tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91398778160898687362024-03-14T06:19:41.232-07:00So, I Begin this Journey.......So, I Begin this Journey......http://www.blogger.com/profile/06268801003476394608noreply@blogger.comBlogger159125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9139877816089868736.post-3275120373397022052013-02-17T13:08:00.001-08:002013-02-17T13:14:48.169-08:00Bits&Pieces from my bed*What better time then today to post from my journal. <br />
While I've been in bed all weekend fighting what seems to be a<i><b> war</b></i> inside my chest~ I at least have the quietness of my bedroom. This morning as my family attends church- I find my adoring cat September right by my side. No matter which way I shift for comfort- she makes sure to shift her soft warm body- purrs echo like a freight train. I wonder..... does she know I am sick? Is it her loving affectionate nature to stay by my side.... <i> no</i>. She just wants to stay warm like any other day....except I'm in her spot! <span style="font-size: xx-small;"> the thought sounded sweet though didn't it.</span><br />
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It's been since <u><b>October 2012</b></u>~ I haven't felt the "umph" of writing. I haven't written anything in my personal journal for some time now....... it feels like forever. <br />
I've found myself dancing <span style="font-size: xx-small;">poorly</span> and as I claim to be <i>above average dancer</i>- my coordination or steps have been thrown off. I've danced around my faith. Not loosing it....or questioning it.... but needing once again direction. The church we have been attending for the past 18<span style="font-size: xx-small;"> give or take</span> months was/has been/continues to go through changes. New staff, a new lead Pastor- which equaled less direction for me. Football Superstar was not saying much .... but he could sense I was fidgeting in my seat at church like an elementary school student. Yes, yes, yes, I know that it should NOT be ME expecting only the church to give ME what knowledge <b>I</b> needed....it's also<b> my</b> RESPONSIBILITY to READ the<i><b> B-I-B-L-E</b></i>! So I read, and read some more....read to Apple Cheeks each night......and she would point out to me what she learned in Chapel each week at school.<br />
Yet, why haven't I been feeling as if I am maturing in His- Word?<br />
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Jump back a few months. <br />
Life was skipping along. Football Superstar continued to see his team of doctors (past post) regarding his chronic migraines/ice pick in the head feeling. We, (I) began to read more about CTE...brain trauma.....injuries you name it. <span style="font-size: xx-small;">Any pro athlete who was experiencing brain disord<span style="font-size: xx-small;">er- I </span>googled! </span> The kids were doing fine. Routines were going about as always. Football Superstar even with all his pain- never once got angry- he continues to work- pray- and most of all<u> thanks</u> God. And you know, I found myself feeling at ease. Knowing my past would have been to blame God, and walk around with an Italian chip on my shoulders claiming that we will all be just fine. <span style="font-size: xx-small;"> One way or another.</span><br />
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Now jump ahead.<br />
My dear friend and co-worker Marshal invited us to attend a church he began visiting - not too far from where we live. We did just that. The Sunday before New Years Eve. My husband and I enjoyed the service. Pastor G was great. The atmosphere inviting. We agree to return for another service. As we head back to the Sunday school classrooms- there is Apple Cheeks smiling from ear to ear. Without any prompting she announces: <i> "Mamma.... I always want to come to this church....it's just like a real school!" </i> There- you have it- out of the mouth of babes.<br />
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We have been attending there since. Football Superstar and I have been taking a course "<b>The Truth Project</b>". We are currently planning a mission trip to Philadelphia with the instate mission groups who reach out to drug users and prostitutes. <span style="font-size: xx-small;"> Where have I found myself working with this population before? </span><br />
I say to my husband..... now I feel myself dancing again. And I'm in step. After a few really bad tangos of trying to help people who truly didn't want my help- or be there for the friend in need- who would rather take the <i>"I'll never have what you have"</i> approach, I began to sink in what felt like quick sand. My energy level dropped right before Christmas. <br />
"I can't do this anymore!!!" I announced to Football Superstar. <br />
He pulls me close and says to me "What have I've been trying to say to you?" "Real love is sometimes walking away from someone- and allowing them to<i> return</i>".<br />
If anyone knows me- that's hard. <br />
But my dancing shoes were pulled back on- Riverdance this time!<br />
I feel so much has blossomed in my heart. I watch my youngest daughter's faith grow like sunflowers in a field. I follow my husbands lead and listen to his passion and commitment in our Heavenly Father. Football Superstar is my anchor. I don't know what I would do without him.<br />
Well, he says I <i>would</i> know what to do...... and yes, I<i> probably would.</i>..... but it's so amazing and attractive to watch ones husband be such a leader. <span style="font-size: xx-small;"> I still keep a stash of chocolate in my secret place~ I didn't say we were living in Stepford!</span><br />
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Between my hacking up a lung and typing~ I stop to take in the view from my bedroom window.<br />
There is nothing on the trees, bright white clouds flutter along from the high winds -I can almost see Maryland. <br />
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I feel so content and very blessed. <br />
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I want to thank my new friend <b><i>"Catholic Mary"</i></b>. She was visiting the high school where I work- and one day I hope to have permission to post about her mission. Finally we are able to meet over tea. As a matter of fact it was this Friday- yes, before I blew out a lung.<br />
We are two ladies- both as we Catholics put it <i>"born and raised</i>" Catholic. <br />
We instantly connected. I feel like a little girl who has a new friend in the neighborhood!<br />
God has given me so many avenues....... connected me to so many wonderful new beginnings.<br />
He has opened the door many times- now I must continue to dance without hesitation.<br />
I don't have a "bucket list". I have a basket. No list is in this basket. Only maps- which I will pray that these maps can lead me to where I am needed. <br />
Thank you "Catholic Mary". <i><b> You have inspired me - and I hope to have a new dance partner.</b></i><br />
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Peace&Love<br />
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PS....I apologize for any type-os! As I was about to hit "post" my very loving and adoring- concerned about me dog Sam jumped up on the bed. His rather large paw hit delete!<br />
I'm not about to try again.......... <br />
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<br />So, I Begin this Journey......http://www.blogger.com/profile/06268801003476394608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9139877816089868736.post-59926294102774515862012-10-21T16:53:00.000-07:002012-10-21T16:53:13.412-07:00The First Birthday*<i>October 13th~ this was my Mother's birthday. The first year without her. </i><br />
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I woke up that Saturday morning with a pretty busy "to do" list.<br />
Things that I managed to put off the weekend before now were priorities for this day.<br />
<i>I thought about her. </i> <br />
I wondered why I wasn't sad, or crying because I can no longer physically touch her.<br />
I can no longer take a morning drive up north and give her a pretty little birthday card<br />
covered with flowers (daisies) on the front~ stating "Happy Birthday to a Wonderful Mother".<br />
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The years before when I would make that birthday visit - right before she began to fade<br />
in the depths of dementia, I would watch her frail hands open the envelope (most likely pink or ivory) that contained her card. She would slowly look at the front- her lips would move as she barely whisper the words. She would smile at me~ then hand me the card to place on her nightstand.<br />
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I thought about this Saturday morning as I poured my coffee. <br />
I didn't cry. I didn't feel sadness as I thought I would have. <br />
Was I wrong not to?<br />
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I spoke later with Football Superstar- and I feel as if the two years before my mother passed away-<br />
I already knew that my mourning period began. I knew the birthdays were no longer the important part of my visits. Just sitting by her chair side, or sitting across her bed as she slept was important.<br />
Holding her hand. Listening to her breath. Just quietness.<br />
But still a visit no less.<br />
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God gave us the gift of love~ and with that comes remembrance. Memories sketched in our minds to never forget the cherished moments we have with our loved ones.<br />
And perhaps this is why I did not cry on October 13th. I felt loved. I felt her love. Always will.<br />
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<i>I love you ~ now close your little peepers </i>will always be sketched in my mind.<br />
<i>I love you too mommy*</i><br />
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Peace&Love<br />
Lis So, I Begin this Journey......http://www.blogger.com/profile/06268801003476394608noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9139877816089868736.post-15280619387947331442012-09-30T13:45:00.001-07:002012-09-30T13:49:47.727-07:00Take time to........<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Time is precious. I could say....for me..... that lately my time is rare. But yet, I find time to do things that I admit....... are not always those things on my priority list. <br />
I find time to call my family back home...... and I find time to jump on my laptop to do just what should be done <i><b>last</b></i>. My family has the first<b> time slot</b>. My friends don't always get so lucky for the second time slot because by the time -<b><i> my time</i></b> comes for me to do what I want to do- or need to do........ <i><b> my time</b></i> is short. Or is it that I'm short on time. And, ahum...... my time for dedication. <span style="font-size: x-small;"> ouch.</span><br />
