So, I Begin this Journey.......

A Godly Child

2012-01-27T17:16:00.000-08:00

I had the opportunity to listen to a teacher talk about her student. A little girl.
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 "invited" to listen.

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.

The teacher spoke of this little girl as a "Godly child". One who truly carries Jesus in her little heart. She is eager to learn in Bible class and wants to hear more about Jesus.
This little girl wants to please. She wants to give and wants to help.
I heard words like "forgiving", "happy", "loving" and a "child of God" repeated often.

This teacher had tears in her eyes when she spoke of her "babies". 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..... my own heart.

It's these precious years that are so important to give children the foundation of Truth.
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. Truth.

All I can say, is I'm sure this little girl's mommy & daddy are very proud of her. : )

Peace&Love

The Face

2012-01-14T16:15:00.000-08:00

I finally decided to blog this evening. I've struggled on what to write exactly.....trying to keep my post short -yet interesting. As most of you know I have been experiencing a block. I find a quiet moment in my home. Grand Central Station is rarely quiet and calm. but even then my mind goes blank. Except for this one thing that continues to flow through my mind.
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 So I begin- began.

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 "hippy mom's" 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: "HOMELESS". That was it. No "WILL WORK FOR FOOD" or "NEEDS A JOB".

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 "Reason #1's"
This man shouldn't affect me like I've never seen a homeless person before. After all, my most memorable client, "Ginny" the 80 year old street rat placed me in the case workers "Hall of Fame"! Joking of course....but Ginny certainly made each day either a disaster or a delight.

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 homeless man. The young man who bagged my groceries at Wegmans had his face! Even one night as I'm trying to watch the weather channel there he was reporting DC's forecast for the weekend!
Football Superstar listens with compassion. But he can't erase the face from my mind.

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. If you figure it out....call me because I would love to know!
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. Sorry...but it's like "Who's Coo-coo for Cocoa Puffs". I'm just as guilty of placing "something" in the center of my day. Chocolate comes to mind. My Subaru will blow over the Lexus for that very reason.

Was he someones father?
Was he someones husband? Or Is he?
Is he ill (mentally/physically)?
He's alone.
He's someones son.

I didn't want to think he did something such as a crime.

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.
Subjects such as racism, teen pregnancy, suicide, child abuse, animal abuse and homelessness have been on my "To Do" list for many many years.

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- peaceful.
Someone mentioned to me perhaps he was testing his fellow NoVa's to see who would stop.
I don't know...... Maybe I'm not to know. Maybe I'm to do.

Peace&Love

A Very Merry......Friendship(s)

2011-12-31T05:27:00.000-08:00

This has been a very long break. Way too long. Not only due to my computer making a crash landing, but my mind did as well.
Each time I would sit down to journal there was this _______. (blank)
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.

I've experienced this once before but this time I think my lack of words- my conversations with Him 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? Why does this happen?
Why do I feel as if my compass has broken?

I'm surrounded by wonders. My husband, my children and friends. My job is secure, my future looks bright. But what makes us (me) lose focus- or direction?

The other night I opened my journal..... again.......nothing. I prayed.

This morning I decided to log onto my blog. I noticed two comments from November.
Shame on me.
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.

What's next? For this new season......this new year that is approaching........I will stay connected. I must. This is what races through my mind. The river flows.
I want to smell the meadow.......

Happy New Year to you all.
And thanks for not giving up on my blog! : )

Peace&Love
Lis

Computer Crashing! {pout}

2011-11-25T10:09:00.000-08:00

Hope you all are having a wonderful Thanksgiving.
Giving thanks with your family and friends.......

I'm out of the loop once again...
my computer made a crash....not a crash landing.
So until it's up and running.....or one is purchased. I will be checking in on my blogging friends wonderful stories....
but I will not be posting until I can get my computer back- I'm using my hubby's lap top now and then. : )

Love&Peace
Lis

Lessons from a Forgiving Child

2011-10-21T15:36:00.000-07:00

She 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.

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 accident. And she forgives "B" and "E" for pushing her -which made her fall into a chair leg causing a rather large laceration on her upper left lip.

As a mommy the first thing we want to do is comfort our children. To give them all the TLC we can.

But I also felt guilt- anger- frustration and sadness.

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 "forgives" them.

wow.

What a lesson from my forgiving 5 year old!

My baby. My youngest. My little gift of sunshine.

As I sat with Football Superstar my emotions rolled into one. What I wanted to do was to approach the school /kids/parents- to give them a small fraction of my mind. (you know all those thoughts that tend to run through our mind- well my mind)

Don't worry....I didn't do anything. But I did learn something.

I learned that if a child could sit through pain- and walk out of the ER 4 hours later {well actually get carried by daddy} and still forgive- then what was I thinking? Where was my grace? Where was my forgiveness?

6 stitches=forgiveness

Love&Peace&Forgiveness

Lis

Rule of Life

2011-09-30T16:11:00.001-07:00

Rule of Life. I hear this come out of Olivia's mouth over and over again- Olivia as in Olivia the hyper active piglet who test her mother and Mrs. Hogenmoller {teacher} patience.

Olivia's one liner comes either at the beginning or end of each show: Rule of Life #......

One rainy morning before I bravely headed out to grocery shop, I hear those words ringing in the background.....Apple Cheeks is watching....... Rule of Life #55..... ugh!!!

As I quickly make an exit to my car I couldn't help but hear Olivia..... her irritating little squealing pig voice...... rule of life.... rule of life.... rule of life!!!!

* * * * * * * *

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 share my prayers with others(?). complete strangers?

I'm learning there are a bazillion sorry 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- Model for Prayer- part 2, I'm listening to Esther yet I hear Olivia in the background. Yes, the pig.

Rules. Rules to live by. Ruling. Our Ruler.

To declare who God is. Jehovah-Rohi. Jehovah-Shalom. Jehovah-Shammah.

We are told to think on the implications of these names and you'll have plenty to praise God for! and there are more

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 rulers in the church had the monopoly on praying.

Rulers. Rule of Life.

God talked with man. I can talk with God.

God was in the garden with man. God is everywhere with me.

So why wouldn't we be able to talk with God? Anytime- anywhere?

To be real. To be ourselves. He already knows us.... so why not be revealing-- honest.

Prayer has some true power. I've learned recently

The Incredible POWER of Prayer.

"Prayer changes things....... and US!"

Ronald Dunn

Rule of Life #1. pray

Meet Megan

2011-09-03T13:45:00.000-07:00

Today I wanted to play catch up on here. I wanted to grab my journal and tell the world about my wonderful news. the position I've been waiting for!

As I was checking my facebook status last evening I noticed a message on my wall from a high school classmate- Megan Pierce-Sheibner. It sparked my interest because of the message she posted- along with the youtube video. Again...my excitement was difficult to cap.... but I watched the video.

Megan and I were in a few classes together- not many. Geez, I'm getting too old to really remember who was in my high school class! 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. Sorry Megan!

Sadly, I never really knew Megan.

Graduation- lives go in different directions. Years pass.

Then facebook comes into the lives of many. We are friends again. Thanks to facebook.

Megan is probably the only Boston Red Sox fan that I like.

Megan- this woman who I now know as a christian, wife, mother, educator, friend of many.

I felt my world stop while watching the video she posted on my wall.

That is Megan's husband! This was their life!

Tears. Sadness. Selfish relief.

I wanted to reach out through my computer and embrace Megan and Steve.

I learned a lesson while listening and watching their video.

This morning I had Football Superstar watch. He had no words. I could see emotion in his eyes. How fortunate we are each day. Each moment of our life is a gift from God.

Our God is so amazing. And God's purpose. What about that?

Thank you Megan for sharing your story...... for bringing your family into my home. Into our lives.

PS.....this does not change my mind how I feel about the Red Sox! giggling.

Peace&Love

I would like to encourage everyone to link onto http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cLj4akmncsA&feature=share

Steve and Megan Scheibner Characterhealth.com

ReGifted

2011-08-13T15:23:00.000-07:00

Have I ever regifted? yes

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 what gets who. Oh, I've given Regift some passionate thought!

Does God ReGift?

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 your priority list....who gets what gift is on his priority list -> His method of keeping me focused<

My gift from God is always a regifted one. He gives me what I need every day of the week.

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 gift.

Just when I think I have it 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.

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. And I know better than this! I hear this voice 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 "why"!

I've tried to regift what God has given me to my coworkers. Gently. Unannounced. Are they accepting the gift? No...and that is okay. 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 jury nor the judge.

Regifting at the work place is very hard to do...it's a challenge. But I'm called to do so.

For the time I remain at the academy I will place passionate thought behind each and every gift I hand out. Prayers...this will be very hard.

The Gift of Grace.

Peace&Love

A Room with a View

2011-07-23T05:19:00.000-07:00

I've been missing out on my favorite blogs......

Been busy. I have a lot of nerve saying that....who hasn't been busy!!

This is my week of vacation time.

Today, I'm sitting by our sliding glass door that exits to our balcony. It's a tad warm no make that hot to be sitting on the balcony drinking coffee and typing. However, I have a room with a view!

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.

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 color and size. I'm glad I am not her neighbor- bird phobia!

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.

It's so cool to sit here typing with the bright sunshine pouring into our home.

I feel like this is a vacation home.....

Well, now all I can see is a face with fur. September decided to walk onto my lap and investigate the keyboard. Her hint. It's time for some full attention before everyone else wakes up and smells the short bread baking. Ahhh..... life is good.

I must catch up before the end of my vacation..... I have so many awesome blogs to read and friends to connect with!

Until then..... I hope everyone is enjoying their summer..... vacations..... down time....... and view.

Peace&Love

Stop Hunger Now

2011-06-26T16:48:00.000-07:00

More than 25,000 people outside of the United States die each day from hunger and hunger-related causes.

A child dies every 15 seconds because they are severely underweight or lack essential nutrients.

China Doll and I became a part of Stop Hunger Now. This vision is part of our church. CFC in Ashburn used both services as a part of this process. CFC is like a lot of contemporary churches today, we see plenty of casual wear. But today was completely different. We arrived in jeans, shorts, t-shirts, sneakers.... the most comfortable attire to prepare meals to be sent to Nicaragua. Our outreach team is already in Nicaragua working. As the congregation gathered in two separate parts of church today- some were guided into the Gathering Place coffee cafe others were guided into the school gym. There were stations. Each station held 30 pound bags of rice, soy meal and a vitamin packet. Each bag was filled in layers by a team of 4, the bags were placed in shoe box style bins and a "runner" would bring the bins over to another table where there were teams of "weighers" weighed out the bags and handed them off to the "sealer" team. Which this was where China Doll and myself worked using a sealer timing it for about 3 seconds making sure the food packet was secured and ready to be packed into large boxes by yet another team of strong teens and men. Tomorrow the food will head out to be flown to orphanages in Nicaragua. We were told today that 700+ children will eat for one full year!! The goal for today was 285,120 meals.

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.

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 Youthfest last evening. MMmmmmm.

No matter what went through her young mind..... I couldn't help but feel good about our work.

Not about me.... not about us.... not about her. But the work we all 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!

Pastor P. said as we finished up..... God is looking down with one very large smile.

**Just had to mention that the "runners" were children ages 5 yrs. to 10 yrs. of age. it was pretty awesome to watch them work with such emotion and passion.

Have an awesome week.

Love&Peace

Lis

www.stophungernow.org

www.orphanetwork.org

Back In The Saddle

2011-06-21T17:21:00.001-07:00

Hello from Lazy Town VA! I've been unmotivated to do much-loved-motivated stuff recently.

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 Lazy Town.

And now that I think about Lazy Town..... that visit only came and went way too quickly....like most vacations. No we didn't go on vacation...Lazy Town happened right here in VA!

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. smile. 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 one at a time.

Sam the dog and September the cat are unaware that it is summer .... every moment for them is vacation. 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. Or if I were Sam I would probably...... 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 can't imagine that!

I want to cram so much in this summer. A gal pal weekend with my Gracie. A drive to NJ with my Eva to visit our sister-in-law Dori. Lazy pool days with my girls.

The zoo for Apple Cheeks birthday. Visits to family and friends. A diet. no...scratch that one.

Yoga. yeah...I will commit to getting back into yoga. Finish decorating our cozy pad.

Learning the art of baking delicious and decorating amazing cupcakes. Community outreach.

Finishing my Language Art class. ugh. Taking an art class.

And that's not all..... perhaps I should put my list in alphabetical order. ??

I'm hoping my readers and favorite bloggers are having an awesome summer!

I promise to reconnect soon...... with something worth reading. Until then...I love knowing you are still here. : )

Peace&Love,

Lis

Tapped Out

2011-06-05T03:21:00.001-07:00

It'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.

I haven't posted anything for quite some time. I feel "tapped out". My life journal sits in my bedroom with pages full.....but for some reason I just haven't added any words to this blog.

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 this.

THIS.

I'm thinking about my friends who are going through some very rough times.

My co-workers who struggle to find themselves.

Those family members who struggle to find a sense of peace or those who set out to conquer success- what success is it that they look for?

Those who try to find a place where they belong.

Football Superstar tells me what they need....what's important.....what matters.

of course I know this. My husband 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.

But how do you watch and wait? I'm not a very patient person at times....especially when I feel there are important matters to be dealt with.

The "see-saw approach" to life must be hard. The "waiting the storm out" can not be healthy.

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.

Last sip of coffee....I'm heading to the balcony. I think I just answered my own question.

Sometimes it takes the perfect storm to be healed. keeping my wellies by the door.

Thank you Father!

Peace&Love,

Lis

Appreciated + Appreciate = Yummy?

2011-05-06T16:43:00.000-07:00

This week is Teacher Appreciation.

Another Hallmark moment?

I remembered this "celebration" for educators.....so Apple Cheeks and I baked chocolate chip cookies and chocolate-cinnamon cookies for her teacher.

I know in the preschool field at times this career can be challenging.... but rewarding. Exhausting!

****

I have been working slowly on my VACDA certificate and my language arts class..... dreaming

of landing a job within the public school district which is a huge district in order to collect some extra perks. tuition reimbursement - health/medical insurance

*****

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. Large daisies. "Rock Families". 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 will not be at The Academy.

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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 Lola's. Lola's famous cupcakes will make a strict dieter drool!

This mother then says to me with a rather large smile .... "you have a thankless job, we appreciate you".

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I felt appreciated. I felt the love. Every last delicious bite!

Happy Teachers Week to you!!

You are appreciated!!!

Happy Mother's Day to all my blogging friends!

Brenda, Lidj, Janette, Emily.....thank you for always making me smile! xoxo

Peace&Love,

Lis

Tears that water flowers

2011-04-25T17:42:00.000-07:00

Easter weekend came and went as fast as we packed our suitcases!

It's Monday. My work day was full of crying children who have been off schedule.... too many days in between their week vacation Spring Break for all down South maybe too much Easter excitement for those who celebrate this beautiful holiday.... for those who do not.... probably just too much time away from school. The weather has been very warm.... 87 degrees and rising.

I have a bad case of laryngitis and the kids are taking full advantage of this. My assistant needs to be my voice.... and sadly she doesn't have the gusto to grab their attention like this old gal does!

And through all this, I have been thinking about my visit on Saturday with my Mother. My mother who sits in her dorm room at the nursing facility with her "friends". It has been awhile since I've posted any of my visits with my mother. My mother has Parkinson's disease - with this comes the dementia. There are times where she may know me- even if it is only for a few moments. This weekend she didn't. For my first 30 minutes she slept. Her little frame is frail....her skin so porcelain-like it almost shines......and her hair is completely silver. I know I have said this in another post, but my mother was a woman of style and flair. A polished 5 ft. Diva. Her trademark style of Victorian necklines and pencil thin skirts stick in my head- not to mention the Captivator pumps!

Of course I am thankful that my mother is living and I am able to sit with her....touch her...kiss her soft cheeks. Watch her smile or giggle like a little girl whether she knows me or not.

Or even watch her frown and snarl about the nursing staff who seem to have no manners at all- at least according to mother when she is aware of her surroundings. She would send them all to etiquette school!

What I am missing is our conversation. When I feel at a loss..... I feel my mother knows best..... and when I feel my happiest...... I can not share it with her. completely.

This week I wanted, no make that needed to share something with my mother. Only she would understand and know the exact thing to say to her youngest daughter to set my mind at ease.

Only she could give me that look.... that something she had in her green eyes that spoke volumes to me. She knew me. Of course she did I was her child.....I was the youngest and the most rebellious.

My selfishness mourns for her. I need, yes I need my mother more than she knows right now.

