below,
A timid kiss in the still of the night
And two young hearts aglow.
A summer of Sunday drives,
Double dates in a '33 Ford,
A movie, a hot dog and a coke--
Luxuries he could afford.
But off to the war he must go,
The year was nineteen-forty-two.
Letters back and forth across the sea--
There was lots of growing up to do.
The war was over, he was safely home.
Her high school graduation was past.
Two weeks of getting reacquainted
And their wedding day at last.
~Gloria Hall Wood
As I was reading and posting this poem, I wondered what it was like back then. If she could be here to tell me more about that time in her life. Also, when I began reading this poem, I thought, "Times were so different back then." After reading the poem, I realized that many things are not. We are still sending soldiers overseas and their loved ones are here at home and wondering if/when they are coming home.
I pray for the safety of our soldiers anywhere and everywhere. I am so thankful that they are fighting for us...just as my grandfather did.
REMINISCING
She was sixteen, he was twenty--
A giddy girl and a quiet young man,
A chance meeting at a carnival in town--
That's the way it all began.
Reflection of a silvery moon
Shimmering on waters below,
A timid kiss in the still of the night
And two young hearts aglow.
A summer of Sunday drives,
Double dates in a '33 Ford,
A movie, a hot dog and a coke--
Luxuries he could afford.
But off to the war he must go,
The year was nineteen-forty-two.
Letters back and forth across the sea--
There was lots of growing up to do.
The war was over, he was safely home.
Her high school graduation was past.
Two weeks of getting reacquainted
And their wedding day at last.
~Gloria Hall Wood
As I was reading and posting this poem, I wondered what it was like back then. If she could be here to tell me more about that time in her life. Also, when I began reading this poem, I thought, "Times were so different back then." After reading the poem, I realized that many things are not. We are still sending soldiers overseas and their loved ones are here at home and wondering if/when they are coming home.
I pray for the safety of our soldiers anywhere and everywhere. I am so thankful that they are fighting for us...just as my grandfather did.
From My Porch Swing
I came across this poem in the book this evening. I don't know why I hadn't seen it before. I guess the title caught my eye.... I think she's been speaking to me all along...I just haven't been listening hard enough.
From My Porch Swing
Yellow buttercups glow
In morning sunshine.
Sweet-smelling honeysuckle and
Red rambling rose are entwined.
Birds sing praises
As they swoop in and out of
The old maple tree, gathering bounty
For the open mouths of their babes.
The earth is alive,
Freshly bathed by a summer rain.
It's June!
~Gloria Hall Wood
From My Porch Swing
Yellow buttercups glow
In morning sunshine.
Sweet-smelling honeysuckle and
Red rambling rose are entwined.
Birds sing praises
As they swoop in and out of
The old maple tree, gathering bounty
For the open mouths of their babes.
The earth is alive,
Freshly bathed by a summer rain.
It's June!
~Gloria Hall Wood
I was a calendar girl...once.
My grandmother wrote a poem about all of her grandchildren in her book entitled, "Storehouse of Memories". The poem that she wrote about me was called, "OUR CALENDAR GIRL". It tears me up every time I read it. Mostly because she isn't here....and there are other reasons that I will discuss in a later post. I miss her. I hope she knows that.
Before I start crying too hard, here's the poem....
A calendar was a Christmas gift
from Jennifer to me.
I opened the present and
a prettier gift I shall never see.
Blonde curls, blue eyes and dimples---
She's a real beauty.
A smile that melts my heart---
She's our calendar cutie.
She's a knock-out in a bikini.
She's a picture in a plaid shirt and blue jeans.
She's a dream in a straw hat and sundress,
And in a pamper, she steals the scene.
Each day of nineteen-eighty-two
I'll look up and see
Our pretty little calendar girl
Smiling at me.
With this poem, there are pictures of me from that calendar. As soon as I can scan the page, I'll post it. It's kinda cute.