Today, as I sit here typing because I had the time to do so.....or I<i> made the time to do so</i>....... I look around my home at my family and feel this is the time of my life when things seem so in place. Even with illnesses and injuries. He <strike> has is</strike> continues to guide me.<br />
I wonder at this time in my life what comes next. What is next in His plan for me.....us.<br />
And only at<i> His time</i> will this happen. <br />
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Tomorrow is October 1st. I try to think where did the time go in September?!!<br />
So because this time seems to be going so quickly for me.......for all of us...... I want to find more time to do what is needed to do. And my list of <u><b>Taking Time For</b></u><b>: </b> grows each moment.<br />
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I want to make time for <b>others</b>. I want to give more of my time to those who have nothing- when I should be so fortunate for what our Father has given- me. Making time to thank him is priority!<br />
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You know that old saying; <i> "take time to smell the roses".</i>...... I would have to say for me.....it's<br />
<i>"take time and give time".</i><br />
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<i><b>What time do you have?</b></i><br />
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Love&Peace<br />
LisSo, I Begin this Journey......http://www.blogger.com/profile/06268801003476394608noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9139877816089868736.post-56179621064153346012012-09-08T14:40:00.001-07:002012-09-08T14:40:26.539-07:00Summers Close<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: small;">As much as I wanted summer to begin.....and stay for a very long time.......I am now inviting autumn.</span><br />
I should be thankful for having the summers off~ to enjoy the hot summer days swimming, biking with Apple Cheeks and spending time with friends.<br />
This summer I found myself falling by the wayside in my daily prayers. <br />
My time for talking with Jesus was not a focus. I find myself from time to time having to discipline <i>(me)</i> once again. <br />
When I sit here and write <i>(now type)</i> thinking of what I <i>(my family)</i> did throughout summer- not sure <u>I </u>should admit that <u>I</u> did not take time for devotion. And if and when <u>I</u> did..... it was quick. <br />
I certainly took time to ask Him questions...... or ask the "<i><b>whys</b></i>" and <i><b>"why not"</b></i> that is for certain!<br />
I picture Jesus sitting across from me shaking his head...... <i>as I do at myself.</i><br />
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<i>Why was Football Superstar going through so much pain?</i> Instead, I should have been thanking for what we did have....and what options were given to Football Superstar. <br />
Why are doctors so incredibly short for time? Why are they not giving us, my husband, me, him, us, <i>me, me, me, me, me, me</i>......... their precious time?<br />
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<u>I</u> had questions. Am<u> I</u> no different from any other patient? Oh, you are correct....<u> I am not</u> the one suffering from chronic pain. Sorry, didn't want to confuse you- my husband<strike> was</strike> is the patient.<br />
My thoughts went something like this:<br />
<b><i>"Dear Doctor Littletime,</i></b><br />
<b><i>I would like very much for you to listen to me. I would like for you to not worry about your golf outing..... nor should you be looking at your Rolodex, lunch can be warmed up in the microwave. I don't truly care if you don't care to hear about my issues, oh, yeah, sorry.... my husbands health issues. Funny, did I say my issues?</i></b><br />
<b><i>Now that I have your attention............................."</i></b><br />
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This<strike> suffering</strike> heartache went on for a number of months. Then, when we thought this chronic pain would be a life long attachment for<strike> me</strike> my husband- Dr. R. came into our lives.<br />
Dr. R. sat for 57 long minutes with my husband - and me. He talked in length of my husbands medical history......his football injuries.....his visits with a neurologist.....headache/back/neck pain......our lifestyle......stress...<i>..(why do I feel a little guilty on that one)</i> and to top it off....<u>.us.</u><br />
After a series of test, and semi results.....Football Superstars pain has improved. <br />
It's amazing what can happen when you have the right listener. <span style="font-size: x-small;"> oh, doctor.</span><br />
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Now, as<u> I</u> was saying...... as for my<strike> suffering</strike> heartache....... my selfishness of wanting<i> my life</i> with <i>my husband</i> to be as it was one year ago....... I had to just STOP..... stop making <i>my</i> chronic complaints to Him about poor ol'<u> me.</u><br />
Because of all the other summers I had with my husband to enjoy taking trips, or just sitting by the pool, taking in a dinner <span style="font-size: x-small;">for just the two of us</span>, watching a late night movie together......this is the only summer in our married life that was thrown off by a detour. We had each other. <br />
I wasn't the one who<i> may have </i>had the MRI come back with a red mark indicating what the rest of my life will be. <br />
So because I allowed this pain to attack me...... I stopped talking to the most important person I should have been going to all along. Not "Dr. Littletime"..... and probably not Dr. R.<br />
Our Savior. <br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Why is it I hear the song "How do you solve a problem like Maria"........ </span><br />
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Peace&Love,<br />
Lis<br />
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<br />So, I Begin this Journey......http://www.blogger.com/profile/06268801003476394608noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9139877816089868736.post-11253502273870525522012-08-20T18:22:00.002-07:002012-08-20T18:22:41.472-07:00A Dog and his ManHe strolls down the sidewalk.......tail flagging as he greets joggers and an occasional speed-walker just barely glancing down at this majestic senior dog. He doesn't seem to care if you are looking at him directly or not.<br />
No eye contact or eye contact. If you don't love him, <b>he still loves you</b>. Just dare to try and walk past and not glance- just dare to not notice his gleaming reddish-golden coat. Chest out....head up high with a wide open smile on his doggy face.<br />
Yes, that's the dog.<i> He's the DOG. </i><br />
What's he thinking as he walks down the sidewalk- the same sidewalk he's been walking down for the past 2 years since he has lived here in this new town with his human family. For the human, it's the same trees, the same cars, the same houses, the same road signs, the same familiar sidewalk. Of course for the human, it's a good walk. Relaxing (for the most part when the DOG is not stopping for "doo-ty call") while taking in the fresh early morning summer air. But for the DOG<i>, what's he thinking? </i> Does he look up at the air bus coming in low for Dulles airport? Does he think <i>"wow...we should dodge the big plane...or hope the pilot</i> <i>knows what he's doin' </i>"! <span style="font-size: x-small;"> like the human with him does.</span><br />
Does the DOG look at the crystal blue sky along with all the feathered and say <i>"wow...look what GOD created". </i> What is this dog thinking? His character never changes. He has the same reaction every morning. As if he has never gone for a walk before..... as if the scenery is new......as if it was the best walk ever..... as if the world could end tomorrow and this walk-right here today is the best-darn-walk-this -dog has been on in 9 years! <span style="font-size: x-small;"> or EVER been on in 9 years!</span><br />
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This same DOG has a couple humans he lives with. But he <i>"owns"</i> a<b> Man</b>. This man works long hours...and at times does not have the energy to go for walks or be the attentive doggy-dad he wishes to be.<br />
This Dog's human has been under the weather. As his human goes through a series of test for pain, and chronic headaches.....the dog knows. He knows that his human - the one he waits for at the door each evening to come in and greet is thrown off somewhat. Not the usual character for this human who just happens to be owned by the dog.<br />
During a long 3 month ordeal of testing and doctor visits, the human comes home to sit on the couch..... just waiting for the pain to subside. <br />
And the Dog..... he walks over to his human and stares in his eyes. He takes his strong broad head ever so gently and nudges the human as if to say <i>"I'm here</i>". While the human has his hand on the broad golden head.....there is a sigh, and a smile.... (I swear it was from both) and still the dog does not take his eyes off the human he owns. Now, what is this dog thinking? There are no trees or birds to distract this dog..... there are no joggers or walkers passing by......or other dogs to play with.....or to show off for. <br />
It's just a quiet room with his human. As the rest of the household prepares for bed, the dog waits for his human to make the move. His human gets up.......makes the gesture it's time for bed. The dog waits as his human takes his medication......brushes his teeth.......and slides into bed before the dog goes to check out the rest of the household. Everyone is tucked in. The cat <span style="font-size: x-small;">(oh, yeah...that darn cat he thinks</span>) is finally content with her night time snack. <br />
The dog walks back into the bedroom and once again- with his strong broad head gently nudges his human as if to say <i>"good-night".</i> <br />
And of course, the other human he owns takes him back out for his night time "doo-ty call". Back in the house..... back in the bedroom.....back to check on his human.....and then lights out. As our Samuel retreats to his favorite corner of the bedroom- I see that smile. Oh, that golden smile. <br />
Good-night, he seems to say. <br />
But what are you thinking my dear dog? I guess it doesn't really matter..... all is good in his mind.<br />
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Peace&Love.....it's good to be back posting!<br />
<i>Lis </i>So, I Begin this Journey......http://www.blogger.com/profile/06268801003476394608noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9139877816089868736.post-87512062837782263242012-07-12T05:13:00.001-07:002012-07-12T05:13:32.633-07:00Still here...and there....and....Hello!<br />
Wow, it feels like forever since I have posted anything...actually it has been forever!<br />
I am still here....going there.....feeling as if I'm spread about everywhere. <br />
Finding very little time to sit behind a computer and type- finding little time to journal.<br />
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I miss blogging. I miss being able to catch up with you and read latest postings.<br />