I need to cry to her. I need to be that little girl again having my mother tell me everything will be alright and she loves me. My tears water flowers.

I miss her terribly.

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My reflection on this visit came to me today while I took a short walk outside during my lunch hour. I needed to escape those tiny little villains and even my assistant.

As my thoughts flowed into clouds above my head- just as I have typed above- it occurred to me that I just shared the very thing that was on my mind for days with someone that completely took my words and told me things are going to be okay. God has a plan for me.

God is certainly opening doors, windows, the shutters...... He has given me this person to reach out to...... to be able to pour my heart and soul out to....... and as I sat in her car on Sunday after Easter service...... it was as if I just looked into my mothers green eyes and felt her hug. God has certainly shown me time and time again things. Events. Situations that come and I just don't quite get it at the time- until recent.

Eva.... I love you. And I thank God for placing us together under that large shade tree on the 4th of July.

Do you Love?

2011-04-17T11:51:00.000-07:00

I LOVE YOU!

LoVe.

Is this word used to express our emotion overused? I for one am guilty of using the word LOVE to express plenty of things in my life. But I feel that I do know what unconditional love means. I love my husband-unconditional love. I love my children- unconditional love. darn that can be tough during these teens years! ha ha

I love my family-unconditional love. another tough love at moments.

I love my bestest friend. no really I do and Gracie you know it!

I love puppy breath....I love daisies.....I love chocolate like no other human can.......I love the smell of spring time and the crisp autumn breeze......I love Christmastime......I love lavender and rosemary......I love the beach......I love antiques.......

Now that you had an overload of what I LOVE...... you get the picture.

My problem with this word LOVE is that I feel our society uses it entirely too much.

Of course this is only my opinon- I am not the LOVE word expert!

I listen and observe people on a daily basis. I hear "I just LOVE Tom's shoes. so do I but I can't afford them- yet. "I LOVE him, he is so funny!" "I just LOVE so-n-so, she is the nicest person on earth!" this is after the first initial meeting. "I LOVE my job". stop that!

"I LOVE doing nice things for people". truth or dare?

What pushed me to write this post is due to the amount of times a day, week, year I hear LOVE being thrown out into cyberspace.....greeting cards.....phone calls......conversations......etc.

Do we really feel the LOVE? Do we show it enough to that neighbor who bakes your family a casserole when you are sick? Do we show it to the elderly woman who is struggling with the grocery cart- or do you walk directly passed her without assisting? Do we show LOVE to our siblings after a disagreement regarding parents? Do we show it while sitting side by side on the metro with a Muslim? Do we show LOVE to God everyday? Or just when we need God in our lives the most?

I'm guilty of two of the above- I don't show it to my neighbor....their kids drive me crazy. I don't show it to God every single day of my life. LOVE. He was all about LOVE. He is LOVE. Unconditional LOVE.

A community garden of LOVE. I dream this....I see it.....I want to plant this garden right here in the metro community where I live and work. Where my children attend school. Where we shop, eat, walk the dog, greet the mailwoman, attend church. Isn't this what God wants from me? from us? Spread the LOVE and mean it? To show unconditional LOVE at all times.

I LOVE you. No...really I do!

Peace&LOVE

Lis

A Peaceful Day

2011-04-10T11:17:00.000-07:00

Today is my day to relax. To reflect. To cherish this sense of peace that I'm feeling.

God knew what he was doing from the very beginning.

He decided from the outset to shape the lives of those

who love him along the same lines as the life of his Son....

We see the original and intended shape of our lives there in him.

Romans 8:29

Love the Lord your God with all your heart

and with all your soul and with all

your mind and with all your strength.

Mark 12 :30 (NIV)

Give yourselves to God....

Surrender your whole being to him

to be used for righteous purposes.

Romans 6 :13

I will stop looking back with regrets.... or looking forward with fear....

and give the best I have today.

Lance Wubbles (Dance While You Can)

I will stop getting upset when things go wrong and my world is not what I want it to be.

I will find joy in life's challenges and risks and hopes.

Lance Wubbles (Dance While You Can)

A good read: Scars Of A Chef by: Rick Tramonto

This was on my to read list since my brother has been in this career.... after learning of Tramonto's experience in a car - while listening to a Christian radio program- has changed his life.

Dance my friends..... and have a peaceful day*

Lis

I am proof

2011-04-03T11:13:00.000-07:00

It's been 2 years since I was given this beautiful second chance at life.

My journey has grown. And while I continue to travel.....I may find myself at a dead end....jumping over a puddle or two.....knocking down road blocks. But my dark alley exist no longer.

I have never considered my life a dead end. A horror movie. I have never thought of hanging my head in sorrow to the point of taking my own life.

In my years of walking the non-Christian path....I have found those tempting idols that rejuvenated my being. Buddha. His large balloon like belly and enormous smile captured my heart. The walk of Buddha captured my happy-go-lucky lifestyle I was known for. The reincarnation of life- a butterfly- a ladybug- a hummingbird. To continue this walk would have thrown me into the depths of hell. Purgatory would not have grabbed ahold of my ankle. Buddhism and my lifestyle was going to kill me emotionally. Socially I was given the tools. I was garnished with the grace of my mother and the social-connection of my father.

I was given tools and guidance by my Catholic background. So why did I walk away?

I ran away from Christianity because of my lack of knowledge. Fear. A fear of God.

My free spirit and my lack of obedience gave to me a life -hanging by a thread.

Oh, I have never been in jail, so my disobedience came in the package of taking life by the horns and living large....living to the edge....carefree and in some areas careless.

I was young....I had friends by the dozens.....I had the life.

Even after a rotten marriage I managed to keep my life together. If not for me...then for those around me.

Two years ago when I became a believer, I still questioned what I was feeling. What I was truly believing in. Who was this man Jesus? How can it be possible that we can have a loving relationship with a God who we can't see? And how can He possibly love me back after all that I have done?

He did. He forgave me and I felt it. As much as I fought the emotion while listening to LW's worship team sing the lyrics "oh, no...never let go..." I completely fell apart. I didn't want to be seen....I didn't want my husband, my sister-in-law or my teens to see me break down in tears. What's wrong with me? Why was I not able to stop? What the heck just happened that my body was so out of my control. No...I wasn't failing around like a fish...I just couldn't control my tears I found hands on my shoulders and around my waist. My husband and my sister-in-law. I felt a soft touch on my back- someone I didn't know reached out to let me know - let go....let it out.....He is with you.

My journey continues. He is not finish with me yet.

Last evening as Football Superstar and I talked about his career ....sitting like ducks waiting to hear from the VP of a company......is he in...is he not in?! There was emotion released from both of us that was way overdue. We talked long into the night. Promising one another we will not go back there- the place where I tend to go- "why didn't we do this....why did we do that....". Football Superstar says to me "you know...we were meant to be placed together". Placed. What plan does He have for us. I was placed with my husband. I find that word to be interesting We were not meant to be just together...we were placed together.

We have been placed in a new state to start over, yet my journey doesn't start over, it continues.

I see it now....my life has been a journey from day one. From childhood to adult life. He was always with me. I know this now. I felt it...but never knew just what it was.

He has always been by my side...carrying me....protecting me.....correcting me.....guiding me.....loving me.

He always will.

I pray for my husband...my children...my family&friends...for peace....and I am guilty of praying for lesser things that truly have no meaning. I listen to Football Superstar talk about eternity....and I'm in awe with his strength. this is coming from a non-believer most of his life! How he talks about seeing our Heavenly Father one day..... when I still find myself cringing hoping that I am old and wrinkled when we meet. But today I reflect on my husbands words. What an awesome feeling to know that you will have eternal life with God.

Football Superstar has it right....we were placed together. Greatness has come out of our friendship...our relationship....this marriage.

What a journey this has been.

Funny...when I think of my father telling me I was unique in a way where life just flowed for me....I now know he wasn't talking about my free spiritedness of rebelling....or bouncing back from life's arrows..... I know now my father was talking about our Heavenly Father watching over me. Making mistakes. Making funny of a moment. Making life beautiful.

Making my life full of hope and promises. Reaching for that mountain when it's difficult.

We're heading up that mountain. I'm determined to be my Heavenly Father's obedient follower. I'm determined to grow up and take His word to others. I am proof. Believe.

God of wonders.

Peace&Love*

Ahh....what a day!

2011-03-26T07:42:00.000-07:00

I feel as if I'm out of circulation with my blogging world. My blogging sisters.... my favorite blogs that I love to read and grab inspiration.... my journal and my brain is filled with spiritual thoughts....draining ideas.....weakness and gloom. yes, gloom too

Where I should be thanking God for everything I have right at this moment.... I'm behaving like a spoiled little girl who just lost her tiara.

I must re-Jesus myself. thank you Pastor B.

I must reboot my spirituality and bounce back from what isn't happening in

my own little world- and realize things are happening around me to people.... horrible things....disasters and death. And there I sit on my cozy couch with a cup of Hazelnut coffee whining and complaining in my head....why, why not, and when's it gonna happen! sigh.

Humor has always been my pain reliever. I continue to carry my bottle of humor no matter where I go. So...without boring you with what needs to happen in my husbands career change.... let's just say I'm still laughing.... we are surviving these troubled waters.

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Here is one of my laughable relievers;

During my trip to Frederick with Gracie, LeeAnn we decided to head back to the parking lot where my car was parked. We are listening to her GPS system instruct on where to turn..... when I look over at my silly friend chat about how fun this day has been for her. How she needed to be with her BFF....long overdue....when oh, my gosh there it was...crawling slowly on the side of the drivers seat.... a very large Stink Bug! As everyone knows these armored critters are everywhere in the USA...it's an epidemic. And as much as I truly dislike these insects, I have never ever reacted like I did in her vehicle that day. I let out a scream as if there were a serial killer in the backseat! I am confident that my scream would have me in the next Steven King thriller Gracie didn't scream as I did...she yelled and I mean yelled back

"WHAT...WHAT....WHAT???????" Remaining on the road...she comes to a stop sign. Breathing heavy she continues to yell at me as if she were scolding a...well...really really naughty child! but she is laughing so hard too When she learns of the serial stinker stink bug.... she let's out some more cRaZed yelling.... as we look at our surroundings we notice we are no longer in Kansas anymore.... we are in a not so nice section of Frederick. We laugh..... laugh hard and long.

As for the stink bug... I took one of my Starbuck napkins and flicked it on the back floor of her vehicle.... and yes, I made Gracie find it on her own!!

Life Lesson: Never scream while in a moving vehicle!

Peace&Love,

Lis

Cute

2011-03-12T07:44:00.000-08:00

Signs You're a Tuned-Out Mom

*Gaga still makes you think of a toddler instead of a woman with a zipper eye patch urging you to just dance.

*Black Eyed Peas are, alas, tragically unpopular with tweens.

*Eminem? A sheer delight, proven to inspire kids to act more politely.

*Vampire Weekend; was that time your 12-year-old saw Twilight, then

spent all her waking hours pining for Robert Pattinson (and all her bedtime hours afraid to go to sleep) my personal favorite

*The Pussycat Dolls sound like the perfect holiday presents for your 5-year-old niece

Enjoy your weekend everyone!

I'm enjoying mine with Gracie!! It's a vintage girls weekend! aka LeeAnn

Love&Peace,

Lis

Is that child an original?!!

2011-03-06T11:03:00.000-08:00

Is he an original Prada? I love that daughter you're carrying, she is the perfect accessory!

I'm going to attempt to write my latest experience in the industry of child care.

I'll apologize now if any of my words offend mothers that just so happen to stumble upon my post...or those of my faithful readers who are mothers, I do hope you are not offended!

During a workshop this week the topic was: RAISING OUR FUTURE.

Most of the time I will admit I'm bored restless with workshops. If they are not hands on, or if the instructor does not hold my interest, I find my head spinning in thoughts of neverever land.

However this topic led into a heated conversation about todays parenting. We parents, us gals, yo' daddy....what ever your title- heads were on the chopping block!

Why? During the short 3 1/2 months that our Academy has been servicing military, professional, political and stay at home parents....we have found some and I say this loosely-some parents have shown a side of themselves that frankly, make it awkward for teachers to communicate with. Honestly, my only barrier is my lack of Russian and horrible French.

However, now that I am becoming familiar with other classrooms Apple Cheeks for one I find parents quoting certain things that have my head spinning with the other teachers.

Now, let's be honest here.....we have all at one time or another asked ourselves where these children came from.....and why did we have so many? I did today - ha ha

But I for one know why {we} had our children. I wanted to extend my family. I wanted to be a mommy. I wanted to nurture and raise loving caring children- in a loving and caring environment.

So as our instructor opened up the window of opportunity for us to chat about what our experiences have been with parents- one teacher spoke of her experience(s) with parents who talk about their children as if they were a fashionable accessory. She informed us how parents are so addicted to facebook and tweeting about how their children are tiring and if they are lucky to get through the next few years, they may consider having another child. ?? I wasn't really shocked then by our instructors reaction. She claims that in a DC poll there has been a high percent of young married couples having children in order to add to the appearance and social club status of their lifestyles. I laughed so loud that the instructor looked over at me....I apologized but stated that my oldest daughter is an import and my other two kiddo's are American made. She laughed.... but quickly reminded me that the parents I come in counter with now are not looking at life the same way we have 10-20 years ago. Okay, is this instructor trying to say I'M OLD! No.... later found out she is a Christian and was merely pointing out that family values are gone. Sitting at the table having conversation is gone. Selfishness is in.

Self centeredness is chic. Asking your children to sit at the table to eat is taboo...allowing them to run around the house eating is cool. Why? Because they are an accessory. They are beautiful, adorable, long eye lashed prima donna's in their Gucci jackets and Janie & Jack jeans.

This is sad to me. As the week continued I tried to listen to my parents. To survey them quietly.

Yes, it's in my classroom too. The 4 year old with a cell phone. The 4 year old with a flat screen TV in his room....or make that in the bathroom so he can watch Spider Man over and over as he takes a bubble bath. The little 4 year old who had a birthday party at Cookology which could be mistaken for a bridal shower! I wasn't invited to this one...but I do hope to make the next just to photograph for your enjoyment!

After our session ended....I spoke with my co-teacher about her experiences. She truly believes that we are in the land of technology and it is leading to the lack of parenting. I'm not sure that she is 100% accurate....but I do stop to think about how many times I watch a parent arrive at the Academy to drop off or pick up their accessory..... the phone is plugged into their ear....fingers typing 60 words per minute texting..... and all their little one wants to do is show them the awesome painting they created today. This can be heard..." oh, great...more trash for me to deal with".

I'm not sure about you....but my kids do not make great accessories for me. China Doll cramps my style with her teenage "tude" and Freckle Boy's unique physique makes him look as if we have been adding steroids to his bowl of Cheerios. Apple Cheeks well....let's just say she is a very cute 4 year old and looks even cuter in her Hello Kitty accessories..... the only accessory I truly need to wear when I prance out and about is my wedding ring. And with that maybe a cute new pair of Tom's.

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I need to post something less negative next time!

And for those of you who commented and are praying for Gracie LeeAnn is her real name thank you from the bottom of our hearts! You ladies (and Jeff) are wonderful blogging friends!

"For every minute you are angry, you lose sixty seconds of happiness."

-- Ralph Waldo Emerson

Happy week to you all!

Peace&Love,

Lis

Friendship

2011-02-27T10:36:00.000-08:00

Friendship comes in all shapes and sizes..... race or culture.......long hair or short.....neighbor or distance between......no matter how you describe your friend, there is nothing like having one. or 2,3, or4 Just ask the two above- that would be Samuel and September Moon. What tempted me to write about friendship and post these particular photos is due to my recent conversations with my Gracie. My dear Gracie is going through something at this time in her life....it's personal.....it's heart breaking......it's not what any woman wants from her marriage.... I'm trying to keep her spirits up.....I'm trying to make her laugh as I always have done in 22 years.....I'm trying to be a friend.

Like any friendship, it takes patience and understanding. There are boundaries and there is trust. Like a marriage

There are moments of frustration and there are memories that can be made into precious stepping stones. In a friendship- the relationship is formed, molded, sewn or stitched.

I like to think of my friendship with Gracie as a tapestry that has been created over the past 22 years. In this tapestry there have been threads that came loose....we mended the torn threads....there have been new memories added to our tapestry as well. We have been able to watch this tapestry of friendship catch us when we fall, when we failed, when we traveled through some of the darkest hours of our womanhood wrapping us in comfort.....this tapestry has given us such a cozy feeling.....it has caught the rain for us while antiquing on an October day......it has been used for Chinese food evenings and apple dumpling mornings.