(I don't know where she got the bikini line, though...I guess b/c it was so long ago. HA HA)
Before I start crying too hard, here's the poem....
A calendar was a Christmas gift
from Jennifer to me.
I opened the present and
a prettier gift I shall never see.
Blonde curls, blue eyes and dimples---
She's a real beauty.
A smile that melts my heart---
She's our calendar cutie.
She's a knock-out in a bikini.
She's a picture in a plaid shirt and blue jeans.
She's a dream in a straw hat and sundress,
And in a pamper, she steals the scene.
Each day of nineteen-eighty-two
I'll look up and see
Our pretty little calendar girl
Smiling at me.
With this poem, there are pictures of me from that calendar. As soon as I can scan the page, I'll post it. It's kinda cute.
(I don't know where she got the bikini line, though...I guess b/c it was so long ago. HA HA)
My other grandmother...
Okay, so I write frequently about my grandmother (maternal grandmother), but I haven't mentioned much about my paternal grandmother(yet). She was a published writer/poet and she always inspired me. Her work inspires me to continue to write and try to be as wonderful as she was. She was a writer from the heart. She was smart, even though she was very modest about her intelligence. I have a million questions for her...if only she was here with me again.
She was a wonderful wife, mother, grandmother, talented writer, and a woman with a strong spirit.
My memories with her was what inspired the name of my blog. "On the Porch Swing" - There were many wonderful moments spent on the large porch swing on my grandparents' porch. She would sing hymns and other songs to me. We would play games and just chat out on the RED porch. If I recall, the wood on the deck/porch needed treating and they painted it red. I don't really know why, but I remember thinking how pretty it was. I thought it was special. Not many people in our neighborhood had a red porch. All the kids played on the BIG RED PORCH.
In the summer, the grandkids and other members of the family would gather at Nana's and Granddad's for homegrown green beans and new potatoes, corn on the cob, and other special summer foods. Summer get togethers also included cold soda pop in the glass bottles. The pop was usually used to wash down the marshmallow pinwheel cookie that she gave us. We wouldn't tell that we had the cookie because none of us were supposed to have them. She let us have one so that she could sneak herself one. She was a diabetic and after she took her insulin shots, she would take the needles out of the syringe and rinse it out. Then, the cousins would use bowls of water and the clean (needleless) syringes as waterguns. As always, it escalated to the boys getting the water hose out and before we knew it, we were all drenched.
Then, at Thanksgiving and Christmas, we would gather at the small house full of love for a joyous holiday feast. There were so many cousins and I loved spending time there.
The fondest memory that I have, besides the porch chats, were the times that Nana would share her stories and poems with me. I spent a lot of time admiring her typewriter in her room. I loved her stories....
I remember going with her to meet with some of the writers in her writing club at a local restaurant. She ordered me a chocolate milkshake. I enjoyed it while enjoying "grown up" literary conversation. At the time, I thought I knew what they were talking about...okay, so I was pretending. I always pretended to be "grown up" when my parents/family members had company around.
My Nana wrote stories and poems about all of her grandchildren. (I will post those soon.)
I have three of her books. One is a collection of family stories and poems, one is a collection of stories and poems from the Writing Club, and there is another family-related book with pictures and history of the family members.
She was a wonderful wife, mother, grandmother, talented writer, and a woman with a strong spirit.
My memories with her was what inspired the name of my blog. "On the Porch Swing" - There were many wonderful moments spent on the large porch swing on my grandparents' porch. She would sing hymns and other songs to me. We would play games and just chat out on the RED porch. If I recall, the wood on the deck/porch needed treating and they painted it red. I don't really know why, but I remember thinking how pretty it was. I thought it was special. Not many people in our neighborhood had a red porch. All the kids played on the BIG RED PORCH.