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For now...know that I am still here. And I hope you don't go away either! : )<br />
Hoping you are all having a wonderful summer...... until I find more time.<br />
xoxox<br />
Peace & Love,<br />
LisSo, I Begin this Journey......http://www.blogger.com/profile/06268801003476394608noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9139877816089868736.post-66079354486830577692012-05-13T15:16:00.002-07:002012-05-13T15:30:08.461-07:00Mother's Day<i><b>A Mother's Love</b></i><br />
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<i>Whether she's here or in heaven,</i><br />
<i> Mother's love is our haven and guide,</i><br />
<i>For always the memory of Mother</i><br />
<i>is a beacon light shining inside.</i><br />
<i>Time cannot destroy the memory,</i><br />
<i>and years can never erase</i><br />
<i>The tenderness and beauty</i><br />
<i>of the love in a mother's face.</i><br />
<i>And when we think of our mothers,</i><br />
<i>we draw nearer to God above,</i><br />
<i>For only God in His greatness</i><br />
<i>could fashion a mother's love.</i><br />
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<b> Helen Steiner Rice</b><br />
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I woke up early this morning. There was a cool breeze- fresh spring air.<br />
Hazelnut coffee in my favorite white bone china mug.<br />
As I sat on my balcony enjoying my coffee<span style="font-size: xx-small;"> (6:30 am)</span> the kids are sleeping- Football Superstar is with me and Sam on the balcony. Quietness surrounds us. Football Superstar already knows what the plans are for the day. This was it. I didn't want to get out of my favorite comfy PJ's for all the chocolate in the world.<br />
I sat with my feet up for at least an hour. Then it was more coffee- something to snack on- and back to the world of a blue sky and birds singing in delight as they moved from tree to tree.<br />
Sam - our golden retriever- is in position- nose pinned through the rails of our balcony- waiting anxiously for one of the <i>"Rambo Squirrels</i>" to pass by.<br />
Right before Football Superstar returned from a refill on his coffee-<b><i> I had that moment.</i></b><br />
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<i>I felt the loss of my mother once again. </i><br />
The past three years were hard watching her health decline- and celebrations were not easy for any of my family members- we all wanted her to physically and mentally be able to share in the joy of well....what we were enjoying. Why not? My mother the matriarch of our family.<br />
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I can't speak for my siblings....but my selfishness wanted my mother so badly to witness all the wonders and joy that was taking place. Birthdays, holidays, picnics and Bocce ball tournaments in their backyard.<br />
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Last year for Mother's Day- I went alone for my visit. I arrived at the nursing home before my sister and father. I had twenty minutes to sit and hold her hand. <br />
After one of my visits prior to this day- I had a total break down right by her side. She refused to eat...so her youngest and emotionally fragile began to hysterically cry and beg her to eat. My mother turned to me holding my hand quietly and lovingly tells me not to cry. She tries to wipe my tears with one of her crinkled tissues. The only eye contact I had with her at that moment. We may have sat there for only five seconds- but if felt like forever that she looked deeply into my blue eyes with her green eyes.<br />
This year- I do not have her green eyes to look into. <br />
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<i><br /></i><i>Today I miss her. Terribly. I become selfish again. I want my mother here with me.</i><br />
<i>I want to tell her how much I love her. I need her to give me suggestions for raising a teenage daughter.</i><br />
<i>I want her to see the life I live today. </i><br />
<i>I want her to see my marriage- my happiness and my peace.</i><br />
<i>I want to hear her laugh. I want to hear her voice.</i><br />
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As the door opens - Football Superstar walks out to join me for more coffee and quietness.<br />
He asked if I was doing "okay". He knew. How did he know? <span style="font-size: xx-small;"> Geez, this man is tuned in!</span><br />
I smiled letting him know I was <i>"okay".</i> <br />
As I looked down at Sam, I then glanced over by the pretty pink and white Impatience that my children bought for me..... Apple Cheeks and I planted them yesterday. And next to my big shaggy dogs left paw was my mother's large ginger jar that held pretty pink Impatience. <br />
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Happy Mother's Day.<br />
With Love & Peace<br />
<br />So, I Begin this Journey......http://www.blogger.com/profile/06268801003476394608noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9139877816089868736.post-19190172183789209472012-05-06T14:58:00.000-07:002012-05-06T14:58:25.086-07:00A CEO to Rebuild her Village<b><i>Mommy. MOMMMMMY! Mom.</i></b><br />
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I hear this <i>title</i>, this name so often that even at PetCo I turn around. Like a momma bird, we know the sound of our children's voices- their tones- the pitch of their whines. But when I hear "mommy" or "mom' I can't help but turn around no matter where I am.<br />
It's built in to my internal being. I didn't always want to be a mom/mommy/mother early in my life. Remember, I had the world to see- even if it was from NYC's highest rooftop or by subway. My friends who had children early in their marriages, I almost felt pity for. <span style="font-size: xx-small;"> I have no idea why I felt pity, maybe "Pity" was </span><span style="font-size: xx-small;">my armor NOT to marry-get prego-and wear stretchy pants. </span> They were wonderful mothers. They were patient and loving. Passionate about the full time<b> CEO- Mother.</b><br />
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It wasn't until much later in my life that becoming one of the CEO's made an impact. <br />
I knew you needed a father- and that wasn't happening anytime during my mid 20's .... let's just say by the time I climbed the age ladder to 30- that would be a perfect time to begin my transformation to<i> Social Treasure </i>to <i>CEO.</i> And you need to have a Father. <span style="font-size: xx-small;"> yes, that's important.</span><br />
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I love babies. They smelled so fresh, of course baby powder helps- as if you could shake their crinkles and wrinkles out- you would smell linen. <span style="font-size: xx-small;">White frilly linen</span>. <br />
I enjoy working with young children. They are honest, innocent and entertaining.<br />
<i>Adorable. Lovable. Precious.</i><br />
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Jumping ahead.<br />
I'm now a<b> CEO</b>. Been one for quite a few years. <span style="font-size: xx-small;">Almost 16+ years. </span><br />
Those memories of my<b> Social Treasure</b> position come back from time to time.....<i> I smile remembering the days where I had something called "<b>Time</b>". You know what that is- where you place yourself on your very own calendar- your own alarm clock- your own pretty white crystal quartz wrist watch. Lunch with a gal pal. Hair appointments. And don't forget sleeping in from time to time. <span style="font-size: xx-small;"> ah...yes</span>. </i><br />
Then a noise comes from a distance- snapping me out of my cloudiness.<br />
<i><b>MOM. MOMMY. MOMMMMMMMY!</b></i><br />
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Football Superstar and I enjoy the life of<b> CEO</b>. We share this position for the most part.<br />
We are partners in this firm. We have board meetings. <span style="font-size: xx-small;"> minus the power point presentations, however I would vote for one once in a while!</span><br />
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Parenting doesn't come with directions or instructions. There is a<i> manual</i> however and that comes either in King James or NIV here in our home. But I will say- there are those moments when that manual throws a curve ball at me of Truth. Hit's me dead center and I don't have my catchers mitt on.<br />
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I found a book my mother had in her room- <u><i>"It Takes A Village</i></u>". Hillary Rodham Clinton.<br />
I'm about half way- and there are pages where I feel my own mother wrote the words I read. <br />
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If anything- it does take a<i> Village</i> to help raise our children. And in that village live family members, friends and teachers. Cousins. Playmates. Pastors or Priest. <br />
I miss the days of values from my neighborhood. Where everyone knew your name. When they looked after you- even if it was only because you were walking from one street light to another.<br />
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Football Superstar and I are planning on rebuilding our village.<br />
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I ask you...... who lives in your village.... and are they willing to stand by your children?<br />
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From one CEO to another-<br />
Peace&Love <br />
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<br />So, I Begin this Journey......http://www.blogger.com/profile/06268801003476394608noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9139877816089868736.post-8466107502193019692012-04-21T15:39:00.001-07:002012-04-21T15:39:57.053-07:00Lions,Tigers, Bears and F-Bombs...oh my!!Football Superstar and I were chatting this morning over coffee.... topic-<b><i> Respect.</i></b><br />
Mmm....where does one find this? Are you able to purchase it online? Does it come wrapped in brown paper and string? Does it come with a guarantee-return it back for full refund?<br />
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<u><b>Respect: <i>A feeling of deep admiration of someone or something. To respect. Given respect</i></b></u><i>.</i><br />
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Oh, yes....I do believe I remember hearing about this.<br />
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Respect is something I know that can be earned. To be given. And to be received.<br />
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Now.... thinking about this word Respect, makes me think of the moments I sit in my office at school adjacent to the library. I keep the door open for air....no windows will make one climb the walls at times- I hear echos of the what sounds like lions, tigers and bears. Actually it is not at all that....it's human voices throwing out the<i> F-bomb</i>. Yes.... it's the<b> F-Bomb Storm Troopers </b>throwing the toxic shock word through the hallways. On occasion I will hear an adult voice (armed I am sure) throw back a grenade - with words like <i>"stop that".... "excuse me????"</i> ..... <i>"watch that tone young man/lady"!</i><br />