Now, when my friend needs me the most.....I found myself running out of tapestry. I have tried so hard to say and do the "right thing" for her. For us, for our friendship

I try to avoid saying "things will get better", "look at your future"...... oh, please

What I'm trying to say to her is what helped me get through some of my hours of weakness....my moments of doubt and not too long ago, my fear(s) of everything coming to a dead end after so much planning and changes that have been made.

Removing ourselves from the turmoil that we have found in our lives, whether we created it or someone has placed us in the messiness - and place our trust in Him is the only way.

I ask you.... will you place Gracie in your prayers? I love her like a sister and it hurts in my heart to see her suffer in sadness. She knows me all too well.... she knows I've been down this road a long long time ago.... and she knows I got through it. But when the "shoe is on the other foot" I dislike cliches it is much harder to digest what others are saying, advising, suggesting..... all we can do is listen.
Like a good friendship~ China Doll and her BFF are proud to be sewing their memories into the tapestry.
"Gracie & a little Apple Cheeks with me on our opening day of Simple Dimple! {5/2008}
Family tapestry is just as beautiful..... my Eva and I. Eva is not only beautiful on the outside, she is the most genuine person I think my family {as well as Gracie} has ever been blessed to have in our lives.

As you see....friendship comes when you least expect it. Apple Cheeks is posing with a band member of The Dialogue. This band member and Apple Cheeks formed a friendship from first sight..... as you can see, she became the bands official PR girl! Gracie's son is the lead singer!

Friendship. Now, I'm going to pick up the phone and call Gracie...... my friend.

Peace&Love,

Lis

What am I thinking...more importantly, what do you think?

2011-02-18T16:20:00.000-08:00

> This was me today. Well, it's not actually me, it's Apple Cheeks- however I thought her expression could pretty much sum up how I felt during my work day.

All week!

Perhaps I could get some help here from my blogging friends. I'm feeling as if I'm all over the map with my emotions....guilt, anger, frustration, fear which then leads into exhaustion, more guilt, blame game wrapped up in a brown paper package tied up with string.........

It's my job.

*Guilt has surfaced because I am now working full time- Apple Cheeks is in preschool full time-

she is adjusting "okay" for the most part~ but there are moments of frustration when she wants to be home with mommy...... like at the "old house" back in PA..... and then this is when my frustration tips the scale. I'm feeling frustrated because I don't know how to balance my work time and my home time. I did it before.... why can't I do it now? Is it because I was home for almost 6 1/2 years with my older kids and 4 of Apple Cheeks 4 1/2 years? I should be able to juggle everything....after all I'm SuperWoman! um... no I'm not

I begin to feel fear when I can't accomplish my schooling. My classes are not challenging....but I struggle to stay on task. my teens are told they will succeed in school/college when they apply themselves why am I not able to tell myself the same?

I'm exhausted by the time I get home from school. My students are draining. yes, even my precious "V" from Russia makes me feel as if I just received my first concussion

I requested a teachers aid. Was refused. I requested a part time "floater" for those hands on moments when my non-English students need my undivided attention. no can do for you

I blame myself because I wanted THIS job! I wanted to be part of a brand new ACADEMY.

Who did I become- George Bailey?

I wish I had a million dollars!

I've been eating lunch alone. I like that

I've been sneaking into a closed off classroom to hide from my co-teachers to eat in peace.

I've been texting my husband in tears- and he is unable to text me back because of his busy schedule.

I've made some decisions.

*I'm going to place my classes on the back burner. to simmer not to spoil

*I'm planning on applying for job positions within the enormous school districts throughout the DC Metro area and Northern VA. it could take 2 years or more!

**My goal is to land a position within a public school in order to match the schedules of my children. the Academy is open year round- they run a summer camp

**Once I get there....I will get back on track with my classes.

Football Superstar feels this is important not only for our kids, but for me. He sees right through me. As much as I try to not complain and whine I do. And he never once serves me a plate of cheese and crackers with my whining.

We were both in this decision to move together. And it was the best decision we made. 100% the best

I guess all this whining is due to my job. I give my sister(s) an earful..... I give Gracie earfuls too.... and now I'm giving you an earful. oh lucky readers!!!!!!

I feel as if I was given an earful during my interview and during corporate training that now those promises are not being kept. such as my class tuition reimbursement!!!

As I write in my prayer journal each night- asking for yet another chance in the work field- I feel selfish and childish. I feel perhaps I need to stop whining and be thankful for what God has given me {us} these past few months. We are here. We asked for guidance in our decision to move. We were given such an opportunity- why am I complaining? Especially when there are thousands of people out of work- in need- and lost.

Maybe I just cracked an egg on my own head. Wake up girl! I'm giggling because the Dove candy wrapper that I ate today said this: NO LIMITS FOR TODAY

Should I frame this wrapper? Or do I just frame my prayers and goals?

Care to meet me for a cup of java and chat? wouldn't that be fun!

Would love to hear your thoughts!

Have a wonderful weekend...... it feels like spring here!

*And just for the record.... Apple Cheeks was not pinched in the photo above. It was taken during one of her potty breakdowns!

Peace&Love,

Lis

Francesca Battistelli- This Is The Stuff

2011-02-05T08:02:00.000-08:00

It's 8:45~ China Doll needs to be at her high school to catch the bus at 9:00 with the rest of her gymnastics team. Today is Districts.

As China Doll is grabbing her gym bag she says to me "oh yeah, Mom I need....." and begins to ramble a few items NOT in the gym bag! What??? Why didn't you inform us last night? You know when we said "anything else needed?"!! Okay no problem, I grab the stuff needed....we head out the door.....Apple Cheeks stops dead in her tracks because a squirrel is in her way.....OMGOSH it's a squirrel not a grizzly bear, let's go! We get into the car..... we are heading over Loudoun County Parkway when China Doll says "are we going to make it?"

I take a deep breath pretending this gorgeous living breathing daughter of mine did not just ask me this....... oh, great....traffic! I manage to get China Doll into the BR parking lot at 9:02 on the dot!

Apple Cheeks and I are heading home...... as we are I begin to make yet another mental note in my head of what I will need to do before heading to this gymnastic meet. I hit a huge pot hole!

In all areas why would a huge pot hole be here on this brand new 1 year old road?!

Football Superstar is at work and will not be pleased if I call giving him news of a blown out tire. brand new tires that is

Okay....no blown out tire....things are good..... what the what?! Now I know why Canadian Geese can take down a jet plane......I've never seen so many gosh darn big birds in all my life!

Coming out of the Redskins Park were and I'm not joking at least 50 Canadian Geese!

What was their plan runs through my head? They stay put but my heart was in my throat....and to top if off I then noticed that I was driving 45 in a 25 mile zone!

As I began to squabble using the words "this stuff drives me crazy!" my sweet calm 4 year old says to me "mommy, just like the song" and she begins to sing to me!!!! Laughter with a poke of tears happy tears got us home. The meet doesn't officially begin until 1:00. Ahhh.......

Enjoy your weekend.

PS: Be sure to read Ramblergirl- her latest post Hating Hope is a good read!

I have read so many awesome post this morning..... thanks for sharing!

Peace&Love,

Lis

Living on the Edge

2011-02-01T14:30:00.000-08:00

Living on the Edge.

Living life with Purpose.

Sunday service message from Pastor K. Like Pastor S., he is strong willed- determined to touch the lives of the broken people- those is mass numbers in his auditorium. 2,500 at best

On this day, teens take over the auditorium. The jr.&sr. high teens from Edge. My daughter is one of them.

This was our message:

There is a BATTLE for the HEARTS and SOULS of OUR YOUNG PEOPLE.

The most important thing you can do is invest your life in the next generation.

Follow my example, as I follow the example of Christ.

1 Corinthians 11:1

Bottom line is we need to be willing to change because unless you are completely turned off from society- things are changing rapidly. The church must understand the changes- there is a battle going on in the lives of our young generation. Our youth. Our future leaders.

Connecting with our youth shows that we believe in them.

No matter what your label reads- we need to invest in our young generation now. Adapt and sacrifice to touch them. Here is a story that was shared~

A 70 year old woman came to follow Christ. She asked her Pastor "what can I do to make up from the time that I did not follow Christ....that I was not living as He did.....loving, caring, giving....." Her Pastor suggested she "invest" in the college students that live in her community. She decided to make cards and walk through the college campus handing out invitations to all who passed by. Invitation to her home for tea every day beginning at noon.

The first day the woman made a pot of tea, plated scones- and waited. No students came.

The woman returned to the campus handing out invitations and even posted a few on boards in the dorm entrances. Day two. No students. After 16 days she returned to her Pastor asking rather discouraged- "do I continue". Her Pastor agreed. Day 17. The door bell rang- as the woman answered the door a young Vietnamese student stood at her door. He introduced himself explaining he was homesick. They enjoyed tea and scones with conversation that led into Christ. The next day- the young student was back with a friend. For the next 10 years this woman was hosting afternoon tea with the college students. At the age of 80, she passed away. This woman, who invested in our youth....had over 100 pallbearers {friends}. She made a difference.

After listening to this story, through the tears, I thought to myself- Have I invested in our youth? I try to stay up to date with their music, {it's difficult when they change their selection month-to-month} their style of fashion, their girlfriends/boyfriends, gasp their facebook pages and their texting. However, trust comes to mind when raising teens. We have our family discussions.....they know their boundaries.....and they will know their own guilt when the boundaries and trust is broken. But knowing the youth that surround me daily, weekly, and even on weekends I'm not sure. I don't want to embarrass China Doll or Freckle Boy by asking the ice breaking question(s) to their friends in my home...... and frankly I wouldn't want to embarrass myself by conducting a "strip search" of their souls!

It's the young generation that I see outside of my home. At work. At the mall. Pulling up beside me at the traffic light in their cute little Audi.

China Doll mention to me today that she told her "boyfriend" my eyes are rolling she would rather just date and not be in a relationship. What? I'm sorry...we had no idea you were in a relationship? Did the boy? And how did you explain this to "P"? I sent a message through facebook. Oh, geez poor guy. Then again..... I remember passing a note to a friend so another friend could give it to the guy that I just wanted to "date" and not have a relationship with in school! OMGOSH!

Freckle Boy tells me he is tired of girls just wanting to "talk about dating" for a month or so before they actually begin dating! I gotta love this kids honesty....he is a lot like his father!

No matter how my teens inform me of their love interest again I gasp our job is to listen. To support - guide- and with a dash of seasoning tweak their lingo. that's guiding right?

Thoughts of the service again make me think......

Stepping off the edge for our kids today may just save their souls.

As the closing of service came there was a roar from our young teens in the auditorium.

I began to cry. I began to think there is hope. Role models who step off the edge to save this generation. I'm planning on stepping off the edge. Now, I may need to be reminded with my own kids that I'm stepping off the edge - not pushing them off the edge!

I'm worried about this generation. Their relationships with people. Their priorities.

Their need to feel loved- feeling worth- feeling accepted.

Pastor K. gave us something from his Bucket List- WE CAN AND WE WILL RAISE UP A GENERATION OF PASSIONATE WORLD CHANGERS- IT IS "DO OR DIE"!

Are you with me? yes

God does not call us to live a life of comfort, but to live life on the EDGE.

Peace&Love,

Lis

My Anthem

2011-01-29T11:39:00.000-08:00

Question of the week.

2011-01-22T09:05:00.000-08:00

Lately, I've been so caught up in life....that I haven't been reading my favorite blogs, nor have I been writing from my journal or my wee thoughts.

Life seems to be flashing past me like the traffic on route 28. without a traffic jam that is

A conversation I had recently with an acquaintance triggered this post.

Three questions..... one answer? I couldn't do it. I'm not good at giving short answers and I certainly can not tell you a story without every single detail. I set the scene....to the point where you may even be able to smell, taste, see and hear! so I've been told

1. What makes you happy?

*Happiness {happy - adjective} having a sense of satisfaction/standard of: Happy with his performance.

Well, I could rattle off plenty of things that make me happy. {loving husband, healthy children,loving family members, warm home to live in, food, car, job!, my friends, my.......}

But what she was asking is what truly makes me happy.

My life. The life I was given. Would I and could I be happy without the above? If something should happen to my husband, my children, my family, my job, could I continue to live happily? Well, loaded question. Am I able to answer truthfully I ask myself. We only have 55 minutes left on the clock and I so want to finish my peanut butter sandwich! The Jeopardy tune plays in my mind....... Yes. Would I be heartbroken, would I be torn and confused, would I be angry at God and feel the selfishness of loss? YES. Would my life continue? YES.

I'm learning. I'm maturing in His Word. I find myself not thinking of a tragic moment in my life. Yet I know it's at the tip of our fingers. He can place us in the most tragic of situations -or not. I'm not in control which took me years to learn. Am I saying that I can handle anything thrown my way? Never ever- ever would I say this. I can't. I'll look for the nearest exit sign or take the alleyway just to escape the thought of loss. The {un}happy place we humans never place ourselves. The black zone we dare not visit. I've been there and blamed everyone including God. I refused to return.

Now...back to the question. The word happiness to me is overused. Way too much thought goes into What Makes Us Happy and not enough goes into what can we do to make someone else happy. What action can I do today to create happiness in the physical act. Why not a smile? Why not opening the door for the mother of 4? Why not allowing someone to step in line ahead of you?

Those small acts can and will put a smile on YOUR face. If the other person does not thank you, or smile.....it shouldn't matter. It made me feel good to do it. Especially when my children are with me. They see their parents positive role in our not so positive society.

#2. So, what you are saying is that no material thing would make you happier?

yes....you allowing me to eat and enjoy my brown bag lunch!!

Happier? MMmm....... maybe more door holding?! She laughed, but it was forced.

I stressed that heading out to purchase a car and not having a car payment would be great- but wouldn't make my life happier. I stressed to this young {much younger than I} woman that having a new pair of those cute Prada sneakers for work would be cool- but would not make me happier. I stressed having all 3 of my kids receive full college scholarships would be awesome- but not make my life happier. Higher pay wouldn't hurt- but certainly will not make me super duper happy and my life complete.

#3. Are you making this up?

Ouch!

Perhaps there is a learning experience in this question. At one time in my life, I too wanted to ride on the Happy Train. Travel, cool apartment in NYC, handsome prince, awesome sports car, $$$.....if all else fails eat chocolate. Well, I did get my handsome prince...... but it took years to get where I am today. Mountains to climb and wild roller coaster rides to endure.

My early post talk about that. As I listen to others speak of what makes them happy- what they need in their lives- what they could not endure.....I think back to my past. Before I had regret. And even though I would remove a few years from my life's journey to tweak them.....I certainly can say with all honesty that I have remained happy. Sadness crept into my life, pain and heart ache. Death and loneliness.

In pursuit of happiness.....we, our society takes large chunks of stuff to create happiness in our lives. We forget what is important. We lose perspective. We just don't bother thinking of anything outside of our own box.

Football Superstar has an Egyptian barber. He is a Christian. His stories are so awesome to hear and his life's journey is an amazing one. Hanni is young. He is married with 2 children.

He works hard and works long hours in this metropolitan shop. He always has a smile on his face. As my husband puts it- Hanni is one happy guy!

Life Lesson: Question #4. Why is Hanni so happy?

Peace&Love

Lis

Been Thinking....

2011-01-08T07:35:00.000-08:00

I've been doing a lot of thinking.....during work.....while in the car......while loading the dishwasher and even while falling asleep. I would think by now, my think tank would be empty. My mind has become a wondering wonderland. The questions that pop up in my wondering wonderland are of all sizes and shapes. can you tell I'm teaching preschoolers?

Speaking of my preschoolers....my mind questions them as well. My main responsibility for these darlings is to be giving them a safe environment as well as a consistent and harmonious environment to walk into every morning. Am I able to do so? Yes. Am I able to reward, remind, hug, correct, and hand out large doses of TLC? Yes. My question is the boundaries. Where does the boundary line in my classroom meet the home stretch where these children live. Okay, I'm confusing you I'm sure. My classroom rules are nothing out of the ordinary. I ask they use their "walking feet". No running. Sharing is caring. Hands to ourselves. Putting items back after each use. Pretty basic stuff I think. MMmmm....no? I've had parents hand over information to me lately regarding their child that makes my head spin. I just hope as they are speaking to me, my eyes are not as large as they seem to be.