In the summer, the grandkids and other members of the family would gather at Nana's and Granddad's for homegrown green beans and new potatoes, corn on the cob, and other special summer foods. Summer get togethers also included cold soda pop in the glass bottles. The pop was usually used to wash down the marshmallow pinwheel cookie that she gave us. We wouldn't tell that we had the cookie because none of us were supposed to have them. She let us have one so that she could sneak herself one. She was a diabetic and after she took her insulin shots, she would take the needles out of the syringe and rinse it out. Then, the cousins would use bowls of water and the clean (needleless) syringes as waterguns. As always, it escalated to the boys getting the water hose out and before we knew it, we were all drenched.
Then, at Thanksgiving and Christmas, we would gather at the small house full of love for a joyous holiday feast. There were so many cousins and I loved spending time there.
The fondest memory that I have, besides the porch chats, were the times that Nana would share her stories and poems with me. I spent a lot of time admiring her typewriter in her room. I loved her stories....
I remember going with her to meet with some of the writers in her writing club at a local restaurant. She ordered me a chocolate milkshake. I enjoyed it while enjoying "grown up" literary conversation. At the time, I thought I knew what they were talking about...okay, so I was pretending. I always pretended to be "grown up" when my parents/family members had company around.
My Nana wrote stories and poems about all of her grandchildren. (I will post those soon.)
I have three of her books. One is a collection of family stories and poems, one is a collection of stories and poems from the Writing Club, and there is another family-related book with pictures and history of the family members.
Over the next few posts, I will be writing more about my Nana and her wonderful stories and poems.
For now, I would like to show you two of her poems that she wrote in "My Family Album" that will give you a glimse into why she inspired me, even though I was so young when I knew her.
MY DESIRE
A Robert Frost or Browning
I'm sure I will never be.
The wit and charm of Irma Bombeck
was never meant for me.
I would like to be a writer,
Or a poet, with meaningful thought---
To write something that someone will enjoy,
Though it may not amount to a lot.
To write a story of interest
Or just a cute little rhyme;
To describe a scene of beauty
Or depict a day and a time.
Something with human interest
And a bit of history;
Maybe a little humor,
Or a touch of mystery.
Ability to put thoughts and feelings in writing
Is something I have hoped to acquire.
To paint a pretty picture with words
Has always been my desire.
~Gloria Hall Wood
JUST A THOUGHT
Sometimes we worry that we don't accomplish much
As we go along our way,
But sometimes the little kindesses we do
Or an encouraging word we might say
Might help some stumbling foot
As it trods from day to day.
To make someone's load a little lighter
Sometimes it isn't hard to do---
To make his day a little brighter
With a cheery word or two.
Just a cup of kindness given
Will be returned to you.
~Gloria Hall Wood
I truly hope that I make her proud. There are many things about my Nana that I want to share. I want to share what she did for me with you...in hopes that maybe she can still inspire others even when she is only with us in spirit.
Sunday, August 14, 2005
Keeping in touch....
(I started this Friday night, but didn't get a chance to finish it until today)
Okay, so we say that all the time...."We'll keep in touch!" "I'll call you often." "We'll get together frequently."
There are more phrases that we say when we are saying goodbye to someone. Do we keep in touch, though? Usually we don't.
There have been cases that I have kept in touch, and then there have been times when I haven't. Not because I haven't wanted to, just that I didn't make the time. I used to say that I was too busy and didn't have the time. Now, I know that I need to MAKE the time.
I have recently set a goal for myself to visit with my friends more frequently and to at least call them once a week and chat for a few minutes and to see how they are doing. My goal is keep up with my family, too. I feel awful for not doing a better job on this before, but I am dedicated to improve it.
So, there have been several events that have lead to setting this resolution... Obviously, since it's not quite New Year's yet, there has to be a reason, right?
Okay, so there are several reasons. I have had a close friend move away recently. She is still about the same distance from me, just in another direction. She has been busy this summer and so have I. However, we said months ago that we would try very hard to visit as often as we could. We have kept that promise this summer and we have been able to see each other fairly frequently, which is AWESOME. I see how great it's been to see her frequently and I want to keep it up. This is the woman that I have watched grow up and she has watched me grow up. She and I have been BEST friends since we were SEVEN years old! This has inspired me to keep this up and to apply it to all of my friendships!