Yes, my friends we have come to the time of our lives when <b>disrespecting </b>is no longer cheating on a test or hooking out of school on a beautiful sunny day. <br />
It's come to our language. Our American society of "who cares" - "who gives a flying f*$#?"<br />
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I <i>respect</i> Football Superstar. He<i> respects </i>me. Our children see this.<br />
We try to give our children the tools they need for this world. To step out into society and treat people with<b> Respect.</b> To be lions or tigers and bears of admiration to others. To be role models.<br />
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I find it hard to imagine having a conversation with my husband without respecting one another.<br />
Or living together without morals and admiration for each other. <br />
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I said to my husband..... imagine our life full of bleeps. ? <span style="font-size: x-small;">he shakes his head.... no.</span><br />
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"@###$$%%^%.....&^^&&%$##@)((*&&&!!!!!!"<br />
"&^*%^%^.....&^%*&^.....)($#$%$$#??"<br />
<i><b>What?</b></i><br />
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Aretha Franklin said it very clearly..... <b> R-E-S-P-E-C-T</b>..... what does it mean to you?<br />
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Peace&Love,<br />
Lis xoxoxSo, I Begin this Journey......http://www.blogger.com/profile/06268801003476394608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9139877816089868736.post-5518336594801426382012-04-15T17:03:00.002-07:002012-04-15T17:38:34.208-07:00Stories to tellHello readers....my blogging friends.<br />Struggling I am....what to write about these days. I'm in awe with my favorite bloggers....what each on of you wonderful ladies write....what I <span style="font-style: italic;">read</span> and what I <span style="font-style: italic;">digest</span> from your powerful words. <span style="font-style: italic;">Inspiration you all are to me.</span><br />Once again, I come to a road block in my journey. <span style="font-style: italic;"> Why? </span> Why can't I seem to stay on track....on the course....on the once freshly paved road to my spiritual journey. Why is it that when I think I have something to say to you<span style="font-size:78%;"> (type on my borrowed keyboard)</span> I fail to do so. Coming from a gal who is <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">never</span> lost for words..... now I am. I wouldn't make the cut for professional writer...oh, but wait....this brings something to my simple mind!<br />I received a question of what happened to Football Superstar .... our journey. Maybe this is something to write about? Don't know..... would they be interested in this on-going romance?<br />Geez, we are just two regular Joe's. <span style="font-size:78%;"> We are not Bradjolina. </span> So why would anyone be interested in us?<br />Well, let me just say that thanks to Gracie- she gave me a book to read. I'm enjoying,<span style="font-weight: bold;"> yes, truly I am</span>....but there was this<span style="font-style: italic;"> "hey, who does this author think<span style="font-weight: bold;"> she</span> is...taking<span style="font-weight: bold;"> my</span> romantic story about a girl who was going to move to NYC and move on with her life....who does this now "country cooking wife" think<span style="font-weight: bold;"> she</span> is? </span> Well, she beat me to the punch<span style="font-style: italic;">-that's who she is! </span>She wrote a blog, a romantic book, a cookbook, magazine articles, been seen on the Today Show and now has her own show on food net work!<br />So thanks to Gracie, and this mystery book- I've decided to focus on what God has been doing in my life...in our life...<span style="font-style: italic;">.in my life with Football Superstar.</span> Yep, I've decided to stop thinking about what God is just doing in my life.....like keeping me together....and give snippets of how my very own blue-eyed sexy man <span style="font-size:78%;">(yes I said it)</span> Football Superstar are doing. Don't worry, it's not going to be full of sap and spice. <br /><br />Maybe this thought of writing something that happens daily, weekly, monthly in my life- in my real life has been triggered by what I had to fight my roller-coaster emotions for. And what I am witnessing happen to many around me. Marriages are being torn apart- some are just beginning.<br />Relationships are becoming broken and promises glued back together for a period of time.<br />Makes me wake up..... makes me realize that I've got a lot of answering to God about and a lot of thanking Him for! I'm finding myself once again of being that spoiled brat- maybe the young girl who wanted what she wanted- who could fend for herself- who felt a sense of being brave and in control once again. <br />And maybe.......just maybe it took<span style="font-style: italic;"> two very strong men</span> to wake me up.<br /><br /><br />Peace& Love<br />LisSo, I Begin this Journey......http://www.blogger.com/profile/06268801003476394608noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9139877816089868736.post-35071650585400657522012-03-04T10:39:00.005-08:002012-03-04T11:09:04.755-08:00Does Heaven have a Garden Shop?This morning Football Superstar and I were having a pretty deep conversation about Heaven.<br />I always know that when I have these conversations with my husband, they become deep........and sometimes intimidating of his knowledge. It's also a wonderful reminder to me just how strong my husbands faith<span style="font-style: italic;"> is.</span>.....and how important it is for him to <span style="font-style: italic;">"teach</span>" his family right here right now.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" >So probably "intimidating" is not the correct word to use...... I find myself in awe with his words and passion as he speaks. </span><br style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">So, what is Heaven like? </span> As we continue our conversation we take a break for more coffee.<br />The sun is breaking through the morning clouds- and a small birds chirp is as clear as the path the sun is creating. As I sip my delicious french vanilla coffee, I couldn't help but think about the scenery of Heaven. Are there flowers? If so....will there be sunflowers and daisies? Silly isn't it for a grown woman to wish for flowers in heaven. <br />Heaven.....the new Jerusalem......what will it be like? <br /><br />I say to Football Superstar........."<span style="font-style: italic;"> I wonder if I will work in a garden when I get to heaven?</span>" <span style="font-weight: bold;">Quietness and beauty.</span><br style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Calm faces and God loving people.</span><br style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Seeing those you loved and those who became part of your journey.</span><br style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><br style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Because God loves us with a Never Stopping,</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Never Giving Up, Unbreaking,</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Always and Forever Love~</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Heaven is breaking through~</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">He is sending us a Light from Heaven</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">To shine on us like the sun</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">To shine on those who live in darkness</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">And in the shadow of death</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">To guide our feet into the way of peace.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><br style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><br />I smell beautiful flowers.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Love & Peace</span>So, I Begin this Journey......http://www.blogger.com/profile/06268801003476394608noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9139877816089868736.post-55251632270927261072012-02-18T13:14:00.000-08:002012-02-18T14:15:04.612-08:00Saying GoodbyeTuesday- January 31st. It was a very warm and sunny morning. The drive to Pennsylvania was long- longer than usual- even with very little early morning traffic.<br />I was alone. Drinking coffee and listening to a local DC station deliver the latest of events and traffic along with the weather forecast almost seemed foreign. My mind was in fast mode and I wanted to break the speed limit even though my car wouldn't allow me to do so.<br /><br />My mother was dying. <br />Thoughts poured into my mind- like my last visit with her. <span style="font-style: italic;"> Pleasant - quiet.</span><br />My last few visits with her were just that. She would barely lift her head to make eye contact. Her frail body propped by a single pillow kept her from slumping over, yet she (to me), looked so uncomfortable. Her once beautiful green eyes were always closed, well, maybe one eye would open slightly to indicate she was acknowledging your presence. And on a good day, she would hold your hand-<span style="font-style: italic;"> firmly. </span> For me, holding her petite- but strong hand felt as if she was still in control of my every move. <span style="font-style: italic;"> I was a small child again, holding her hand while we strolled along the busy New Jersey boardwalk or Trick-or Treat night dressed as Cinderella.</span> I felt<span style="font-weight: bold;"> safe.</span><br />My car smelled of her favorite body splash and perfumes. I could hear my Mother on the other end of the phone laughing as we would watch a television show together. I felt guilty knowing I really never apologized for being such a<span style="font-style: italic;"> stubborn young woman</span>. <span style="font-size:78%;"> knowing best for<span style="font-weight: bold;"> MY</span> life in NYC or any other place I decided to trace off to </span><br /><br /><br />By the time I arrived at my parent's home my sister was on the phone with the nursing home.....my father greets me at the door to tell me she passed. <span style="font-size:78%;"> <span style="font-weight: bold;">In that moment my mind went blank. </span></span><br />At the nursing home we sat with her until she the funeral director arrived. It almost seemed as if she was sleeping. Her hands were folded across her chest simply......almost as if she placed her hands in that position. Calmly. Her skin was so soft. And flawless. <br /><br />In the days to come my time with my siblings and our father was busy and somewhat disorganized. I don't know, how do you really prepare for death and what comes after.