My question is this; could this be a generation thing, or am I just thinking I was too strict with my own children? Okay, I'll answer this question for you. NO I am not too strict with my own children it MUST be a generation thing. I have always wondered why parents complain about their children after the fact they have the damage done. Why would anyone permit their four year old to remain awake as everyone else in the house is sleeping. What is that child doing alone for several hours until he falls asleep? Oh, silly me....he's watching TV in his room or playing with his favorite video game, or cell phone. Yes, cell phone. Texting? I can't get texting down to a science yet- what is this four year old doing?! Who is he texting? I know Diego doesn't have a texting plan, he is too busy saving animals.

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Moving on to the teens. I also have questions popping into my wonderland about teens today. What truly makes them happy. Once again, I am not saying my children are the perfect images of 4, 15 & 16 year olds. The are not. I repeat they are not! laughing

They are however learning the boundaries. The rise and fall of success. Where it comes from what is truly is. Some of their friends have everything. Everything from the newest car to the $700 cell phone. From plastic money to wads of $100's just to go to Pot Belly. Of course I don't have the wads of $100's to go into Pot Belly just to order a deli sandwich and Coke, and I certainly do not have the $700 cell phone. But these kids do....we see it every day. I see it as I take China Doll to school activities or into Starbucks to meet her friends before they head over to the ice rink. Freckle Boy has a friend show up in a 2011 Jetta. While our kids get an allowance to participate in these outings with friends.....I question it as well. We are trying very hard to help our children understand the importance of money. Hard earned money or inherited money, it's all the same. You eventually need it for something other than a latte or Hollister jeans. You'll need it in many areas for your life. Yet money will not make you truly happy. I see teens becoming absorbed with monetary gifts.....allowing people to "buy" their love through gifts. Our teens see this and they know the differences, yet it is so tempting for them when this does occur.

China Doll had a conversation with her Uncle D* the other morning regarding this economy.

She's getting it. I'm glad. She is seeing the other side. And I should say not all of her comrades are drowning in the "I want, I want" pool. Most of her friends are just like her. They look awesome in their trendy clothes, and they do have the cell phone that isn't something Grandma Ice Cream or Pop Pop would use.....but they get it. They appreciate what they are receiving, even though it may come with small print. Our small print for them is to remember the importance of what life is truly about. What is the true focus here. Is it Hollister or Verizon? Is it Diego or Guitar Hero?

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Adults. This post is getting longer than I wanted. Now that I am back in the work field, I am surrounded by many, many personalities as well as cultures. It's cool. I'm enjoying my new friends from Russia, El Salvador and DC Metro!

Yet some of the surroundings are not always positive as we know. I'm not expecting Utopia, I'm an adult, I know what is out here in our world. But it will continue to amaze me on what we do to each other and to ourselves. Ignorance is bliss..... no it isn't.

I love the song "My own little world" by Matthew West. The lyrics speak with enormous power of what our society walks to. Population Me.

I won't continue rambling on about us adults. You know it as well as I do. I've read some very awesome post lately from my blogging sisters. And you know I love you all! Your words of encouragement and pure honesty means so much to me. So, with that said....thank you for reading my wondering wonders.

Life Lessons: Not to worry about the wonders.

Peace&Love,

Lis

A Gift

2010-12-26T07:55:00.000-08:00

I wasn't sure if this post would actually make it from mind- to key board- to publish post.

But after much thought this morning over a cup of Vanilla Hazelnut coffee and Walkers shortbread {a teacher gift from my sweet little French student} I decided why not share my thoughts with you.

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This Christmas season came up on us like a sneaky snake. It slithered rather quickly for me, and I'm guessing it was due to our move. We no sooner get settled in.....we find Thanksgiving approaching. After Thanksgiving, I still had no set plans for gifts, family visits, baking cookies, baking breads...... I was caught up in the here and now. My job, classes that have not been completely organized {no blame here, just saying} my daughter the gymnast and her newly broken nose, with that broken nose came doctor visits, parties and other teenage girl get-togethers. Our Christmas tree looks like I shook the living daylights out of it. I didn't.....our cat for whatever reason took a disliking to this particular tree. She attacks it. ? I have no idea why....she never bothered our other {non perfect trees} but this year our tree looks very much like the sick wobbly needle lacking tree Charlie Brown took back to his friends at the school Christmas pageant. I did make it a point to have our holiday movie nights with munchies- turning on the lights- candles filling the room with cinnamon and vanilla aromas- but with all that, deep inside of me there was something brewing. Perhaps with everything that was not going exactly according to my plan, I was being thrown off the Polar Express. MMmmm.... well here goes the tears.

Football Superstar and I made an agreement that we will not purchase gifts for one another this Christmas. With our move, we both agreed that our financial commitments were to go towards the "PriorityList" not our "Santa List". I could certainly promise this to my husband, but could he to me? Yes, he was in full agreement. I jokingly made him sign a "contract" with China Doll as a witness. As we continued on with our days I never once had a twinge of guilt or a moment of weakness where I thought about heading out to the outlets or the mall to purchase my deserving husband a Christmas gift. Until the morning of Christmas!

Funny, Football Superstar and I were up before the kids!

We were brewing coffee, waiting for everyone to wake up to begin our morning of creating new memories in our new home here in Virginia.

I - like a snake- slithered around to make sure there was no gift box with my name on it- breathing a heavy sigh of relief when the lone gift under the tree was for Sam. Somehow he missed the one important doggy treat that Santa placed in his stocking.

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Christmas night we are driving home from Pennsylvania. Our girls are sleeping in the back of the car, we have soft music playing on the radio, and our conversation on the day took a rest.

I'm looking out the window as we head into Frederick- I can see homes with lights that were amazing and other homes that were bare. I looked at the mountains that lined the wide farmlands of Maryland. It was then I began to reflect on my past Christmases. The shopping, the gift hiding, the "honey do please" list, the family gatherings that were cemented in concrete,

the headaches after the night was over, and where I've come at this time in my life.

I look over at this man driving us home. I think of how enormous his shoulders are. He carries a large weight on those shoulders. He carries more than I can or could ever imagine.

He places everyone else before himself. His children are his pride and joy, but you will never hear him brag to others. He tells his mother that he loves her each time they end a phone conversation and as he hugs her goodbye. He thanks her. He thanks his children. He thanks his wife and he thanks his God. My husband has taken on a risk while moving his family. He did it for his family. Opportunities not just for us, but for our children. Schools, colleges, future career opportunities for them as well.

What could I ask for next Christmas? I get a gift from my husband every day of the week. Every year. Here is a man I can trust. He loves me unconditionally - flaws and all. He will go without so others can have. He is honest and humbled. He will tell you that he is so far from perfect because no one is perfect. But frankly, I disagree with him.... my children and I see he is the "perfect" of what we need in a husband and father.

This week I had a very horrible experience with a person who was showing nothing but pure selfishness. Pure and raw ignorance of mankind. When I was angry and ready to bite, my husband knew how to support me with compassion and encouragement. No bandaids were placed- only the knowledge of what is important. So you see, I receive gifts from my husband more than I can count. He gives me "gifts" each day. And I'm not the only one in this family who receives these gifts. My family members and close friends receive them as well.

A friend just recently said to me how lucky I am. I already knew this thank you, but after listening toMeg's words again- she is so correct. I am a very lucky woman.

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By the time we arrived home, unpacked the car and attended to our hungry pets- I was feeling warm inside. While everyone else went to bed, I took Sam out for one last potty break.

The moon was hidden by clouds, but the scene was beautiful. I took in the colors of the townhouses in our community that were lit up like a Dickens village. As I walked Sam around the path of lights, again Meg's words continued to tell me just how lucky I am.

And I am.

Hoping everyone had a very Merry Christmas and have a wonderful New Year*

Peace&Love,

Mrs. Lucky

Scrap Book

2010-12-26T07:38:00.001-08:00

*My pride and joy {the kids...not the Pillow Pet!}
*Coachman and his wife
*Hanging out at Grandma Ice Creams

2010-12-26T07:34:00.001-08:00

*Apple Cheeks with Pop Pop
*Freckle Boy reading to his little Apple Cheeks
*Velcro Sisters
*Christmas Eve service
*Christmas Eve service

2010-12-26T07:28:00.000-08:00

*Apple Cheeks liked the Christmas display at Nordstrom
*Apple Cheeks excited to see Santa....{our 7 1/2 hour wait}
*Kris Kringle/Santa Claus/Papa Noel/St. Nick the man of the hour........
*Turned into this........ {note my expression after 7 1/2 hours of waiting our preschooler decided she did not want to sit on his lap (a first) so she recited her wish list from 2 feet away}

Scrap Book

2010-12-26T07:20:00.001-08:00

*China Doll with broken nose
*China Doll prepping for bars
*Team work! {and before the broken nose}
*Bridal Shower for Ms. Hillary {2nd from left}

Scrap Book

2010-12-26T07:18:00.001-08:00

*Please do not wake me......
*Which one is the real September?
*Purrfection!

Grey Poupon?

2010-12-11T07:22:00.001-08:00

This has been a very interesting week for me at the Academy. boy do I need to get back into the gym as well

For the most part, I am enjoying this new position as preschool teacher. I'm in a fresh new building, decorated with educational visuals and plenty of tools for my little students.

I'm surrounded by the smell of new construction and it's tiny errors too. I did say tiny right?

At this early time of the Academy's enrollment, I only have 3 children in my classroom. Adorable bright faces that greet me.... they are ready to play in the sensory table with sand, pom-poms, colored water or whatever their teacher decides to take a risk in adding to this ever popular table. My risk is never dull for these darling eager-to-learn little people.

There is only one problem. I do not speak French nor do I speak Russian. "T" is French and "V" is Russian. I found a French language travel book that my father-in-law had stashed away, so now I'm able to find some useful words.

On a good note, both students have parents who are very accommodating and helpful in this transition not only for their children, but for the teacher! Now, I'm waiting for the little Italiano or China Doll to enroll that'll be right up my avenue!

This experience for me is very cool. I wanted diversity- and I've been given an opportunity that is not only educational- this experience is giving me an internal growth. I've been surrounded by diversity in my life many times. My own family is diverse. But when you get the opportunity to have such touching experiences- it's a gift. These children who are in my care while their parents travel to DC, Maryland or only down the road to the Tech office....are trusting in me to give them security and loving arms to run to when they feel sad. With this language barrier, you would think these little people who know me only for a short period of time wouldn't be able to feel this sense of security from a woman who speaks no French or Russian. Instead....they feel it. They see my smile and my open arms anxiously waiting their good morning hugs.

For "T" and this teacher..... as we interact in the Drama Center..... I teasingly ask him for Grey Poupon!

He smiles..... hands me a plastic play kitchen bowl and tells me to manger. meaning to eat

And I'm getting paid for this!

As I continue to work towards a new degree, I sometimes wonder if I should be looking to change careers. Well, it's not exactly a complete career change, I'll still work with children.

Art Therapy is not sitting and having Grey Poupon with a little man named "T".

In my heart I know what I'm being driven....guided to do. My purpose.

But until I complete my schooling....and move towards a new career location.....I will absorb all the wonders of childhood. I will embrace these new languages and cultures with pure celebration. As any mother who returns to work- we never take our family members especially our children for granted. Like our families....I will not take these young children and their families for granted. They are not only learning from me....I am learning from them.

I decided to ask each of my (3) families to share with me their holiday celebrations during this winter season. "O" is from England, and celebrates Christmas. And thank heavens "O" is a little girl! I need someone to assist in the tea party, while we have that Grey Poupon!

I'm here. And it's wonderful. even in the moment of chaos

Apple Cheeks is adjusting to her classroom schedule. She is meeting friends in her class from India, Korea and as she puts it....Virginia!

China Doll is surrounded in high school by a rainbow of students. She is feeling blended.

Today is Saturday. Now I can look forward to the weekends like most of the working world.

Today will be full..... but will not be taken for granted.

Life Lesson: Teaching = Learning from those who surround you.

Peace&Love,

Lis

Just Believe

2010-12-04T07:46:00.000-08:00

It's the season of believing. It's the season of giving. It's the season of love and laughter.

It's the season of delicious aromas baking in the oven.

Sadly, it's the season of plastic, commercial, over the top gifts, pillow pets, snugglies, high tech, and not to mention get-a-better-bargain when you shop at midnight.

I've always enjoyed Thanksgiving. Never did I plan to run out at the stroke of midnight to fight a snarling vicious crowd of female shoppers just to save a few dollars. Even before I became a believer- I always considered Thanksgiving a holiday to be thankful....no matter what our belief or worship....our society places the most unusual on their priority list.

Christmastime has always been my favorite season. It has given me such memories and traditions. Years past....I incorporated my families traditions into my own family. My Mothers. My memories of a young child, or teen and even well into my twenties..... Christmastime has always triggered such wonderful memories for me.

Before coming into faith, my home was filled with the joy of trimming a large perfectly shaped Blue Spruce. Baking cookies with homemade hot chocolate. Christmas music playing in the background. Family and friends joining in for the festive moment(s).

And today.... you can still find a Blue Spruce. I prefer imperfections these days. We have the nativity scene, as well as a large ornament of Santa Claus kneeling beside baby Jesus. I'm still baking cookies and making hot chocolate. Still having family and friends joining in. I'm all about the music. I found a DC radio station that plays holiday music 24/7! My teens find themselves drowning in my singing....but I don't care. These are the moments I remember and they will too.

And today....you will hear the story of Jesus. We blend the beauty of the holiday season with the birth of Christ and St. Nicholas. Funny....just like my parents did. I remember a beautiful nativity scene sitting directly under our large Blue Spruce. I remember so clearly because I would take the baby Jesus and place him into my Barbie house.

Apple Cheeks is getting both of what her parents had as children and her older siblings have become to understand.

I remember listening to my father tell the story of La Befana who arrives on the eve of Epiphany. My mother read stories of St. Nicolas of Myra. These were stories that made traditions in our home.

While trimming the tree, placing the nativity in a safe place our cat tends to take baby Jesus now we have the balance our family needs- what our family wants. What my children will carry on hopefully into their own families.

This weekend begins a weekend of movie marathons. Tonight; Polar Express.

One of my favorites. I have so many favorites I really can't place just one on the Top 100 List!

As my husband would tell you...."every movie is her favorite". I can recite lines....I know the lyrics to all songs.....I know character names, possibly their address! just kidding.

The Polar Express not only brings magic, innocence and joy to children viewing- it brings a message. Believe. I'm a 40 something old believer.

As Hero Boy has doubts. The conductor punches Hero Boys ticket; BELIEVE.

Believing is in our hearts. It's to be riding on a train all year long. Not just because it's the season.....not due to the plastic snowmen covering your neighbors yard. Clark Griswald come to mind? Seeing is believing. And sometimes believing, is in what we can not see.

I was once Hero Boy riding the train of doubt. My conductor was Pastor S. He punched my ticket....and as the conductor said to Hero Boy.....sometimes we must believe before we see.

Or as it was for me......awakened.

So for my Hero Boy or Hero Girl or even Billy friends..... may you too believe.

I'm off to prepare for tonights Polar Express magical moment.

Peace&Love

Lis

Confection = Reflection

2010-11-26T14:31:00.000-08:00

I actually have some time alone- no interruptions- nothing but background noise of the washing machine hitting it's spin cycle. My cat is curled up on a pillow sleeping. My dog is sleeping by the door waiting for the rest of his flock to return from shopping.

I took this alone time to bake some chocolate chip cookies. And this is not to be repeated because no one is to know the cookies will be stashed in my favorite hiding place!

As I'm baking I decided to pick up a book that was sent to us last Christmas season by our Alpha facilitators. I wasn't able to completely read through The Purpose Driven Life last year at this time. I guess one could say I wasn't a "stable believer".

As I'm reading chapter 18, there was this need to re-read again and again.

Life together. Fellowship. Experiencing life together in fellowship.

To me this was powerful. This is what kept my family attending Living Word. It was a community. It was our birth church. I miss LW. I miss my LW family.

We will be visiting China Doll's choice of church this Sunday- which we understand is very similar to LW.

"In real fellowship people experience authenticity".

"In real fellowship people experience mutuality".

"In real fellowship people experience sympathy and mercy".

If only everyone could experience such fellowship.

It's time to get back to baking..... I just felt the need to share my thought.

Peace&Love*

Lis

Two Weeks Down

2010-11-20T05:17:00.000-08:00

It's been two weeks exactly today that we have lived here in Virginia.

At times it seems we have been here longer..... some days usually while trying to figure out my way around it seems like only a day or two.

We are meeting more neighbors. Apple Cheeks met a new friend- "C". "C" is 5 years old and loves everything dinosaur! "C" likes to hike, run hard and talks a lot! something they have in common Yep, "C" is a boy! It was very cute how "C" would wait for Apple Cheeks to catch up while hiking. After all.... a ballerina always tip toes her way through a good hike!