Also, with the passing of a friend's family member, it reminded me how precious life is. (read more)
Okay, so here's the third reason....I have a close friend who I spend SO much time with and she is changing jobs. I am so proud of her and SO happy for her! It's an outstanding opportunity and one that she should not pass up. I know that she will excel at it and I will be cheering her on!
That doesn't help the fact that I am going to miss her like crazy! She is so good to me. I will be lost without her. Not only will I have to find another lunch buddy, but I will lose my cheerleader. She has always encouraged me. She always gives me constructive criticism on my work (or life for that matter) when it is needed and ALWAYS tells me "WELL DONE" when I have performed well. When she was on vacation a few months back, she called me from her vacation spot and we chatted. It was great since I was very lonely in the office then. I am afraid what it will be like when I realize that she's gone...and not coming back. So, I'll call her on the phone frequently and we will have a SHOPPING SATURDAY together at least once a month.
So, this was what made me dot the "i" and cross the "t" on the resolution. I have to keep in touch. My friends mean too much to me to not to.
I am only what I am to my friends and family. They are all I have. As you probably know, I tend to look externally for praise and guidance. I also enjoy being around people that I care about and who also reciprocate those feelings. So, it is important to keep in touch with those who touch my life.
I just want to thank all of my friends who are so good to me and are always there. I have had so many great memories and I will cherish those friendships forever.
Okay, so we say that all the time...."We'll keep in touch!" "I'll call you often." "We'll get together frequently."
There are more phrases that we say when we are saying goodbye to someone. Do we keep in touch, though? Usually we don't.
There have been cases that I have kept in touch, and then there have been times when I haven't. Not because I haven't wanted to, just that I didn't make the time. I used to say that I was too busy and didn't have the time. Now, I know that I need to MAKE the time.
I have recently set a goal for myself to visit with my friends more frequently and to at least call them once a week and chat for a few minutes and to see how they are doing. My goal is keep up with my family, too. I feel awful for not doing a better job on this before, but I am dedicated to improve it.
So, there have been several events that have lead to setting this resolution... Obviously, since it's not quite New Year's yet, there has to be a reason, right?
Okay, so there are several reasons. I have had a close friend move away recently. She is still about the same distance from me, just in another direction. She has been busy this summer and so have I. However, we said months ago that we would try very hard to visit as often as we could. We have kept that promise this summer and we have been able to see each other fairly frequently, which is AWESOME. I see how great it's been to see her frequently and I want to keep it up. This is the woman that I have watched grow up and she has watched me grow up. She and I have been BEST friends since we were SEVEN years old! This has inspired me to keep this up and to apply it to all of my friendships!
Also, with the passing of a friend's family member, it reminded me how precious life is. (read more)
Okay, so here's the third reason....I have a close friend who I spend SO much time with and she is changing jobs. I am so proud of her and SO happy for her! It's an outstanding opportunity and one that she should not pass up. I know that she will excel at it and I will be cheering her on!
That doesn't help the fact that I am going to miss her like crazy! She is so good to me. I will be lost without her. Not only will I have to find another lunch buddy, but I will lose my cheerleader. She has always encouraged me. She always gives me constructive criticism on my work (or life for that matter) when it is needed and ALWAYS tells me "WELL DONE" when I have performed well. When she was on vacation a few months back, she called me from her vacation spot and we chatted. It was great since I was very lonely in the office then. I am afraid what it will be like when I realize that she's gone...and not coming back. So, I'll call her on the phone frequently and we will have a SHOPPING SATURDAY together at least once a month.
So, this was what made me dot the "i" and cross the "t" on the resolution. I have to keep in touch. My friends mean too much to me to not to.