<br />I've been informed by some how they <span style="font-style: italic;">"prepared"</span> for the death of their loved one. <span style="font-size:78%;"> really?</span><br />Even with a disease that has haunted your loved one or an illness that has a lottery on you - can you truly prepare for the loss....... asking God to give strength and guidance was something I needed to do..... for months I've been saying goodbye to my Mother. I knew it was only a matter of time. My husband would listen and give (me) support, and help me to understand this walk. <span style="font-style: italic;"> But when Tuesday morning came to be I was not ready- prepared to say goodbye.</span><br /><br />Today I hear her. I smell Jeanne Nate' body splash. I hear her voice and I see those green eyes focused on every move I make. I feel her inside of my own parenting. <span style="font-size:78%;"> funny how I always said I'll never be my MOTHER! </span><br /><br />As I wrote about my Mother in another post, she was a wonderful Mother. <br />My sister, brother and I were very lucky. So was my Father.<br /><br />I look back at my childhood and today as an adult with "thanksgiving". <span style="font-size:78%;"> her favorite holiday</span><br /><br /><br style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Lord,</span><br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Make me an instrument of thy peace;</span><br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Where there is hatred, let me sow love'</span><br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Where there is injury, pardon.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Where there is despair, hope.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Where there is darkness, light.</span><br style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">And where there is sadness, joy.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">In loving memory of my Mother - October 13, 1929- January 31, 2012</span><br style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">So, I Begin this Journey......http://www.blogger.com/profile/06268801003476394608noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9139877816089868736.post-84934756998211865742012-01-27T17:16:00.000-08:002012-01-27T17:39:31.892-08:00A Godly ChildI had the opportunity to listen to a teacher talk about her student. <span style="font-style: italic;"> A little girl</span>. <br />As I listened to this teacher, a wave of emotions took over my mind and my body. I laughed, cried and even bit my lip a few times. It was quite a story. I must admit I'm glad I was <span style="font-style: italic;">"invited</span>" to listen.<br /><br />This child is forgiving and loving. She finds time in her day to hug her friends when they are sad, and never hesitates to tell them she will "say a prayer" for them. Her one classmate lost his mommy last year to cancer. This little girl knows that her classmate is sad.....he misses his mommy and at times misbehaves. The little girl continues to pray for him.<br /><br />The teacher spoke of this little girl as a "<span style="font-style: italic;">Godly child"</span>. One who truly carries Jesus in her little heart. She is eager to learn in Bible class and wants to hear more about Jesus. <br />This little girl wants to please. She wants to give and wants to help. <br />I heard words like "forgiving", "happy", "loving" and a "child of God" repeated often.<br /><br />This teacher had tears in her eyes when she spoke of her <span style="font-weight: bold;">"babies</span>". She told me that the entire kindergarten class are her babies and she loves them all! She giggled as she wiped her eyes......and I could see the genuine love in her face for these children. But the little girl she spoke of stood out in my mind....<span style="font-style: italic;">. my own heart. </span><br /><br />It's these precious years that are so important to give children the foundation of<span style="font-weight: bold;"> Truth.</span><br />But as we teach our children about God, there will be a time when they follow their own hearts and minds. We can only pray they continue their journeys. <span style="font-size:78%;"> Truth.</span><br /><br />All I can say, is I'm sure this little girl's mommy & daddy are very proud of her. : )<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Peace&Love</span>So, I Begin this Journey......http://www.blogger.com/profile/06268801003476394608noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9139877816089868736.post-23062265713583325172012-01-14T16:15:00.000-08:002012-01-14T17:29:58.968-08:00The FaceI finally decided to blog this evening. I've struggled on what to write exactly.....trying to keep my post short <span style="font-style: italic;">-yet interesting.</span> As most of you know I have been experiencing a block. I find a quiet moment in my home. <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" >Grand Central Station is rarely quiet and calm. </span>but even then my mind goes blank. Except for this one thing that continues to flow through my mind.<br />But, do I write about it? Shouldn't I keep writing about my journey? Shouldn't I keep my blog post following my every move......after all that is how this<span style="font-weight: bold;"> So I begin</span>- began. <br /><br /><br />We have been spoiled by the warm weather over the past few weeks. But one chilly afternoon I ran to Wal-Mart for a few items. I was alone. Which that itself is unusual, perhaps I should carry my journal with me for those quiet moments! I'm waiting 2 cars back at the traffic light. One must be alert because when the light turns green here in the metro area it's like the Indianapolis 500....people race to get to the next traffic light and if you are not ready.....you will get blown over by a Lexus SUV or a Mercede's sedan. Which isn't hard for my <span style="font-style: italic;">"hippy mom's</span>" Subaru Forester. That afternoon I didn't worry about the Lexus running me over to get to Route 28. I couldn't take my eyes off of the man who stood on the concrete island at the traffic light. His face looked tired and his clothes were soiled. He was wearing appropriate clothing for this chilly Tuesday afternoon. His recycled cardboard sign said: <span style="font-weight: bold;">"HOMELESS". </span> That was it. No <span style="font-weight: bold;">"WILL WORK FOR FOOD</span>" or "<span style="font-weight: bold;">NEEDS A JOB</span>". <br /><br />I've seen faces like this over and over, a dozen times over when I worked as a case worker in the city's homeless shelter. I've watched people come and go with all kinds of "<span style="font-weight: bold;">Reason #1's</span>"<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">This man shouldn't affect me like I've never seen a homeless person before</span>. After all, my most memorable client, "Ginny" the 80 year old<span style="font-style: italic;"> street rat</span> placed me in the case workers "Hall of Fame"! <span style="font-size:78%;"> Joking of course....but Ginny certainly made each day either a disaster or a delight.</span><br /><br />So why am I unable to erase this mans face away from my memory. The man who pulled up beside me on Route 7 in his sporty little BMW looked like the<span style="font-style: italic;"> homeless man</span>. The young man who bagged my groceries at Wegmans<span style="font-style: italic;"> had his face</span>! Even one night as I'm trying to watch the weather channel there<span style="font-style: italic;"> he was reporting</span> DC's forecast for the weekend! <br />Football Superstar listens with compassion. But he can't erase the face from my mind.<br /><br />You may be wondering why I'm writing about my attempt to forget a man's face that I never met. You may be wondering why it is affecting me like it is. <span style="font-weight: bold;"> If you figure it out....call me because I would love to know!</span><br />All I can say is as we drive each day to our destination(s), we are absorbed. With what to order at Starbucks. We are driven my earning more money. We are obsessed with reality shows and or entertainers who are behaving badly. At work all I hear about is the Republican party candidates. <span style="font-size:78%;"> Sorry...but it's like "Who's Coo-coo for Cocoa Puffs".</span> I'm just as guilty of placing <span style="font-style: italic;">"something"</span> in the center of my day. <span style="font-size:78%;"> Chocolate comes to mind. My Subaru will blow over the Lexus for that very reason.</span><br /><br />Was he someones father?<br />Was he someones husband? Or Is he?<br />Is he ill (mentally/physically)?<br />He's alone.<br />He's someones son.<br /><br />I didn't want to think he did something such as a crime.<br /><br />I've tried to place issues aside just so I can raise my children, be a wife, go to work without having some sort of "current event" tripping me. I'm always trying to get to the bottom of something. Why can't I "save" or fix it.<br />Subjects such as racism, teen pregnancy, suicide, child abuse, animal abuse and homelessness have been on my "To Do" list for many many years.<br /><br />These past few days I've been able to do just that. I placed those topics aside. I may hear or witness a gripping story. I may be saddened by the fire that destroyed a home in DC. But with all this I still can't erase that face......the face that didn't look angry or sad. Even though he looked tired he did not appear to be anxious. He almost looked-<span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> peaceful</span>. <br />Someone mentioned to me perhaps he was testing his fellow NoVa's to see who would stop.<br />I don't know...... Maybe I'm not to know. <span style="font-style: italic;"> Maybe I'm to do.</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /><br />Peace&LoveSo, I Begin this Journey......http://www.blogger.com/profile/06268801003476394608noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9139877816089868736.post-78573421054130708832011-12-31T05:27:00.000-08:002011-12-31T05:57:48.515-08:00A Very Merry......Friendship(s)This has been a very long break. <span style="font-style: italic;"> Way too long</span>. Not only due to my computer making a crash landing, but my mind did as well. <br />Each time I would sit down to journal there was this _______.<span style="font-size:78%;"> (blank)</span><br />I could think of nothing. Those who know me would say this is a first. Me without words is like Mickey Mouse without Minnie. Like a fine wine without the richest cheese. <br /><br />I've experienced this once before but this time I think my lack of words-<span style="font-style: italic;"> my conversations with</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">Him</span> have stood still like water in a puddle. Most of the time my mind flows like a fast moving stream along the side of a meadow. I can see the water racing along the rocks and broken branches from pines. I can smell the wild flowers and grasses that grow throughout the meadow. And that is what brings the words to my mind. What happened? <span style="font-style: italic;"> Why</span> does this happen?