We met "C" and his mommy while hiking around the Potomac River last Sunday. Apple Cheeks and "C" instantly became friends. "C"'s mommy and I hit it off too. We are looking forward to more play dates with "C".

China Doll.... for our teenager who was so worried about meeting new friends...there is a social calendar growing. During her first week of school- 3 days in she was invited to attend a BR's Theater Art presentation. Friday night football game.

And the big moment was her decision to join BR's gymnastic team! so much for not adjusting!

It's an adjustment not having Freckle Boy here weekly..... however we will see him on the weekends and with technology we can chat via cam. It still doesn't feel complete without him.

But he is doing well at Central....and is hoping to be scouted out by his favorite college football team.

Football Superstar and I are doing just fine too.

I have been attending corporate trainings these past few days. I had my first class this Thursday evening. It wasn't the best subject to begin with- child abuse. The Academy was finally turned over to our director....and next week I get to go in and prepare my classroom!

We officially open our doors to students November 29th- which is my first full day of teaching.

Apple Cheeks will attend the Academy with mommy- and will be in one of the two 4 year old programs. She too is looking forward to "big girl school".

As I sit here typing, I can look out from my computer desk with a view as beautiful as one of my father's paintings. It's amazing. What a gift.

While walking Sam we met some pretty friendly deer. They seem to be accustomed to people and their fur balls on leashes. Sam was giving them a deep woof at first....he now just greets them like any other neighbor.

For Sam, adjusting was better than we expected for him. Sadly, the week before our move we needed to make a decision to have our Football Superstars baby Heidi to sleep. Health issues occurred and it wasn't going to be fair to Heidi in this adjustment. Football Superstar took this much harder.....I however was not ready for this either, but I have been through this decision before with my other furbabies. It's never easy....no matter how prepared you are.

I'm stopping on this subject..... it still hurts to talk about.

And September..... she adjusted just fine. As long as she has one of many beds to snuggle on, a nice view of the outside and Fancy Feast to eat- life is grand!

Thanksgiving~ a time to be thankful~ a time to feel His grace~ a time for family&friends~

So much to be thankful here in Virginia!

Life Lesson: Count your blessings

Peace&Love,

Lis

Scrap Book

2010-11-17T07:49:00.001-08:00

*11/17/2010
*Huge shopping mall where China Doll wants to work
*Dulles Town Center/Dulles Airport

Scrap Book

2010-11-17T07:43:00.001-08:00

*Love these roads!
*View from our back balcony
*Taking a break from unpacking China Doll & Apple Cheeks
*Two tired puppies Apple Cheeks & Sam

Scrap Book- Meet Virginia

2010-11-17T07:38:00.001-08:00

* Grove of trees that line Redskins Park entrance
*Football Superstar gave a "2 minute warning" to snap this! He is not a Redskin fan
*George Washington University
*Our complex
*Welcome Home

All in a day in VA

2010-11-12T17:10:00.000-08:00

Well....make that week in VA.

I'm having trouble convincing myself that we have actually lived here in Virginia for one full week. Time flies when your moving!

For those of you who may not know what took place with my family..... we made a decision to relocate to Virginia. Football Superstar made a decision to change careers. Amen!

His new career choice; technology. Fantastic. Now where? PA? For someone who has been in the same career for almost 21 years this would be a little challenging. But not impossible.

But pretty much impossible in Pennsylvania. Especially the tech field he was targeting. Football Superstar decides to look into the federal government. With help huge help from a friend in the human resource department, resumes and letters of interest were created.

As job postings began to surface- as well as his interest..... the location(s) were mostly pointing South. As far south as Georgia.

We discussed options. If he should land a job in DC, he could always live with his brother who works in VA. Perfect. A week later we discussed this option again. Football Superstar knew in his mind he needed to make this career change...... and if it took relocation to do so then fine....but he couldn't be separated weeks at a time from his family.

Step two: We focus on a move after the new year. He lives during the week in VA or DC. By spring of 2011 we then make the plan to move our family.

Step three. there was no step three

During this time, I decided to check out career opportunities for myself. After all....it's been 6 years since I've worked out of the home. I was up against those young college grads with high spirits and chic career accessories. My chic career accessories where packed away in no-where-land. By convincing myself jumping back in the career field will take months...possibly a year to sign, seal and deliver I better start now. So I began typing and tweaking. with the help of our dear friend in the human service field I had the resumes of resumes!

I also decided to return to school. My goal is to teach art therapy for children in crisis.

So again, I begin to contact schools. And contact I did! I now have at least 7 different colleges contacting me bi-weekly. If not weekly. If I wouldn't know any better I would put money on it that my mother is behind the college contacts

At the same time I had two contacts from children's academy's. First Maryland. Second Virginia. Along came the third. Fourth. Now an art school called. What is going on?!

Young Rembrandt's from the Washington DC area contacted me by phone one afternoon while I was giving myself a facial. Try having an interview while your mud pack is cracking!

I wanted this position for the art teacher so badly I could taste it. Things began to sound way too good..... the salary {sweet}.....the hours {perfect} ..... paid tuition for my classes {can you say AWESOME}...... when do I begin?....... they needed me November 8th. What?!

Where do I live? What happened to spring 2011? What happened to "I'm too old to compete with chic career accessories"?

Things began to snowball from there. I was getting job hits, school offers or is that job offers and school hits(?).

My head was spinning. Football Superstar was not only supporting my offers he was looking for "housing" for me to live during the week. WHAT? Did I say that? Oh, yeah at some point I "vomited" the words; " I'll live down in DC for the week and come home on the weekends".

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All this and that began to take over. We needed to have yet another talk. Discussions and prayers. Enough said. We wait until 2011.

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It happened again. I get an e-mail from two other teaching positions. One in a preschool and the other in a private academy. Football Superstar takes me for the interviews in VA.

I go with the "we'll see what happens" attitude.

An hour after my first interview I'm offered the job. I kindly turn down this particular offer.

A day later I'm offered the other position for teacher/group supervisor. I'm offered full paid tuition for my education and 1/2 price tuition for Apple Cheeks to attend the preschool.

Sweet. However I kindly turn this job offer down too. Philosophical differences

It isn't until my last interview at a Starbucks in Leesburg, VA.

This academy is new. Ground breakin' new as of July 2010. The building will not be completed/inspected until 11/22/10. So with an interview at Starbucks with the principal/director..... this is probably going to be a........ Jackpot!

I was offered a position 4 days after my interview. Talk about nerves completely frazzled.

Once again the benefits were very inviting. Like the other schools I'm offered a pretty nice package. The big incentive.....fully paid college tuition!

Life decisions came to the board table. Our family board table

Football Superstar and I made a list of pro's and con's. We reviewed not only schools but areas narrowed down to live. Where would we be able to find an apartment, condo or townhouse to rent asap? We took 15+ hours no exaggeration the eve of my job offer to narrow down each priority on our list. Did I say list..... try 5 separate list for each priority!

Long story short..... I know this post is getting longer Football Superstar and I were able to get all the above accomplished.

We are living in a beautiful apartment complex. The back view of our balcony overlooks a line of colorful mountains that run parallel with the Potomac River, which borders Maryland.

The front of our complex you can see metropolitan lights dancing east and west. In the evening it's a beautiful sight.

Our apartment is spacious and open. Bright, cheery and cozy.

A lot of planning came together smoothly. A lot of decisions we needed to make were made with not only our own career changes in mind, but our children. Schools rate high nationally. Diversity for China Doll. very important! Culture and arts.

Speaking of China Doll she has already made three decisions on her own; (1) she is returning to the sport of gymnastics (2) she wants a job at the Dulles Town Center of course she does and (3) she chose the church for us - she liked what the teen center had to offer

We also are happy to have Uncle D. living with us during the week. Uncle D. Eva's husband

works very close to where we live. Perfect for him. Now he no longer needs to "live" weekly in a one room facility.....he is able to live with family until he returns home PA to his lovely wife on Fridays.

Our first week was filled with enough stuff that our minds felt like over cooked spaghetti.

But we are surviving- getting from point A to point B pretty well. GPS, maps, notes and landmarks are working just fine. Let's hope they never remove the "WELCOME" sign that directs us into Ashburn Village. Important area- bank, Harris Teeter, Zazu's, gas station (one of a 1,000) high school

I'm sure I'll have more to post...... one day I'll even post photos. But for now I'm back to unpacking..... catching up on laundry...... and enjoying my last few days as a stay at home momma! Apple Cheeks is excited to begin preschool.

Looking forward to catching up on your blogs as well!! Missed you all!

New Life Lesson: Changes may be hard- yet we all need to make them. And now was the time.

{Our Time}

Peace&Love,

Lis

Taking a break

2010-10-31T08:59:00.000-07:00

Hello readers......

I will be taking a blogging break- not for long I hope- while relocating to Virginia.

Once I get "settled in", I will be back in the blogging circle!

So don't go too far...... I will be anxious to catch up on my favorite blogs!

and that would be you

Have a wonderful November~

Peace&Love

Lis

A Mom of Teens

2010-10-10T12:24:00.001-07:00

Not too long ago I was ask to talk (blog) about what it is like to raise teenagers.

I should probably stop here. laughing. Before I continue I will disclose a warning to readers:

I AM NOT A PROFESSIONAL! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. ANYTHING YOU READ MAY BE HUMOROUS TO ME (THE PARENT). ANYTHING YOU MAY READ IS TRUE.

Teenagers. In my small corner of the world I find most teens to be just fine. They are normal breathing humans that love nothing more than to have their parents remind them endlessly about brushing their teeth, making their bed, putting the toilet seat down, cleaning the hair out of the sink, stop slouching, stop smacking your lips while eating, stop rolling your eyes, pick up your dirty clothes, scrape the plate- load the dishwasher.........

I love my teens. sometimes I don't like them

I love being a Mom.

I love knowing these two teenagers in my care, who we are raising will one day turn out to be.....oh, boy like me? Or like Football Superstar?

Having a teenage boy who is shy of turning 16 isn't so bad. Honestly I must admit he is quite a walk in the park compared to what some parents are dealing with. Yes there are days I wish I could place a fire cracker under his bum. I would like to have the bathroom shower on a timer- after 15 minutes it turns off. That'll get him moving! I would like for Freckle Boy to not feel the pressure of his peers- but as we all know that is impossible. It's happening on the football team as well as in geometry class. What we do see from Freckle Boy is strength to not be a follower. Thank God we see that in him..... at least for now. We know there may come that day where we need to attack a situation.

As for China Doll we see a more dramatic behavior. Like most 15 year old girls she turns 15 in December there are the highs and lows. No in betweens. No fire crackers are needed to wake her up in the morning- but like the shower timer- I would have a timer placed in the "girls" bathroom in order for the electricity to be completely turned off- where she would not be able to redo what was redone several more times. crimping hair/straightening hair to eye make up or no eye make up The once a month syndrome is not to be taken lightly.

Oh I sometimes wonder how something so beautiful can turn into something from a Steven King movie. Even the dogs run and hide. Freckle Boy is proud to be a male- this we know.

I can laugh after the crisis ends. Of course I always have stash of Hershey's chocolate at hand

I remind myself that this will end- one day. And China Doll could possibly have a teenage daughter of her own one day- where I can sit back and watch her glorious black hair turn gray within months. Well, my hair isn't completely gray, but I do announce to both teens they are the cause! And we all get a good laugh.

We feel it's important to have an open dialogue with our children. They may come to us at any time for anything.

Sex, drugs and alcohol discussions take place on a regular basis. Temptations are in every nook and cranny of their lives. We try to give the tools they both need- it's what they do responsibly with each tool. As I say; Trust is something you earn. Forgiveness is something that is purely given out of love. That is my Mom-Motto.

With todays verbal communication taken over by texting and e-mail, {we} are in complete understanding that our teens today only choose to converse in sound bites. I'm hip....I get it.

BUT I don't allow the "tech hits" to interrupt the importance of verbal communication.

Speak to me. I'm your mother- no need to text me. Chances are I won't text you back.

I have a friend who informed me her daughter had a very large text message invoice. She was stunned by the amount of text but not stunned by the cost. I mean.....if you have unlimited texting then why is it necessary to text over 3000 a month? Is she not sleeping? Does she text in her sleep or while on the toilet? When does she have time to eat? Oh, yeah..... duh you can text while eating because you don't need to use your mouth!

sorry I'll get off the texting topic

Bottom line, teenage years can be and will be difficult. You can do everything correct as a parent. You can read every book on the shelf. You can pray for guidance and you can work on better communication. We can argue with our teens one moment and the next be laughing. We can laugh with them one moment and argue the next.

As soon as we become parents we are not given a money back guarantee if you are not satisfied.

I mean when adopting China Doll I was the one giving the guarantee I would commit to being a parent to her- love her unconditionally- perfections and faults.

Same with Freckle Boy. Perfections and faults.

Our children are given direction and guidance. They are given love. Unconditional love.

I placed Medusa Mom in the closet and became a Mom of Forgiveness. Our children want to be independent - but at the same time are struggling with the reality of leaving the cozy nest and moving on with their lives. They may not want to fully digest this- but they will one day understand and come to terms why their parents said no, or why we had structure and boundaries in our home. It's pure love. Unconditional love.

It's going to be a long time until Football Superstar and I are empty nesters. a very long time

Having two teens and one preschooler certainly changes your life. I can't imagine my life being any different. I'm all about Abercrombie&Fitch and Angelina Ballerina. I'm fine with their style of music in the car as long as they don't crumble about my singing.

Nothing is perfect in our home that's for sure. But I will say that the perfection is watching your son and daughter(s) smile. Watching Penn State football isn't exactly what is on my agenda for Sunday afternoon, but it's what made Freckle Boy smile. especially when he needs to explain plays to me

Taking China Doll to the mall with 4 of her friends wasn't exactly what I had wanted to do on a rainy evening, but it's what made her smile. In the end we are all smiling. I was a teenage girl once. I know what made me smile.

So to those of you who haven't gotten to the teen years yet with your kiddo's...... you will survive. And so will they.

Stay tuned..... I just may need to post an update on the teen years!

Peace&Love&Chocolate

Lis

Corner talkin' and Corner raiding

2010-10-06T04:53:00.000-07:00

I feel disconnected to my blogging friends. My hours/days/weeks have turned into resumes/schooling/locations.

I did take a time out in my daily routine to enjoy a cup of coffee and listen to the local and national news. Have I been not listening? How can so much junk take place within a week or two of my nonsocial networking?!

I'll spare you my grief of world issues. And I'll spare you the dozen stories that had my skin covered in goosebumps and chills.

But I can not spare you the one national story that just completely had my emotions rattled.

Death is a time for mourning and yet to celebrate the life of our loved one who past.

Funerals can be formal, they can be private and depending on the culture last for days.

Funerals should be respected- please do not rubberneck when driving past the funeral service.

Funerals should be a time for family and friends to have no interruption from outsiders.

Then why would a christian based church- a place where people claim to love God and others (maybe I missed when they claimed to love others) raid, yes raid a funeral for ones son?

What genetic makeup do these people have? I ask myself.

I was numb. I was sickened. I too felt raided.

During a recent service, our Pastor spoke bluntly of these "christians".

It was reassuring to know that Pastor S. too felt raided. How can you claim to walk with Jesus, believe in God and have pure hatred in your heart?

Are we not to love our neighbor? Are we without shame? Are we without sin?

If you have a moment..... link onto my friends blog Blah Blah Blah.

His post from 9/25/10 "Street Corner Talkin' " is a good read.

55blahblah.blogspot.com

I'm done - I'll step down from my soapbox and walk away from my little corner on the brick lined street. But before I walk away.... is it possible for us to truly, unconditionally love our neighbor? No matter his or her race, color or religion?

Peace&Love,

Lis

Before and After

2010-09-22T08:09:00.001-07:00

Apple Cheeks before and after (during)

Another Lesson in Letting Go

2010-09-22T07:33:00.000-07:00

I thought perhaps I would share my latest experience with you.

With my recent post on "letting go" and "riding the roller coaster"...... I must say that I have learned to really let go. I took a ride on the style of coaster where the floor drops out- thanks to my sweet adorable 4 year old daughter!

Allow me to set the scene: Monday morning (8:45 ish) - coffee brewing- Football Superstar is

reciting his routine- I am filling my coffee mug good to the last drop

dogs and cat are fed-all is well........