I am only what I am to my friends and family. They are all I have. As you probably know, I tend to look externally for praise and guidance. I also enjoy being around people that I care about and who also reciprocate those feelings. So, it is important to keep in touch with those who touch my life.
I just want to thank all of my friends who are so good to me and are always there. I have had so many great memories and I will cherish those friendships forever.
A WONDERFUL WEEKEND!
I have had a WONDERFUL weekend. I went to the mall with Anthony, bought him a new wedding band and a new watch. (His friend is a manager of a jewelry store, so we got a good deal!) Then, I went shopping with a friend and her mom. (I got two pair of awesome shoes --- and only paid $25 for both pair!)
Yesterday, I went to my mamaw's to visit with my family. I ate, laughed, and visited. Then, we got up this morning and did it all over again. We had hashbrown casserole and french toast for breakfast and then a big spread for dinner. Homemade rolls, meatloaf (my aunt's meatloaf is awesome), green beans, zucchini rice bake, ham, macaroni salad, mashed potatoes, chicken and stuffing casserole and a few other things that I can't remember. Then, for dessert, we had chocolate eclair cake (which is sinfully wonderful), chocolate covered cherry cake, and lime fluff. Of course, I had a little of everything. I definitely need to get back on track with eating right tomorrow. By the time that I left Mamaw's today, I needed bigger pants. :(
I was reminded this weekend that we are all getting older....and at a rapid pace. My uncle (who lives out of state) would ask in conversation about someone who lived in the area to see how they were. Many times, the response from my grandmother, or other family members, would be that they have passed away, are in a nursing home, or they are not doing well.
Another reminder is that my cousin, Thomas, is growing up so fast. He is in middle school and I can remember when he was born. He was born in 2003. I can remember when he came home from the hospital and had to be on a monitor when he slept. He also had to have a blood transfusion because of a bad case of Jondas. Now, he is a very tall, skinny, and handsome young man. He's always been so smart and continues to be. Before I know it, he will starting college, then getting married and having a family of his own. I guess the scary thing about this realization is that I am getting older and that I am not a kid anymore. I know that it strange, but sometimes I have to pinch myself to realize that this is my life....It's real....I am not playing "house" like I did when I was a kid. I enjoy being an adult and I am enjoying learning new things and growing up, but sometimes I don't really realize it. Then, other times, it hits me a like a ton of bricks.
Also, this also means that my Mamaw and other close family members and friends are getting older too. I won't have those instrumental people in my life forever...I need to take advantage of their friendship, love, and wisdom while I can. So, I will continue visiting with my family and posting the lessons that I learn and the stories that are told.
I hope that you have enjoyed my posts about my family and I hope that you will enjoy the ones I will post in the future.
I hope you had a great weekend, too. :)
Yesterday, I went to my mamaw's to visit with my family. I ate, laughed, and visited. Then, we got up this morning and did it all over again. We had hashbrown casserole and french toast for breakfast and then a big spread for dinner. Homemade rolls, meatloaf (my aunt's meatloaf is awesome), green beans, zucchini rice bake, ham, macaroni salad, mashed potatoes, chicken and stuffing casserole and a few other things that I can't remember. Then, for dessert, we had chocolate eclair cake (which is sinfully wonderful), chocolate covered cherry cake, and lime fluff. Of course, I had a little of everything. I definitely need to get back on track with eating right tomorrow. By the time that I left Mamaw's today, I needed bigger pants. :(
I was reminded this weekend that we are all getting older....and at a rapid pace. My uncle (who lives out of state) would ask in conversation about someone who lived in the area to see how they were. Many times, the response from my grandmother, or other family members, would be that they have passed away, are in a nursing home, or they are not doing well.