<br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Why do I feel as if my compass has broken?</span><br /><br />I'm surrounded by wonders. My husband, my children and friends. My job is secure, my future looks bright. But what makes us<span style="font-weight: bold;"> (me)</span> lose focus- or direction?<br /><br />The other night I opened my journal..... again.......nothing. I prayed.<br /><br />This morning I decided to log onto my blog. I noticed two comments from November.<br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Shame on me.</span> <br />And here I am......my mind racing again like the river along the meadow. My (blogging) friends who I not only appreciate but respect and admire. When I read your words- it not only gives me inspiration but I know it is reality. Your own spiritual journey. One day I hope our paths cross. And for those who I have met.....I hope to meet with you again.<br /><br />What's next? For this new season......this new year that is approaching........I will stay connected. <span style="font-size:78%;"> I must. </span> This is what races through my mind. The river flows. <br />I want to smell the meadow....... <br /><br /><br />Happy New Year to you all.<br />And thanks for not giving up on my blog! : )<br /><br /><br /> <span style="font-family: arial;">Peace&Love</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Lis</span>So, I Begin this Journey......http://www.blogger.com/profile/06268801003476394608noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9139877816089868736.post-47483100247030657792011-11-25T10:09:00.000-08:002011-11-25T10:14:13.259-08:00Computer Crashing! {pout}<span style="font-size:130%;">Hope you all are having a wonderful Thanksgiving. <br />Giving thanks with your family and friends....... </span><br /><br />I'm out of the loop once again...<br /> my computer made a crash...<span style="font-size:78%;">.not a crash landing.</span><br />So until it's up and running...<span style="font-size:78%;">..or one is purchased.</span> I will be checking in on my blogging friends wonderful stories....<br />but I will not be posting until I can get my computer back- I'm using my hubby's lap top now and then. : )<br /><br />Love&Peace<br />LisSo, I Begin this Journey......http://www.blogger.com/profile/06268801003476394608noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9139877816089868736.post-25133008865467697482011-10-21T15:36:00.000-07:002011-10-21T16:08:41.230-07:00Lessons from a Forgiving ChildShe was sitting on a bench - little legs dangling. All I could see was blonde hair and a rather large ice bag covering most of her face. She knew I was approaching because a few of her classmates were reporting each step I made. As I looked down at my sweet little girls face- all I could see was dried blood and tear stained cheeks. Her mouth was swollen - almost shut.<div>Her eyes opened wide when she finally noticed I was there. As I hugged her, she wanted to shout out words, but the injury to her mouth was not cooperating. The important message she had was for me to understand her injury was an <i>accident</i>. And she <i><b>forgives </b></i>"B" and "E" for pushing her -which made her fall into a chair leg causing a rather large laceration on her upper left lip.</div><div><br /></div><div>As a mommy the first thing we want to do is comfort our children. To give them all the TLC we can. </div><div>But I also felt guilt- anger- frustration and sadness. </div><div>When Apple Cheeks told me the story, she not only told her daddy and sissy, but she wanted the entire medical staff that treated her in the ER to know that she <i>"forgives</i>" them.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;">wow</span>.</div><div><br /></div><div>What a lesson from my <i>forgiving</i> 5 year old!</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#cc33cc;">My baby. My youngest. My little gift of sunshine.</span></div><div>As I sat with Football Superstar my emotions rolled into one. What I wanted to do was to approach the school /<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;">kids</span>/parents- to give them a small fraction of my mind. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;"> (you know all those thoughts that tend to run through our mind- well my mind)</span></div><div>Don't worry....I didn't do anything. But I did learn something. </div><div><br /></div><div>I learned that if a child could sit through pain- and walk out of the ER 4 hours later<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;"> {well actually get carried by daddy} </span>and still<i> forgive</i>- then what was I thinking? Where was my grace? Where was my <i>forgiveness</i>? </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b>6 stitches=forgiveness </b></div><div><br /></div><div>Love&Peace&Forgiveness </div><div>Lis </div>So, I Begin this Journey......http://www.blogger.com/profile/06268801003476394608noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9139877816089868736.post-37578471048070731002011-09-30T16:11:00.001-07:002011-09-30T16:47:54.375-07:00Rule of Life<b>Rule of Life.</b> I hear this come out of <i><b>Olivia'</b></i>s mouth over and over again-<b><i> Olivia</i></b> as in <b><i>Olivia</i></b> the hyper active piglet who test her mother and Mrs. Hogenmoller {teacher} patience.<div><b><i>Olivia's</i></b> one liner comes either at the beginning or end of each show: <b>Rule of Life #......</b></div><div><br /></div><div>One rainy morning before I bravely headed out to grocery shop, I hear those words ringing in the background.....Apple Cheeks is watching....... <b>Rule of Life #55.</b>.... <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;"> ugh!!! </span></div><div>As I quickly make an exit to my car I couldn't help but hear <b><i>Olivia.</i></b>.... her irritating little squealing pig voice...... <i> rule of life.... rule of life.... rule of life!!!!</i></div><div>* * * * * * * * </div><div>The week is in full tilt. Wednesday evenings Football Superstar and I go to a prayer class hosted by our church. I must say I was apprehensive in the beginning- I felt prayer was private- only for me- only between God and myself- why would I want to <i>share</i> my prayers with others(?). <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;">complete strangers?</span></div><div>I'm learning there are a bazillion<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;"> sorry</span> ways to pray. I won't get in to the why's, how's, when and should we pray...... but something hit me this past Wednesday as I admitted to Esther our instructor/prayer leader that I did not do my homework! As we begin session #3-<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;"> Model for Prayer- part 2</span>, I'm listening to Esther yet I hear <b><i>Olivia</i></b> in the background. Yes, the pig.</div><div>Rules. Rules to live by. Ruling. Our Ruler. </div><div><i>To declare who God is</i>. Jehovah-Rohi. Jehovah-Shalom. Jehovah-Shammah.</div><div>We are told to think on the implications of these names and you'll have plenty to praise God for! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;"> and there are more</span></div><div><br /></div><div>I lived under certain "rules of life" for a very long time in my early Christian years. As a Roman Catholic I thought only our patron saints- the holy saints could pray successfully. Our <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ff0000;">rulers</span> in the church had the monopoly on praying. </div><div><i>Rulers. Rule of Life.</i></div><div><br /></div><div>God talked with man. <i> I can talk with God. </i></div><div>God was in the garden with man. <i> God is everywhere with me.</i></div><div>So why wouldn't we be able to talk with God? Anytime- anywhere? </div><div>To be real. To be ourselves. He already knows us.... so why not be revealing-- honest.</div><div><br /></div><div>Prayer has some true power. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;">I've learned recently</span></div><div> The Incredible POWER of Prayer.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:180%;">"Prayer changes things....... and US!"</span></div><div> <i> Ronald Dunn</i></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Rule of Life #1. pray</div>So, I Begin this Journey......http://www.blogger.com/profile/06268801003476394608noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9139877816089868736.post-18680040355335289782011-09-03T13:45:00.000-07:002011-09-03T14:32:27.256-07:00Meet MeganToday I wanted to play catch up on here. I wanted to grab my journal and tell the world about my wonderful news. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;"> the position I've been waiting for!</span><div>As I was checking my<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333399;"> facebook</span> status last evening I noticed a message on my wall from a high school classmate-<i> Megan Pierce-Sheibner</i>. It sparked my interest because of the message she posted- along with the youtube video. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;"> Again...my excitement was difficult to cap.... but I watched the video. </span></div><div>
<br /></div><div>Megan and I were in a few classes together- not many. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;"> Geez, I'm getting too old to really remember who was in my high school class! </span> We were in band front marching in skimpy Trojan attire with Peter Pan hats. We did our routine with fake ridiculous swords. As any Trojan would. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;">Sorry Megan!</span> </div><div>Sadly, I never really knew Megan. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>Graduation- lives go in different directions. Years pass.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Then<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333399;"> facebook</span> comes into the lives of many. We are friends again. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;"> Thanks to<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333399;"> facebook</span>.</span></div><div>Megan is probably the only Boston Red Sox fan that I like. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>Megan- this woman who I<b> now</b> know as a <i>christian, wife, mother, educator, friend of many</i>.</div><div>I felt my world stop while watching the video she posted on my wall. </div><div>That is Megan's husband! This was their life! </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;"><b>Tears. Sadness. Selfish relief. </b></span></div><div>
<br /></div><div>I wanted to reach out through my computer and embrace Megan and Steve. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>I learned a lesson while listening and watching their video. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>This morning I had Football Superstar watch. He had no words. I could see emotion in his eyes. How fortunate we are each day. <i>Each moment of our life is a gift from God.</i></div><div><b><i>Our God is so amazing</i></b>. And<b> God's purpose</b>. <i> What about that?</i></div><div>