Apple Cheeks in her squeaky-excited little voice asked to finish a craft she started Sunday afternoon for Grandma Ice Cream. As she begins to collect her craft supplies, there is a request for her craft box. The craft box includes; tape-glue stick- stickers-washable markers-age appropriate scissors and retired greeting cards.

As Football Superstar and I continue to discuss our daily schedule, I walk over to Apple Cheeks to see her finished project. Grandma Ice Cream a.k.a Grammie will LOVE this screeches Apple Cheeks! I notice a pile yes a pile of blonde hair directly underneath her chair.... we own a Golden Retriever, so finding hair is nothing out of the ordinary in my household. I did not have my contacts in, or my glasses on so of course I needed to really examine the clump of blonde locks- knowing darn well this was not Sam's clump of fluff..... I was thrown off- for the first time had nothing to say- nothing would come out of my mouth! My eyes had to be as wide as a deer in headlights or better yet when it sees a hunter in the woods.

Apple Cheeks noticed I found the secret stash.

Now, looking directly at her little round cheeks you couldn't notice where the clump of golden locks were clipped from until I combed my fingers through her long golden wavy hair. My ride floor just gave out.

There wasn't a lot of talk- a few tears from Apple Cheeks- an appointment was scheduled with our stylist- the remaining 7 inches of golden locks were cut and placed in a plastic sandwich bag.

Apple Cheeks sat so proud in the stylist chair- she was given praise for sitting so still- the perfect client. I took a few photos - before and after. I cried a few happy tears.

The scissors will remain in the craft box. Under much more supervision of course. A new revised lesson on scissors was conducted.

If Apple Cheeks is willing to "let go" 7 inches of her hair..... her momma certainly is willing!

I did plan on having her hair cut- perhaps she didn't want to wait any longer?!

Another Life Lesson learned.

Funny thing is.... I did the same thing when I was her age. Mmmm.... isn't it funny how life makes complete circles.

Enjoy your day! Go ahead- take the ride! Just be sure you are strapped in!!

Peace&Love,

Lis

Resumes.....Cover Letters....Interviews...OH MY!

2010-09-17T11:13:00.000-07:00

Today I take a break. one with coffee and chocolate

I've completed two separate resumes. One for the education field- the other resume is prepared for the human service field.

I've sent out a total of 12 resumes. All complete with cover letters-detailed I must add.

I now sit and wait for the phone call. Or e-mail. The magic phone call from the Human Resource Director- the call that tells me let's set up a time for an interview! I'm waiting- patiently for the call....e-mail....snail mail.....or white dove.

As I patiently wait, I also continue to tidy up loose ends of Simple Dimple Primitives. My Closing Sale was fantastic....I never even shed one tear. I had a few "regulars" who came by to purchase and say good-bye. And even with those few who had a tear in their eye....I had not one. I had no regrets.

As my Coachman brother and his wife watched - and took on a few duties here and there- they both noticed my excitement- my peace of letting go.

This week held a lot of a lot to do's. Major tweaking, planning, seeking and with that comes prayer. I feel for the first time in my life, I am making adult decisions. Trying to hang onto "things" that have no true value, except for the price value we may have paid for that particular item. House, business, investments, ....... what is your thing?

What was once extremely important to Football Superstar and myself, has taken not just a back seat- we took "it" to the land fill. Priorities have been completely adjusted on the list.

What freedom that brings!! Pride- set aside. sorry, Dr. Seuss Left foot- right foot- right!

As I watch my husband prepare for a new career change- I have no doubt that he will become successful in the change. And in this successful change, he will begin to find peace and calmness- high power sales have been taken to the land fill. Stress...no more. So when we speak of success- it no longer means financial success or the fear of not having "it".

This new path will be challenging I'm sure- it will bring days of glory and days of defeat.

We are prepared for the storm(s) as I mentioned in a recent post.

I've shared with Gracie during our time together yesterday about the amazing roller coaster ride I recently experienced. I was strapped in, safety bar latched as the coaster whipped at record speed- surviving the loop and the drop. Walking off the coaster feeling refreshed...I wanted to ride it again! Gracie began to give me that look "what are you talking about"- you know the look- head titled....lip curled at the side of her mouth....nose wrinkled.

"OH!!! I get it!" she screams. She wants to ride the coaster now too. wink

Life Lesson: When riding the roller coaster- sit in the front.

Peace&Love,

Lis

Decision

2010-09-03T05:30:00.000-07:00

Today I made a decision. This decision will bring sadness....yet with this decision I will have peace.

My decision came easy....but there was a spark of regret.

After this decision became final....my heart pounded out of my chest.

That was a week ago.

Today....I'm so ready again my heart is pounding out of my chest.

I decided to close my little business.

Simple Dimple Primitives came to life April 2007. A dream, put on paper with the assistance of my business advisor Football Superstar and my partner Gracie.

A little red cottage was transformed from ugly duckling to adorable prim style swan.

Perfect location for this business. Directly outside my door- sitting on the edge of our property.

And our property sits in the midst of antique shops and gift shops near historic Gettysburg.

What big plans we had for Simple Dimple Primitives. Huge! We were going to be so huge there would come a time for us to purchase the one room school house that sits beside our property and create Simple Dimple Vintage! Yeah yeah..... well then comes the big bad wolf-

Economy. With this economy we are all effected by- my little business suffered from lack of sales, lack of traffic from tourist and too much inventory.

So, my last day in the biz will be September 11th. The next huge in Simple Dimple is a closing out sale. A huge closing out sale. Feel free to stop by if you live close by.... you can begin your Holiday shopping by saving $$!!

Like Kathleen Kelly You've Got Mail I will be just fine. New adventures will be coming my our way. We are now moving forward.

Football Superstar is working on a career change. I am ready to return to work.

Human Services/Teaching

Our children are doing fine. We may have a move on the horizon.

We have no idea what's around the corner for us.... but one thing I do know is that today- tonight I will go watch my Freckle Boy play one heck of a football game. I'm proud to say he was moved up to second string varsity. I will cheer China Doll while she plays "middy" on the field hockey turf. And I'm proud to say she was given the title "Team Captain".

Apple Cheeks, of course is not on any sports team....but her number 5's are looking fantastic!

These troubled moments of decisions have brought Football Superstar and I even closer.

What can rip apart couples, families and business partners has made us stronger.

I'm anxious but nervous for what's ahead. Like the photo of the tight rope walker- I remain steady. Today.....I'm at peace.

Life Lesson: Let Go.

Have a wonderful Labor Day weekend!

Peace&Love,

Lis

Marriage = Love

2010-08-25T10:24:00.000-07:00

After my divorce I never wanted to marry again- marry...I never wanted to think about a relationship!

That meant heart ache and pain. And I felt we "love" on all levels Why should I love someone again- more than I was given the love I felt I deserved back? follow that?

Dating+Relationships+Love = Doomed

One would never guess that I would have any of these feelings tagged on Love.

My family members were givers and receiver to love. The culture I grew up in, men hugged and kissed each other while greeting. Expression of love was never foreign.

What took me on the road to doom was the lack of trust, loyalty, honesty, respect and compassion in my past relationship. I'm not innocent of anything- my lack of this and that and the other added a very sour ingredient to the marriage. My thirst for wanting the perfect marriage- which included love, intimacy, laughter, trust, then children never happened.

Selfishness drove me to "forcing" the perfect marriage- my lack of knowledge of what is the "perfect marriage" drove me to sadness, emptiness and hatred.

Moving ahead - after meeting and becoming friends with Football Superstar allowing him into our lives for one I began to see that I am capable of trusting the opposite sex again.

Not just my father or brother!

I am able to open up- be myself and show the emotion that tends to leap out of my heart- LOVE. without barriers?

The protective wall and it's barbed wire were still in place- however, Football Superstar bravely began to clip the wire and knock down the wall. did I mention my wall was constructed of thick concrete

He got pricked by the wire and had a few bruises from the concrete- he isn't as fit as he had been while playing ball! wink

But he managed to get rid of the barrier between us. TRUST.

During our engagement and marriage we had a good "team" home life going.

There were tropical storms brewing but we managed to escape without getting too banged up or worse- drifted out to sea.

We were determined not to allow anyone or thing Tropical Storm(s) to damage us- what we had- our family- our kids.

And now- we become involved with LW's marriage ministry. Married Life Live is a fun and entertaining night for married couples. It's date night. It's a spin off of Saturday Night Live. There is fellowship and yummy desserts. The night is set up "club style" and the musical entertainment is awesome. very talented musicians/singers one of them being China Dolls guitar instructor

Football Superstar and I found our eyebrows raise at some of the topics that are discussed comedy style, but with a purpose. One reason we went back for other MLL nights.

While entertaining the thought of attending more conferences {parenting/marriage} or date nights we found ourselves growing. This included attending Alpha, Gamma and now my husband is involved with Mens Fraternity. He is now a facilitator.

I've watched my husband grow spiritually in ways I would have never thought there would be room to grow.

See, for Football Superstar, he wasn't exactly what I called an "average kinda guy".

Besides using a few added adjectives- he wasn't out partying it up on weekends with his partners from the office...he wasn't neglecting his fatherly duties....he wasn't doing anything to destroy our relationship....this man was worthy of my trust.

So where would any room for growth come into play in this ex athletes life?

He felt there was plenty of room for growth.

And now, as I listen to Football Superstar speak passionately about a friend who may be deeply struggling with his marriage, or a family member who finds themselves lost....I see the growth.

What was once important to him is now in the past. Or as he called it" A Sale Whore".

I know...that isn't a pretty thing to say...but that's exactly what his business world can be made up of. Not all of course keep that in mind as you read my words but for some of those high scaled business owners we have been connected with....this is very important.

Our marriage has grown even while we scramble with the "what to do's".

With career changes and a possible move in the future- there is absolute proof we are connected. We have a tie score on the score board. He's the lineman and I'm the cheerleader.

Our kids are the spectators. our fans?! They are watching this marriage win more than any Super Bowl. They are watching two adults they call mom and dad.

They are watching us work through the worst of times and love every moment of it.

Well...not every moment but we come out of the game showing all 3 of these kiddo's we mean it.

We married knowing we were "in love". But we now know love doesn't always equal marriage.

Marriage = Love

Peace&Love

Scrap Book

2010-08-14T16:34:00.000-07:00

China Doll
Apple Cheeks
Birthday Girl!!
China Doll & September Moon
China Doll & Freckle Boy *I'm sure he isn't thrilled with this name....but I can't help myself!

Goin' Green/Goin' Christian

2010-08-13T12:48:00.000-07:00

A decision to "Go Green" is not a hard one to make for me. I've always been cautious of my actions towards the environment. I have worn t-shirts shouting phrases for protection not only the air we breath.... but the animals who share our planet. I've protested for cleaner air and water- putting poachers in their place- put your cigarette butt in it's place.

Going Green for my household can be tricky with 2 teens and 1 pre-schooler. Especially when we do not have recycling- road side. We must drive recycles to a specific place.

Going Green also means continuously reminding ourselves and our children.

Using less water. Using less electricity. Using less gas. We have a Hybrid vehicle....and we are now sharing it! Talk about a test of marriage! {see future post}

Regardless on your view of the world- whether you go green, sage or mint- one thing you can count on is that you'll never receive a black mark for going that route. You may get eyes rolled at you- but I doubt you'll receive the black mark.

Bottom line: It's a lifestyle.

Our decision to "Go Christian" was somewhat of a challenge. for me

And how does one go about "going christian?" ???

If you have read other post I have written- I mention what hypocrites of the christian faith have done to damage my views. And now, I simply do not want to come across as if I were, was,is a hypocrite.......I want to come across as if I, well, recycled God.

Like recycling, living a christian life is challenging. It's a lifestyle. Not a "when you feel like it". Yet, becoming a christian by being a "do gooder" does not get your foot into heavens gate.

and I'll apologize ~just incase I say something damaging to my readers

Sadly, Christianity has a black mark.

For me, this journey has been the best journey I have taken. And like any trip we prep ourselves for- there are a few areas where you just can't perfectly prepare for.

Detours- road blocks-blurred vision-flat tire.

For myself, I needed to dispose of the thought that you can only be a true christian if you know the Bible from front to back- can recite scripture and understand it's meaning!

I am thankful to know christians who truly walk the walk..... I also know "christians" that constantly remind me that they are christians....they have always and forever been on the stairway to heaven. Or were they referring to the song? Don't know. Doesn't matter.

Following Christ for me is something I must remind myself of every moment- of every waking day. It's not the acts of kindness I'll do for my once employer the homeless shelter......it's not about me picking up someone's trash and it's certainly not about me advertising that I am now a christian each time I pass you on the street. What I must make clear is that I am a believer.

I am a follower who struggles everyday with sinful thoughts. the glare I give the woman in line at Wal-Mart or the racist who lives in my community

I struggle with prayer. I struggle with forgiveness. I struggle with those simple things that may come to others so easily. I'm not ashamed to admit those flaws I have as this newly recycled follower. My recycling of faith has been tested and proved to remain sturdy. I'll break or fold that's for sure....but I know where to take a nasty mess now. It will no longer linger for days....the mess is cleaned up and forgiven. No matter how big of a mess we make of our lives.

This new recycled {woman} mess has not changed so I"m told much. I'm still the happy-go-lucky chatter box, that will open my arms out to hug you and share a laugh- even if I do not know you.

Come on now....don't go crossing the street when you see me coming!

Bottom Line: It's a lifestyle.

Life Lesson: Recycling comes in all areas of our lives. If you do not recycle...give it some thought.

Peace&recycledLove,

Lis

Now I lay me down to sleep....Part 2

2010-08-04T09:44:00.000-07:00

After reading my e-mail, comments and chatting with a friend....I decided while I had this "down time" - today I would post part 2 of my Fears. {nighty-night prayer included}

The other night while writing in my prayer journal.....and getting side tracked is not uncommon for me......I began to have a conversation, well, with myself! It went something like this:

Self to Self: "you know...you are truly strange....why is it that you can't let go?"

Self to Me: "let go of what???"

Self to Self: "the fact that your children are not possessions....they are people....they are not

yours to re-create.....mold......wrap in plastic or wads of toilet paper.....they are

human beings in need of love.... guidance......encouragement....."

Self to Me: "I can't help it"

Self to Self: "you're impossible!"

Self to Me: "that's exactly what Sister Mary Kathryn said in 5th grade"

{Today} I read the most encouraging mail...... I spoke to a dear friend with wise words.....

I read yet another e-mail that brought happy tears and yet sadness. All of these words whether they were on paper, computer or over the phone inspired me. They gave me insight. They placed my level of Fear on the lower step of the ladder.

I will not lie to you and say that fear will not creep up on me. Especially when in todays society most anything will creep up on us.

I will not purchase armor and insist China Doll wear it while driving with Freckle Boy as he is wrapped in bubble wrap. I will not stick Apple Cheeks in a snow globe, however she would love that! giggling

I realized that my children are "free agents". They are not mine to keep. They are my children.

They are my pride. They give me joy. most of the time : )

These 3 beautiful humans. Their age(s) make them children/teens. But they are no doubt humans with feelings, emotions and needs. Not bubble wrap. No flight wings clipped beyond to ever fly free.

I find myself telling a dear friend not to live vicariously through her children.....live your own life! Yet, as I do not live through my children......I'm stealing a part of their lives away.

Independence. Trust. And this is what Self said to Me. Give them this. They want it so badly. They deserve it from you- Self.

So, last evening came and knowing I would probably crack under my words....... I said it.....I said to Freckle Boy - "can't wait for the day when you can drive to Pet-Co and pick up cat litter".

Hugs. Laughter. He got what he wanted from me. Trust. Love. Loyalty. A mother who understands. *he is stretching his male wings

I'm cracking now....tears..... yet I feel so good.

Football Superstar and I are very lucky. While other parents of teen(s) are struggling we are not. But the struggle can rear it's ugly head at any time.

We have good kids. Not amazing. We have loving kids. Not perfect.

We are loving parents trying to be good.

We too are human beings.

And dang nabbit it's hard not to be human!

As I sit here watching my cat claw a favorite antique chair.....I have no fear she'll decrease it's value........ I smile knowing that I'm now free of fear- I am my own free agent. *note to Self....tatoo "free of fear" on left hand

Hugs, kisses, love & more hugs to all of you who have given me and my friend Self such fearless words of hope! *yes, an extra driver in the family will come in handy!

I am a very lucky woman.

Peace&Love,

Lis

Now I lay me down to sleep......

2010-08-02T09:55:00.000-07:00

I wasn't sure if I wanted to actually post this. This part of me that still haunts me even though I commented in a recent post that I no longer have such fears. It's as if FEAR never really goes away for me.