Another reminder is that my cousin, Thomas, is growing up so fast. He is in middle school and I can remember when he was born. He was born in 2003. I can remember when he came home from the hospital and had to be on a monitor when he slept. He also had to have a blood transfusion because of a bad case of Jondas. Now, he is a very tall, skinny, and handsome young man. He's always been so smart and continues to be. Before I know it, he will starting college, then getting married and having a family of his own. I guess the scary thing about this realization is that I am getting older and that I am not a kid anymore. I know that it strange, but sometimes I have to pinch myself to realize that this is my life....It's real....I am not playing "house" like I did when I was a kid. I enjoy being an adult and I am enjoying learning new things and growing up, but sometimes I don't really realize it. Then, other times, it hits me a like a ton of bricks.
Also, this also means that my Mamaw and other close family members and friends are getting older too. I won't have those instrumental people in my life forever...I need to take advantage of their friendship, love, and wisdom while I can. So, I will continue visiting with my family and posting the lessons that I learn and the stories that are told.
I hope that you have enjoyed my posts about my family and I hope that you will enjoy the ones I will post in the future.
I hope you had a great weekend, too. :)
Friday, August 12, 2005
When can we get the REAL Whitney back?
Okay, so to give you a little background on why this is a topic, I was listening to the radio this evening and heard an old Whitney Houston song. Then, as I was flipping through the stations on the TV tonight, I stopped when I heard Whitney's voice on one of the all music stations. It's just so sad that she is not known as the wonderful and soulful singer that she once was. Her rendition of "I will always love you" has always been one of my favorite songs...especially one to (attempt) to belt out. Now, we know Whitney as a "has-been", "crack head", or just "Bad Boy Bobby's Crazy Wife". There are few, if any, artists in the mainstream now that have the talent that Whitney had. It's just so sad. She went from a gospel music singer to pop star to a washed up crazy woman. I wonder if she had the chance to go back and change it all, would she?
I miss hearing the wonderful voice of Miss Whitney...now the only time I hear her voice is when I flip through the channels and come across Bobby's reality show. She will sing a line or two occasionally, but I have to admit, it's not pretty. So, here's a crude statment....be prepared...I don't normally say things like this, but "Whitney should have laid off the pipe to save her pipes. Now, she's washed up along with her hubby with no hope of recovering her talent. I guess the 'reality show' will pay the bills for a while, but I just miss hearing her beautiful voice.
Maybe she'll make a comeback. What's the odds? Maybe she'll take Vanilla Ice's place on Hit Me Baby One More Time next season. Who knows????
I miss hearing the wonderful voice of Miss Whitney...now the only time I hear her voice is when I flip through the channels and come across Bobby's reality show. She will sing a line or two occasionally, but I have to admit, it's not pretty. So, here's a crude statment....be prepared...I don't normally say things like this, but "Whitney should have laid off the pipe to save her pipes. Now, she's washed up along with her hubby with no hope of recovering her talent. I guess the 'reality show' will pay the bills for a while, but I just miss hearing her beautiful voice.
Maybe she'll make a comeback. What's the odds? Maybe she'll take Vanilla Ice's place on Hit Me Baby One More Time next season. Who knows????
Another Visit to Grandma's!!!
First of all, I want to apologize for not posting for so long! I have been running around like a crazy woman lately! (This is my first post this evening, I plan on posting about a few other things on my mind.)
Secondly, I want to say that I am very excited about this weekend. My family is getting together at my Mamaw's. My uncle and my aunt will be in from Pennsylvania. The whole gang will be together....eating and laughing. Those are the things that we do best!!!!
So, I hope to have some stories from this visit to post next week. I am going to take a recorder so that I catch all of the story!
So, I hope that you all have a wonderful weekend!
Jen :)
Secondly, I want to say that I am very excited about this weekend. My family is getting together at my Mamaw's. My uncle and my aunt will be in from Pennsylvania. The whole gang will be together....eating and laughing. Those are the things that we do best!!!!
So, I hope to have some stories from this visit to post next week. I am going to take a recorder so that I catch all of the story!
So, I hope that you all have a wonderful weekend!
Jen :)
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