<br /></div><div>Thank you Megan for sharing your story...... for bringing your family into my home. Into our lives.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:78%;">PS.....this does not change my mind how I feel about the Red Sox! giggling.</span></div><div>
<br /></div><div>Peace&Love</div><div>
<br /></div><div><b>I would like to encourage everyone to link onto</b> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/l/-AQAh8UTDAQBr4vf8_WMFG_nfJi3G2qNAbuauiZ2-T1oTig/www.youtube.com/watch?v=cLj4akmncsA&feature=share" style="color: rgb(59, 89, 152); text-decoration: none; ">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cLj4akmncsA&feature=share</a></span></div><div>
<br /></div><div>Steve and Megan Scheibner <span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"><a href="http://Characterhealth.com/">Characterhealth.com</a> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;">
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<br /></div><div>Much thought goes into purchasing gifts. No matter the occasion.... the gift can be a difficult decision. Depends on the person and the occasion.... my passion or thought process usually determines who gets what. Or<i> what</i> gets <i>who</i>. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Oh, I've given </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Regift</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> some passionate thought!</span></div><div><i><b>
<br /></b></i></div><div><i><b>Does God ReGift? </b></i></div><div>
<br /></div><div>I have been under a pressure cooker with my job. I'm about to explode....but there are these gentle- yet firm hands on my shoulders telling me to stay calm...don't go back there....be the leader....do not put these issues on <i>your</i> priority list....who gets what gift is on<i> his</i> priority list -> His method of keeping me focused<</div><div>My gift from God is always a regifted one. He gives me what I need every day of the week.</div><div>And my thankless days are building. I know it. I see it. And I feel it. But I lack the discipline that I need to thank Him daily.....giving back the <i>gift.</i> </div><div>
<br /></div><div>Just when I think I have<i> it</i> in me to not stumble and fall..... I do. Just when I think I'm willing and able to walk away from temptation....I can't. People will drag and pull you into the vortex and without a safety harness it's almost impossible to free yourself. </div><div>I'm tempted by idol chatter in the work place. I find myself wanting to "correct" these women who are chattering.... then I find myself listening....falling. I am angered by feeling "taken advantage of". At times I listen and watch as if I'm an innocent child being given a gift beyond gifts. <i>And I know better than this!</i> I hear this<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> voice</span> talk to me every time these "events" take place. I know not to listen or to respond. And if I do the voice immediately shouts "<i>why"</i>! </div><div>
<br /></div><div>I've tried to regift what God has given me to my coworkers. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> Gently. Unannounced. </span> Are they accepting the gift? <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">No...and that is okay.</span> But I know they see me pulling away. They can not place their red ink pens on what is happening with this teacher who smiles and places herself in the back row, not the <i>jury </i>nor the <i>judge</i>. </div><div>
<br /></div><div>Regifting at the work place is very hard to do...it's a challenge. <i>But I'm called to do so.</i></div><div>For the time I remain at the academy I will place passionate thought behind each and every gift I hand out. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Prayers...this will be very hard.</span></div><div>
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<br /></div><div><b><i>The Gift of Grace.</i></b></div><div>
<br /></div><div>Peace&Love</div><div>
<br /></div>So, I Begin this Journey......http://www.blogger.com/profile/06268801003476394608noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9139877816089868736.post-45325635600468259912011-07-23T05:19:00.000-07:002011-07-23T05:49:48.362-07:00A Room with a ViewI've been missing out on my favorite blogs...... <div>Been busy. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">I have a lot of nerve saying that....who hasn't been busy!!</span></div><div><br /></div><div>This is my week of vacation time. </div><div><br /></div><div>Today, I'm sitting by our sliding glass door that exits to our balcony. It's a tad warm <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">no make</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">that hot</span> to be sitting on the balcony drinking coffee and typing. <i> However, I have a room with a view!</i></div><div>My cat, September~ has decided to join me and watch a red throat hummingbird drink from the fresh batch of home made nectar Apple Cheeks and I made yesterday after breakfast.</div><div><br /></div><div>A pair of chicka-dee's continue to stop by- to see if just maybe the bright red bird feeder that contains liquid- may have been changed to solid seeds. Nope...sorry birdies...I'll stick with the hummingbirds. You need to go over to the next complex there is a woman who is so kind she feeds song birds of every <i>color</i> and<b><i> size</i></b>. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"> I'm glad I am not her neighbor- bird phobia!</span></div><div><br /></div><div>My view this morning also captures a line trees and in the far far distance I think I can see the Potomac mountain area. It's so hazy .... but I'm sure that is what I'm looking at. In the winter when the trees are not full we can see clearly across the VA- MD boarder. </div><div><br /></div><div>It's so cool to sit here typing with the bright sunshine pouring into our home. </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">I feel like this is a vacation home..... </span></div><div><br /></div><div>Well, now all I can see is a face with fur. September decided to walk onto my lap and investigate the keyboard. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"> Her hint.</span> It's time for some full attention before everyone else wakes up and smells the short bread baking. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"> Ahhh..... life is good. </span> </div><div><br /></div><div>I must catch up before the end of my vacation..... I have so many awesome blogs to read and friends to connect with!</div><div>Until then..... I hope everyone is enjoying their summer..... vacations..... down time....... and <b>view. </b></div><div><br /></div><div>Peace&Love</div>So, I Begin this Journey......http://www.blogger.com/profile/06268801003476394608noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9139877816089868736.post-67702902308008816132011-06-26T16:48:00.000-07:002011-06-26T18:25:03.064-07:00Stop Hunger NowMore than <b>25,000 </b>people outside of the United States die each day from hunger and hunger-related causes.<div>A child dies every <b>15 seconds</b> because they are severely underweight or lack essential nutrients.</div><div><br /></div><div>China Doll and I became a part of<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"> Stop Hunger Now</span></b>. This vision is part of our church. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">CFC</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">in Ashburn used both services as a part of this process.</span> CFC is like a lot of contemporary churches today, we see plenty of casual wear. But today was completely different. We arrived in <i>jeans, shorts, t-shirts, sneakers.</i>... the most comfortable attire to prepare meals to be sent to Nicaragua. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Our outreach team is already in Nicaragua working. </span> As the congregation gathered in two separate parts of church today- some were guided into the Gathering Place<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> coffee cafe</span> others were guided into the school gym. There were stations. Each station held<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"> 30 pound bags of rice</span>, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC9933;">soy meal</span> and a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">vitamin packet</span>. Each bag was filled in layers by a team of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9966;">4</span>, the bags were placed in shoe box style bins and a "<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">runner</span></i>" would bring the bins over to another table where there were teams of "<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CC00;">weighers</span></i>" weighed out the bags and handed them off to the "<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#336666;">sealer</span></i>" team. Which this was where China Doll and myself worked using a sealer timing it for about <i>3 seconds </i>making sure the food packet was secured and ready to be packed into large boxes by yet another team of <b>strong teens</b> and<b> men.</b> Tomorrow the food will head out to be flown to orphanages in Nicaragua. We were told today that <i>700+ children </i>will eat for<i> one full year</i>!! The goal for today was <b><i>285,120 meals.</i></b> </div><div><br /></div><div>I've never been a part of something this huge. China Doll and I participated together last Christmas with LW church in wrapping gifts for children of families who were in need. Most of these families were in the city. Since I was no longer a part of the services of displaced families and abused children within the city I felt a calling to help and I recruited my oldest daughter to help. We enjoyed our job and I knew by having my daughter there by my side, she was able to see with her own eyes what type of families/people I was talking about when I worked at the shelter as a caseworker. </div><div>And now this year she is older..... more in tune with what is surrounding us not just here in the states but world wide. China Doll even suggested we stay longer to get more meal bags sealed and packed before we headed out for our own food at a local grocery store. We talked about feeling guilty..... complaining about what we don't have in the frig...... or not being able to afford the fresh catch of the day this week. Perhaps she felt a guilty twinge because I did not give her an extra $5 for Starbucks before the "free" concert at<b><i> Youthfest</i></b> last evening. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> MMmmmmm.</span></div><div>No matter what went through her young mind..... I couldn't help but feel good about <b><i>our</i></b> work.