Is it fear? Or is it worry?

I mean, when my cat claws at a favorite antique chair- do I have fear she will lesson the value?

No,that's worry. I'll probably never sell that old chippy chair anyway.

My fear is losing someone I love. My fear is losing one of my children to death. I find myself still fearing death.

I thought this vanished from my memory- that patch quilt held the fear patch and it was tucked away in a corner.

I now find myself thinking about death- again.

A few weeks ago friends lost their nephew to a car accident. "J" was only 11 years old.

A young life so full of hope. Energy. Love. Many years to live.

J.'s father and I are Godparents to his 14 year old cousin. J. was an only child.

I had no words for his parents. I had no words for his aunt whom I have known for 20 years.

My selfishness reminded me that I am so lucky. My children are all safe and sound at home.

After reading a blogger friends post last week I began to loosen my grip on death. The poem on her post was beautiful.

I watched a touching video.

I read yet another blogger friends post of a loved one who passed away after a motorcycle accident.

Each one of these post meant so much to me.

Some words made me go back to Michael's motorcycle accident.

I even commented on a blog - how we are to remember our loved ones- keep their memories alive- and be thankful to have had them in our lives, even if it was for a short time.

Now I'm thinking....who am I to even have said that?

When I think of Freckle Boy preparing for his license I do feel his excitement. I know all to well what that was like. So does my father!

When I think of China Doll preparing to drive with her brother I do feel her excitement.

I know what that was like sitting in Limo Drivers black Falcon going for Italian ice!

But then there is that BUT.....do I want Freckle Boy behind the wheel? Football Superstar is preparing himself for this as well.

Do I want China Doll in the passenger seat?

Do I want Apple Cheeks in the back seat going for ice cream?

As much as I can suck the fun out of their preparations- a drunk driver, aggressive driver or their own mistake could suck the life from them within seconds.

And this is what I hate about my fears. I'm allowing this darkness to take over my mind, body and soul. I'm allowing my need to control my children's safety to suck the life out of them.

did that make any sense?

Apple Cheeks prepares for bed. She and Piglet say their prayers before we tuck in.

Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep- Amen...........that's it. yes you can shake your head and tisk, tisk, tisk me I can not get myself to teach her the full prayer.

What is with that? I said it at her age. My parents never thought I would freak out over "if I should die before I wake....I pray the Lord my soul to take".

And most likely Apple Cheeks wouldn't either. Football Superstar and China Doll have both informed me that they will teach Apple Cheeks the entire prayer. is that a threat or promise? China Doll also feels I need to allow the flight wings to grow back. I have way too much fear I could bottle the stuff!

When did she grow up and get so smart?

Well, this may not have been a great read- but it is an honest one from me.

And don't worry- one of these nights Apple Cheeks will most likely be reciting her nighty-night prayer in it's entirety. That is if her big sissy and daddy get their way!

Life Lesson: Stop clipping flight wings. (well, soon)

Peace&Love,

Lis

check out, a good read

2010-07-27T06:53:00.000-07:00

Grab a cup of coffee or tea, log onto http://55blahblah.blogspot.com

this is a very good read!

Thanks J.

Patience or Bust!

2010-07-26T16:00:00.000-07:00

"Oh, Lord....grant me the patience......."

I would hear this line so often in my house- my Mother- my angry Mother- my frustrated Mother- my Mother who thinks she knows everything Mother.

I stole her favorite line.

Over the past few weeks while driving my precious cargo around to the pool, to summer field hockey tournaments, to visit family and friends I have been asking, well, probably screaming "Oh, Lord grant me patience!" due to reckless & aggressive drivers. Patience~ because my inner lining was beginning to boil. Can't these people see that I have my children in the car? Do they notice the speed limit is 45 and quickly jumps to 25 within a few yards? Do they not understand YIELD at the round-about? What is so important that someone feels the need to tailgate another person - go around me! I actually dream about that.

The reckless aggressive mom in her mini van who is now part of our conversation in my vehicle due to tailgating - I vision her getting even more irritated.....she's munching on M'Donalds fries....sipping coffee....cell phone in the other hand......now she's pissed and ready to pass me....as she passes there sits the township cop sitting in the parking lot of Pop's Diner looking bored til' now

he flips the lights.....he's off after the mom in the mini van......she's pulled over to the side of the road......and there I am.....passing slowly smiling from ear to ear. Oh, yeah...I wave to her..toodles!

Football Superstar tells me to pull over to the shoulder of the road and allow the aggressive driver to just pass me. if I can of course~

I tell Football Superstar that's giving in to their recklessness. And yes, I know it's for my children and my own safety.

And this is where my patience is truly tested. This is where I want to be a traffic cop- a vigilante - superwoman- no, better yet, Bewitched! This is where I could wiggle my nose or wink and the aggressive drivers car would float into the air - oh to see their faces! And I would just drive by waving......toodles!

I guess for now I must ask for patience......pratice my patience.....and pray that sooner or later this aggressive person will come to their senses. AND my soon to be 16 year old son will never meet this person(s) or become one.

As the song goes: "Slow down, you move to fast, you've got to make the morning last

Just kickin' down the cobble-stones, lookin' for fun and feelin' groovy....."

Maybe I could get this on a bumper sticker?

Peace&Love,

Lis

Thank You

2010-07-16T15:59:00.000-07:00

Sharon owner/designer of TEA BREWS PEACE www.teabrewspeace.com
Brenda- in the Dominican Republic {an Italian friend I will one day meet at the Piazza}

Mother Teresa
Doctors Without Borders
Greg Mortenson
Bono

With Compassion

With Love

With Devotion

A Vision

A Mission

A Purpose

6 different people

6 separate parts of the globe

with 1 goal~

I want to thank you~

And to many other organizations or groups that I have not mentioned- thank you.

As our media world focuses on so much negative stories because they sell and as a society we are so interested we rarely hear the positive stories in the media of what is taking place in our world. The danger our missionaries place themselves in to feed, clothe and educate some of the poorest and violent countries. The vision of a church leader- his/her "vacation" is traveling to Cuba or India to help build a well. The financial donation(s) from the CEO of a company to the orphanage in Haiti. The Youth Group who travel over summer vacation for a moment they will never forget- craft time in a ghetto outside of Brooklyn~~ I could go on and on forever.....but I think you get my message. I'm hoping you do

Our visions and missions begin within our own 4 walls.

Peace&Love,

Lis

To humble myself

2010-07-12T05:24:00.000-07:00

When I look over these past few months, I know I have grown spiritually. I've taken giant steps forward while I took my baby steps in becoming a believer.

Does this mean I don't question God...no. Does this mean I don't become angry or scared...no, because I do. But I do not question the old questions from the past.

And why?

Most of those old questions opened old wounds. Those questions that brought back pain or sadness -I simply covered with a patched quilt. Each patch holding a memory or a thought- safely sewn into the fabric of my past. Like my favorite psychology class we were told to "talk about it" or "rehearse and review with clients/students". I was never good at rehearsing, but I can talk a good talk about it!

And now, every once in awhile when I see that old patch quilt in the corner of my mind- I may just question why something happened- asking why a young life was taken, or why did the couple loose their son and why hatred and suffering continues to blanket the world.

I don't clutch onto that dark thought as I have in the past. I try to see the world through the eyes of others- those who have walked in a spiritual journey their entire lives- or most of it.

One man comes to mind. His story or life journey is one that I have heard many times. I would learn something more about this kind gentle man when his story would surface in conversations. friends and family From his active roll in church to his active roll in packing every nook and cranny in the family station wagon for their 3 month stay at the beach- where the family business was located. His smile could melt your heart and his love for his wife and family spoke volumes. But it wasn't until I actually read his journal- his writings of years past and present that I listened.

*This story was not taken out of his writings~these are memories shared by family and friends.

1943 he was on a beach in Peleliu. He was only 23 years old. He was shot by a large machine gun bullet- the bullet penetrated his skull.

Collecting the dead, medics found him- assuming he was dead- as they plan to tag him- they notice this Marine is breathing. Still alive- just barely.

He is taken to a hospital ship placed in a ward with others who are severely wounded- expected to die.

He contracts malaria. He isn't expected to survive the massive skull injury- all odds are against him.

After months in the hospital- numerous operations- titanium plate is placed in the skull

skin graphs- physical therapy. He gains strength little at a time. He must learn to do everything all over again. A man once strong and healthy- a vibrant graduate of Harvard, not only fought in WW2- but now battled the enemies taking over his body.

Meningitis 7 times - losing one eye to cancer- hearing loss- later losing most of his sight in his "good eye". Forcing this independent man to now surrender it all.

Never once did this man question God as to why. Why was he given such a "bad deal" in the card game of life. When most people I know I would would become angry, depressed, feeling pain asking- why? Why me?

His passion for life never went unnoticed because of what and how he projected to others. He loved his life and people. He took nothing for granted.

He became a Sunday school teacher. A man who was modest - quietly proud of his faith.

He was comfortable within himself.

His son once told me how his father was an inspiration to others. But yet his father never looked at himself as such a man.

Confident - without boasting. confident

When I asked his son how would his father describe himself- his son smiles and tells me that his father never talked about himself...only others. His wife and their 5 sons.

His grandchildren and friends. His comrades.

His son tells me at the end of our discussion- "my father lived life pretty much the way it was intended to be lived". His love for God and his knowledge belief that God loved him unconditionally carried him through all of his struggles.

Life of course was not perfect for this father of five, husband, business owner.

He tackled business and financial issues and the physical road blocks that life throws at us- yet he traveled through his life with grace and dignity.

This man is known as Mr. Ice Cream. the original since 1912!

He was my father-in-law for 4 years.

It saddens me that I only had such a short time to be with him. China Doll and I knew the first time we met Mr. Ice Cream he was a real life teddy bear. One that you wanted to hug over and over again. His crooked smile would have you smiling no matter what happened or how you felt that day.

He loved to read. He would sneak down to his office and spend hours reading.

Hours- because unlike most, Mr. Ice Cream needed a special reading machine. What could take 5 minutes to read a letter would take him 30 minutes on this massive machine that enlarged the print of anything he wanted to read. Wall Street Journal, Penn State newspaper, NY Times

When I think of my father-in-law it is impossible not to smile, laugh and cry.

The month Football Superstar and I found out we were to be parents again, Mr. Ice Cream was recovering from a 3 month meningitis battle- one that placed him in a coma.

As he recovered in the hospital- we told him the good news.

There was that crooked smile. He beamed and congratulated us.

He then took over announcing the good news. I don't think there was a nurse, doctor or any hospital employee that did not know Mr. Ice Cream was going to be a grandfather- again!

Apple Cheeks was able to meet her Grandpa Ice Cream.

He could make her smile and giggle. He enjoyed every moment with his newest grandchild.

Mr. Ice Cream passed away 2008.

Thank you Mr. Ice Cream for inspiring me. ~ I love you.

Peace&Love*

Dance the Day Away....

2010-07-09T07:53:00.000-07:00

To Dance:

I will stop looking back WITH REGRETS......

or looking forward WITH FEAR.....

and give the best I have today.

I will celebrate the relationships I share and never take them for granted.

I will treasure them~ as one of life's sweetest joys.

I will take pleasure in the smiles that warm me

and in the hugs that always say "I love you."

I will stop hiding my problems and doubts and trepidation

and confront whatever is in front of me

in the present moment.

I will let the love of God touch the depths of my heart

and mold me into the person I should be.

I will make love the center of my being and all I do.

I will not stand to the side and allow the music in my heart

to fade away and die...

I will dance to my own life song.

Recently I pulled out one of my favorite "gentle reminder" books.... DANCE While You Can by

Lance Wubbels. A special gift from Eva.....this sweet little book is filled with beautiful photos and words. Inspirational & encouraging.

Have a wonderful weekend~ and get out there and dance!

Peace&Love,

Lis

The Divided Human Race

2010-07-05T07:42:00.000-07:00

Deciding to attend LW this Sunday (July 4th) was a coin toss- and I hate to put it that way- however due to a busy weekend we thought perhaps we would take this particular Sunday and well, sleep in. That's funny because our sleeping in is until 6:45 am on pretty much any given weekend.

I made the call....we'll go!

SO glad I called it.

After my latest post with all the whining and complaining of one particular issue- our service on July 4th given by Pastor B*, was a standing ovation. Not that he received one- but on the inside I was applauding him, I was standing on my seat as if I were in Yankee stadium cheering for my boys- I was saying "yes, yes, yes it's about time!"- something I have been feeling for a very long time- way before I began my spiritual journey.

He spoke of our judgements towards others. He spoke of a human race so divided, we build walls due to complete misunderstandings- because we don't understand the differences of people we become suspicious and build not only walls, but we add barbed wire layers surrounding the walls.

This has been existing for a very long time- it's nothing new.

The power of hatred. The power of evil in all of us.

The judgement we hold against others because of their differences. Race, religion, gender, what we wear or where we live, what gang we belong to, or what country club we socialize in.

What car we drive or the house we own. Some examples were those of political parties, sport rivals and religious beliefs.

I personally appreciate the visual examples Pastor B* provided for us. Using such movies as Crash and Hotel Rwanda was a perfect tool. I watched both of these movies more than once-and they are not the type of movie to invite your friends over for pop corn and iced tea.

Like The Boy in the Striped Pajamas, these movies are raw- they are so close to real life.

They express a broken human race- humans that judge and hate.

Pastor B* became very emotional while speaking. He gave a warning that we will feel uneasiness as we listen to him. Open wounds maybe? The guilt? The raw pure hatred some of us, maybe most of us feel for others? The judgement? The shame? The racial tension? The religious wars we fight?

As he reminded us that God loves everyone- not just Christians- or the "do gooders"- but all mankind. His closing question was given with a cracking in his voice- "What will pull us together?"

You would have needed to be a stone hearted individual not to feel something during this service. You would have to be closed off completely. Am I judging here? Possibly, so I apologize. For me, and my family sitting in the low attended service on this 4th of July, 2010- I felt something. I felt a lot of something.

I felt as I begin my new day- I want to be part of the leaders and followers who tear down these walls. The new Berlin Wall- the Chinese bamboo gate- the "no trespassing" sign attached to a fence- the Mexican/USA border war- the racist barrier that divides us- the religious wars attached to our hearts.

And with this march, I must remind myself not to judge or find the hatred in my heart that once festered because of what I may have witnessed or the pain I may have felt from someone. I must remind myself to hold the hand of my enemy- in my heart.

If I could....I would highly suggest Pastor B*'s sermon be repeated yearly.

You may listen to Pastor B* by linking onto: www.lwccyork.com (July 4th service)

Suggested movies: Crash ** Freedom Writers ** The Boy in the Striped Pajamas ** Hotel Rwanda ** and if you can stomach the violence and tolerate the language- American History X

Life Lesson: Less division- I never really liked math anyway.

Peace&Love,

Lis

Stop the madness!!!

2010-07-03T09:08:00.000-07:00

STOP THE MADNESS I SAY!!!!!

I'll warn you- this post has nothing to do with my journey- well, I guess it could. I was undecided - to post or not to post- and well, I did.

This is a story of a woman who has been harassed, teased, insulted - call it what you will- in the end- all I'm saying is " STM"!!!!

Does it really matter to anyone in my group of friends or my family who I voted for in our most recent election- for President?

Does it really matter who was in office during 9/11, the fall of our economy, the fall of man?

Does it really matter to you what I feel deep within my little ol' heart? Politically speaking here now.

Well, apparently to one man, who I will not name but will dub him as "MR. MYPEOPLEARERIGHTYOURPEOPLEAREWRONG".

I've been receiving e-mail jokes regarding our President.

These e-mails have not only be rude,racial and disrespectful but have become harassing.

Okay- before you say, block his e-mail- I have folks. So due to my blocking - I'm now receiving the oh, I'm gonna be a jokester and pull this sensitive gals tail one more time- phone calls.

I'm not related to this person. I've known this person for some time now.

I've tried the nice gal trail and kept my tail pinned between my legs, asking for strength to not explode with an angry bark over the phone or bite him thru the fence by stating "does this matter?" And if so...why?

WRONG!!!! Apparently it does matter!

Football Superstar tells me to ignore him. To allow people who feel empowered to speak their tongues and bother me? No, that is not what my husband is saying.

What he is saying is I'm going to find ignorance no matter where I walk, swim, work, and play. which I do know this

I'm to gracefully tell Mr. MYPEOPLEARERIGHTYOURPEOPLEAREWRONG to please stop sending me e-mails or any other source of information what he meant was bull sh*t due to my Christian beliefs. It's offensive- end of discussion. And, I really didn't want to get my husband involved in this->unless it would be absolutely necessary.