</div><div>Not about me.... not about us.... not about her. But the work we<b><i> all </i></b>put into making our goal..... working as a very large team......laughing, shouting at the drum roll......giggles from the kids and cheers at the end of our service. What an awesome service it was!</div><div>Pastor P. said as we finished up..... God is looking down with one very large smile. </div><div><br /></div><div>**Just had to mention that the "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">runners</span>" were children ages <i>5 yrs. to 10 yrs.</i> of age. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> it was pretty awesome to watch them work with such emotion and passion. </span></div><div><br /></div><div>Have an awesome week.</div><div>Love&Peace</div><div>Lis</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;">www.stophungernow.org</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;">www.orphanetwork.org</span></div>So, I Begin this Journey......http://www.blogger.com/profile/06268801003476394608noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9139877816089868736.post-3185519672591533252011-06-21T17:21:00.001-07:002011-06-21T17:50:22.852-07:00Back In The SaddleHello from <b>Lazy Town VA</b>! I've been <i>unmotivated</i> to do <i>much-loved-motivated</i> stuff recently.<div>I should try to put into alphabetical order the events that have been taking place in our little world right now...... but those events do not seem so eventful now that I sit here thinking about them. They've only been keeping us busy enough to feel the wonders of falling into <b>Lazy Town</b>.</div><div>And now that I think about <b>Lazy Town</b>..... that visit only came and went way too quickly....like most vacations. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">No we didn't go on vacation...</span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Lazy Town</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> happened right here in </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">VA</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">!</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Football Superstar has been busy at work. The DC metro real estate market is keeping him on his toes- yet his career no longer rules him. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> smile.</span> My summer camp days are fun....but wow am I ready to grab Apple Cheeks and drive home by 4:00! China Doll and Freckle Boy are using their summer days<i> one at a time. </i> </div><div>Sam <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">the dog </span>and September<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> the cat</span> are unaware that it is summer .... every moment for them is vacation. <i>I would love to just lay around on the back of the couch all day and wait for someone to meow at because they did not scoop out my Fancy Feast quick enough.</i> Or if I were Sam I would probably...... <i>be in the same position when my family took off for work or the pool when they arrive home at the end of their day. </i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> I can't imagine that! </span><i> </i></div><div><br /></div><div>I want to cram so much in this summer. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">A gal pal weekend with my Gracie. </span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">A drive to NJ with my Eva to visit our sister-in-law Dori. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;">Lazy pool days with my girls</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">The zoo for Apple Cheeks birthday</span>. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">Visits to family and friends. </span> A diet. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> no...scratch that one.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;">Yoga. </span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">yeah...I will commit to getting back into yoga.</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330099;"> Finish decorating our cozy pad.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">Learning the art of baking delicious and decorating amazing cupcakes.</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"> Community outreach.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#999999;">Finishing my Language Art class. </span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">ugh.</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">Taking an art class.</span> </div><div><i>And that's not all..... perhaps I should put my list in alphabetical order. ??</i></div><div><br /></div><div>I'm hoping my readers and favorite bloggers are having an awesome summer! </div><div>I promise to reconnect soon...... with something worth reading. Until then...I love knowing you are still here. : )</div><div><br /></div><div>Peace&Love,</div><div>Lis </div><div><br /></div>So, I Begin this Journey......http://www.blogger.com/profile/06268801003476394608noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9139877816089868736.post-3521652928611185922011-06-05T03:21:00.001-07:002011-06-05T03:53:47.684-07:00Tapped OutIt's 6:15 AM. On this Sunday morning there is a fine mist in the air with a breeze. I'm tempted to just grab my coffee and sit on the balcony while everyone else sleeps. Oh, Football Superstar is up, but he is preparing another pot of coffee for our guest.<div><br /></div><div>I haven't posted anything for quite some time. I feel "<b><i>tapped out"</i></b>. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> My life journal sits in my bedroom with pages full.....but for some reason I just haven't added any words to this blog.</span></div><div>Last evening before I fell asleep I thought about this...... and yesterday as I sat on the balcony soaking up the early morning sun I thought about this...... and here again I think about <i>this</i>.</div><div><br /></div><div><b><i>THIS. </i></b></div><div><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div>I'm thinking about my friends who are going through some very rough times.</div><div>My co-workers who struggle to find themselves.</div><div>Those family members who struggle to find a sense of peace or those who set out to conquer success- <i>what success is it that they look for</i>? </div><div>Those who try to find a place where they belong.</div><div><br /></div><div>Football Superstar tells me what they need....what's important.....what matters. </div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">of course I know this.</span> <i>My husband</i> who was not tapped on the shoulder by God but was tackled to the ground as only God could do with a strong ex-football player. </div><div><b>But how do you watch and wait?</b> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I'm not a very patient person at times....especially when I feel there are important matters to be dealt with. </span></div><div><br /></div><div>The "see-saw approach" to life must be hard. The "waiting the storm out" can not be healthy.</div><div><br /></div><div>This is why I feel tapped. Yet, I don't want to just stand in the rain waiting with those who are in the storm. I can handle some rain, I have cute wellies to wear.... but I'm not so sure standing in the center of thunder and lightening is something I feel comfortable doing. </div><div><br /></div><div>Last sip of coffee....I'm heading to the balcony. <b> I think I just answered my own question.</b></div><div>Sometimes it takes the perfect storm to be healed. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> keeping my wellies by the door.</span></div><div>Thank you Father! </div><div><br /></div><div>Peace&Love,</div><div>Lis </div>So, I Begin this Journey......http://www.blogger.com/profile/06268801003476394608noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9139877816089868736.post-75721158408855732922011-05-06T16:43:00.000-07:002011-08-14T05:26:00.722-07:00Appreciated + Appreciate = Yummy?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiVSgPNWCB0Ko-zd9cK5IIYOm8M2cBeD7Kj5EU7GPRo_ERtjcsRG0bQqT6xdkpEjaxGmJwn19Nm5a6DIpvvjFsxovQiQqx2tgERmO6NDGvI1-8qshWLeil6GCaz3RCUoRMatl9N9_fnCBl/s1600/IMG_2096.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiVSgPNWCB0Ko-zd9cK5IIYOm8M2cBeD7Kj5EU7GPRo_ERtjcsRG0bQqT6xdkpEjaxGmJwn19Nm5a6DIpvvjFsxovQiQqx2tgERmO6NDGvI1-8qshWLeil6GCaz3RCUoRMatl9N9_fnCBl/s400/IMG_2096.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603753089129542130" /></a>This week is Teacher Appreciation.<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Another Hallmark moment?</span></div><div>I remembered this "celebration" for educators.....so Apple Cheeks and I baked chocolate chip cookies and chocolate-cinnamon cookies for her teacher.</div><div>I know in the preschool field at times this career can be challenging.... but rewarding. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><b>Exhausting!</b></span></div><div>****</div><div> </div><div>I have been working<i> slowly</i> on my VACDA certificate and my language arts class.....<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;"> dreaming</span></div><div>of landing a job within the public school district <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">which is a huge district </span> in order to collect some extra perks. <b> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"> tuition</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><b> </b></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">reimbursement - health/medical insurance </span></b></div><div>*****</div><div>
<br /></div><div>It's Friday morning- I'm setting up my classroom. I take a good look around at all the adorable bright art work that clings to the four walls. <i>Large daisies</i>. <i> "Rock Families".</i> My little Picasso's. My little darlings who find it hysterical to attack me when my back is turned. My little darlings who can not wait for science and discovery or dramatic play. All this makes my day and makes me smile. But yet, I know my retirement<i> will not</i> be at <b>The Academy.</b> </div><div>******</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Two hours into my day - one of my little darlings walks proudly to where I sat in the classroom with a box of cupcakes from <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">Lola's</span>. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Lola's</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"> famous cupcakes will make a strict dieter drool! </span></div><div>
<br /></div><div>This mother then says to me with a rather large smile .... <i>"you have a thankless job, we appreciate you".</i></div><div>********</div><div>
<br /></div><div>I felt appreciated. I felt the love. Every last delicious bite!</div><div><b>Happy Teachers Week to you!!</b></div><div><b>You are appreciated!!!</b></div><div>
<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;">Happy Mother's Day to all my blogging friends!</span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Brenda, Lidj, Janette, Emily</span></i>.....thank you for always making me smile! xoxo</div><div>Peace&Love,</div><div>Lis </div><div>
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