What I want to say is this: STOP the MADNESS! I am 100% a supporter of our country.

Racial slurs offend me- I have a Chinese daughter, duh my father is a "Whap" which would make me one, I have African American, Asian, Puerto Rican and blended friends, I also have Republican friends....and you know what they tell me...people like YOU embarrassed THEM.

Okay, my dream conversation went somewhat like that~ with a few extra ingredients. But how I informed this man was with the grace my husband suggested I add to the recipe, not hot peppers.

Let's see how it taste....MMmmmmm, haven't had a call or a harassing joke sent via e-mail.

My only last word that I need to get in, or type is I still find it amazing that in todays society- there are people that refuse to look at the big picture. My husband laughs at me because I just can't let some things go. I get a hug....and I promise to be a good girl as my Football Superstar heads out the door. I grin, give him a kiss and ask what color peace sign should I get tattooed on my bum? I'm looked at oddly. Well, the next time I need to say my piece/peace.....I'll just shoot over a friendly moon! Good bye honey- and please stay in the house today.

Why does my dear sweet street rat Ginny come back to mind? Oh, yeah....I'm a pit bull with my tail waggin'.

Have a groovy day folks! And let's keep the peace!

Lis

Happy Anniversary

2010-06-29T09:14:00.000-07:00

Football Superstar and I celebrated our 5th wedding anniversary on June 26th. 6 years together.

Only 6 years?! It seems longer- as if our past passed - as if we never even had a past marriage.

I guess that's what a good solid relationship can do to a gal.....oh, don't get me wrong- our marriage is not a box of Godiva chocolates every day- but it certainly is an assortment of Hershey's chocolates!

As I sit here and type this post, Heidi Mae remember the little puppy that started it all sits by my feet snoring. She just watched her favorite family member walk out the door to head in to work.

She watched until his car drove down the stone drive, down to the back road until the car reached the stop sign. She could no longer see the car. I know I couldn't, but that doesn't mean my husbands faithful furbaby couldn't sense her "daddy" was not yet too far for her to stay and keep a sharp hawks eye-waiting. for what? would he turn around?

After five minutes or so.....she returned to her cozy spot- next to her littlest family member- Apple Cheeks. the one she protects

I shake my head and smile at this furbaby. She has no idea what she caused 6 years ago. This GSD born in New York was to return to her roots before she entered her 1st year of doggy-hood. But she and her human momma fell head over heals or make that paws for a man who we are now celebrating not only anniversaries with....but birthdays, holidays and growth.

I think Heidi deserves some extra lovin' today.

Happy Anniversary Baby....... got you on my mind!

The Visit

2010-06-24T16:46:00.001-07:00

She sits in her wheelchair picking at todays dinner. Roasted turkey breast, mashed potatoes, waxed beans and a small slice of vanilla cake with chocolate frosting.

She stares at the food- begins to pick at the turkey breast and mashed potatoes.

Never touching the waxed beans.

She begins to gently mix a packet of cocoa into the brown plastic mug that holds the hot water- slowly she mixes the cocoa- even slower she sips the cocoa.

She looks tired. She looks lost, maybe even lonely. Her small features are hidden by a stylish wig that covers her head that once held a mass of strawberry blonde hair.

Fingernails that were once manicured to perfection on her petite hands are now nails that are kept clipped- squared off just at the tips of her fingers.

As I stand in the doorway of her room watching- I can see her wearing a black slim pencil skirt with matching captivator pumps. I see her wavy strawberry blonde hair perfectly in place. I see those pretty soft pink nails manicured just right- not too long, but long enough to display elegance.

I can smell the perfume she would splash on right before she would walk out the door.

I close my eyes and return to the here and now.

As I walked over to her chair- carefully not to surprise her- she looked up and smiled.

What are you doing here I'm asked.

I just wanted to spend some alone time with you- Mom.

She smiles and tries to say something. After a few moments of nothing- she begins to pick at the cake sitting on her food tray.

I tease by insisting she eat those waxed beans that look so delicious!

There it is- that small turned up nose I so remember when she would disagree. Shaking her head no- she whispers to me as if the head cook of her nursing facility would overhear and march into the room- this food is horrible!!

Giggles fill her eyes with tears. Mine too.

During my 45 minute visit I'm never asked where are my kids. I'm never asked about my husband or even if I have seen my father lately.

I am asked about the pretty teacup charm bracelet I am wearing and that she likes my hair longer.

Sadly this visit is cut short today.

I once struggled watching my mother stumble on her words. Trying to communicate with me, or any of our family members.

Today I listened. I laughed. We laughed.

Today I felt mature. I felt secure. I felt reassured.

Today for the first time my alone time with my mother was pleasant. My selfishness of wanting the mother I remembered was not present. I was allowing myself to talk as if there was no dementia controlling her mind. Could she answer me fully- no. Did she understand what I was talking about during our conversations- yes.

I knew it. I could see it in her pretty green smiling eyes.

I collected my keys off of her nightstand- and as I leaned into kiss her soft cheek and tell her I love her- I hear this very clear voice- no cracking, no hesitation, no stumbling on words say-

when are you coming back?

Soon mommy, soon!

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Second Visit.

As I drove about a half mile down the road to my fathers house (my parents home) where the girls were spending time with their Pop Pop, rain was pounding the road.

I made a mad dash into the house. No one knew I was there- all I can hear is laughter.

Once again I stand in a doorway. This time it's a guest room in a nice home. The home I entered Public School in. The home I became Sweet 16 in. The home that my mother decorated in French Provincial. The home that was once filled with holidays and aromas of Gloria Jeans vanilla coffee. I'm watching my 84 year old father sit on the floor having a tea party with Apple Cheeks. China Doll is stretched out on the guest bed working on the satellite control for the guest room tv my father failed to hook up after 6 months. laughing

This is a different visit. One that is filled with a little chaos and a lot of snacks.

Silliness and games. Spending money for China Doll & Freckle Boy and Piggy Bank money for Apple Cheeks.

For me.....I received a different kind of gift. And I can't wait for my next visit as I had promised my mother.

Life Lesson: Values.

Peace&Love,

Lis

A few more from my Scrap Book

2010-06-16T15:31:00.001-07:00

My "Coachman" big brother & wife Mrs. Coachman
Pop Pop with his girls.
Okay, this is where the tears begin....how did 14 years fly past so quickly? This photo was recently taken (5/2o1o) China Doll attended her 8th grade formal dance.

Scrap Book- time has gone by too quickly*

2010-06-16T15:24:00.001-07:00

Me & my "Limo Driver" big sister
Football Superstar with his lovely mother, Mrs. Ice Cream & China Doll
Freckle Boy, Mrs. Ice Cream & China Doll celebrating the holidays
Dinner on the beach

Scrap Book

2010-06-16T15:15:00.000-07:00

Never seen a cuter Yankee fan!
Fun in Baltimore's Fells Point *(exact spot where Football Superstar and I were married)
Mrs. Ice Cream in Arlington Cemetery where her husband Mr. Ice Cream is buried.
The kids placing memorial stones on their grandfathers headstone- this was an emotional visit.
Home invaders beware! Well....that is if you are a chipmunk or squirrel.

2010-06-16T15:11:00.000-07:00

Apple Cheeks summer of 09'
Football Superstar & Apple Cheeks and 2 other "familia members"
Apple Cheeks....future tap dancer*

Hang on baby....this is going to be some ride!

2010-06-07T17:05:00.000-07:00

This little girls expression is priceless to me.

I do believe I too had this expression a few times.

Yes, I did have this expression- it was during our Alpha course.

While being asked "Lis, what do you think...." my stomach flipped and my eyes bugged out as if I had no seatbelt fastened. Not only was my seatbelt not fastened....the darn thing wasn't even on!

And down.....down.....down I go. My head spins, my palms begin to sweat.....thank goodness that ride is over.

As I mentioned in my previous post- it was the 5th week when I began to ride the roller-coaster, seatbelt on and fastened. I was brave- I stepped out of my comfort zone- painted my face blue like William Wallace and cried Freedom!

No..not really....but I felt that deep inside of me. Freedom. Finally having the knowledge and insight of what I needed to have for so long regarding Christianity.

*************

Due to a Christmas show at my shop, I missed the Alpha Saturday course on the Holy Spirit. Football Superstar attended. That night when we were sharing bits and pieces of our day- he could barely speak to me about what he felt - what was moving inside of him. He was very emotional. Here is where Football Superstar needs to type his own words - very deep and moving- a moment I never witnessed before from my husband.

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However, after a day or two- Football Superstars words echoed. Wow....what the heck....why wasn't, haven't, didn't I feeling anything like that?

The following Monday at Alpha, our table facilitators were asking some of us to speak during the last course. Football Superstar was approached by Pastor S*. I knew it.....I had a fuzzy feeling he would be approached.

There was another table friend asked to speak as well. So, what will this last evening be like- two very strong men, very passionate when they speak, using words that sometimes make me go cross-eyed are going to step in front of 80 people and speak. I would have never been able to do that. First, I am not a public speaker. That course I failed in school because I was too busy twisting my hair in a knot. And second- what would I have to speak of? Wait, I do have something to say! I can't say it.....I'll pass out up there. Pastor S* will be looking at me as if I should be a lot further in my "lesson" than I am. He will be disappointed in me. I'm disappointed in me. Dang nabbit.....I need chocolate.

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One evening I found my husband typing away- like one of our kids, I walked over and hung on his shoulder. He asked me to sit down so he could read this testimony. A testimony?

He read softly and then would pause asking me "too much?" "too formal?".

No..... this testimony coming from my strong willed- non believer of a husband had me in tears.

That night as I sat in bed writing in my journal I find myself silently crying. Again- what the heck was happening to everyone else. Okay, maybe not everyone else, but the most important person in my life was being affected by something- a strong wave of something was taking over this man. And I did not know what to expect.

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Last Alpha course. That evening the meal was wonderful. I must applaud the women (and men) who cooked wonderful dinners each Monday night for those of us attending Alpha. And for the non meat eaters- I was catered too- oh, yeah I was spoiled. Extra cake, salad, pasta, veggies, homemade mac&cheese and I did mention extra large slices of cake.

Dinner was over- Pastor S* spoke briefly, and then introduced those who took the Alpha course to come up and give their testimony. Our table went last. First J* spoke. Then my husband.

I couldn't see through the flood of tears. I tried to look over at Eva's table - but she too was emotional. Our table facilitator C* was emotional. Applause, thumbs up and hugs for Football Superstar.

I would have never, ever, ever, ever, sorry but I wouldn't have ever thought my husband would be speaking at a Christian education course- and now he will be asked to speak in church to a congregation of 800 or more people.

*I wrote a note of thanks for Eva to read to the group- I felt she was the best person for this.

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December 5th. Football Superstar attends both services at LW. He speaks. He has no fears of speaking in public- telling his story. His life. Sharing with mostly strangers. It's not as if we attend a church of 150 people and chances are you are friends or acquaintances with some of the members.

Mrs. Ice Cream was there, one of his brothers, friends from Alpha, and there I sat trying to prepare myself to hear these words again. Don't sob like an idiot in church- hold yourself together girl- hold it together.

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Weeks to follow- I find myself wondering why haven't I had the "wow" yet. Others who spoke at Alpha's last night talked about how they were changed. How they felt this awesome moment, or walked on a beach and had their moment. Went on a bike ride through the countryside and felt this powerful change in their heart. Where was my power hit? *I want to point out that some of the people that took the Alpha course (those we met) were from various religions or non believers. Buddhist, atheist, agnostic and wicka.

On Sundays, Pastor S* hits me with what I call the "Spiritual Punch". I like it, I need that.

But I haven't had anything whop me over the head or on my back. Am I not opening my heart enough? Am I not getting it? What's wrong with me that I am not feeling the spirit?

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This was, has been a struggle for me. I'm looking for something I may not get.

I've been recently told that perhaps I don't need that "wow" and will never get that "wow" because I was never that far from God in the first place. ????????? I need to digest this information. Here is what my information load looks like: a cheap paper plate that was filled with bar-b-que, macaroni salad, baked beans and one deviled egg. I would only eat the beans and macaroni salad.....and the other food I would need to remove or dissect or even taste. This is what I'm doing with what I have. Removing, dissecting and trying to digest in order to understand.

To be continued..........

Life Lesson: Taste the deviled egg.

Peace&Love,

Lis

Scrap Book

2010-06-05T16:34:00.001-07:00

Puppy Love
China Doll attended gymnastic camp at State College~
A sad day~ Coach Yuriy was given a good-bye party after years of coaching the Hanover team.

Yuriy returned to Russia. He was genuinely missed.
China Doll began a sport career that changed our lively hood. We all ate, breathed, slept and rode the gymnastic life for a few years. Apple Cheeks practically grew up in the gym or hotel rooms, and had plenty of new "sisters" that gave her tons of attention. A team of 12 sisters. Olympic bound maybe not.....but our oldest daughter had a natural ability to achieve the skills needed for this hard grueling sport. We traveled on weekends for meets- we met new friends- we spent a lot of money- she practiced 20+ hours a week (not including floor choreography) - we smelled scholarship????????

After an emotional decision- China Doll placed her grips and leo's on a shelf in her bedroom....walked away from the sport of gymnastics 2 weeks before the first meet of a new level season. Did I want to pull her hair out- yes. It took us some time to absorb her decision- anyone who has a son or daughter in this sport knows the hours and financial commitments behind gymnastics. Need I go on?

After learning the "true" reason behind China Dolls decision to quit- we knew of more important skills to work on now besides kips or a salto.

One of these days as parents of a teenage girl~ we will finally "stick it"!

2010-06-05T16:23:00.000-07:00

*Apple Cheeks celebrating her 2nd Christmas
A Buddhist Nun visiting from Japan meeting China Doll. Two very separate countries come together.
April 2007 my little business officially opened to the public. This is Jeanne....she is a very close family friend.....my garden mentor.....my sign maker......a designer for my business.....and one of the sweetest people on earth!

Jeopardy

2010-06-01T08:24:00.000-07:00

January, February,March,April.....May. By the end of May, we begin to find ourselves getting involved in activities or events at this new facility - called church. I'm open for discussion- but please tread lightly because I'm not even in the "newbie" stage- I'm in the "learning stages" of christianity.

We attend MLL which is a night out for married couples held directly in the auditorium- it's SNL "cleaned up" some. But in very good taste and I must say the performers are quite talented! The music is awesome and the crowd is just as fun. There are skits about marital spoofs, politics, sex and usually a guest speaker who finds a remarkable way to not bore the pants off of me. Football Superstar and I are pretty taken back that a "church" even has such an event.

By now- I should be aware that this just ain't the run of the mill church. For me....it's like college - again.

Because.... for me- I've been away from my "birth" religion for years. Catholicism.

Only those who attended Catholic schools and churches are able to "get it". Not all Catholic churches are exactly the same....but chances are you will find rituals of mass very similar.

We Catholics have been taught strict codes- the only religion that is "true"- other denominations don't have it "quite right". The hard part for me is letting go of what was engrained in my young mind.

For 4 months I sit and listen to a man who wears casual clothing, mostly jeans and speaks of his past life- a life not so squeaky clean. A man who is real. A man who is full of hope for his church. I like this man. He's educating me- deeply giving me an entire new perspective on christianity. But can he change my mind on Christians?

Are you a Christian? - I'm asked. Why....are you? I didn't say that...but I wanted so badly to ask what's it to ya.

I was born and raised Catholic- you know us Catholics are in a league of our own.

OOOOOhhhhh- so are you still a Catholic? No...I'm a Buddhist. Wow- I think her eyes just popped out of her head.

Here was my problem.

Why did it matter how long you were a believer? My understanding is this: it is not the TIME of how long you are a believer- it's that you are a believer. And one who walks with Christ- all the time not when it's convenient. That's it....a convenient christian. I had this category- those who fit into the "CC".

And if you were such a believer....a Christ follower.....a Christian- why would you be strangling me with how long you've been "it". And why do you feel it's necessary to inform me of what I need to do. When I just saw you a week ago- and that wasn't your wife.

MMmmm-mmm. This is where my baptist lady comes in....head shakin', arms flappin' with an echo of uuhh-uhh-uhh, no you just didn't.

I needed to stay clear out of the path of the CC population. I'm frustrated- and I whine to Football Superstar. As he informs me there are a few number of CC's that surround him during his daily business transactions, I'm to turn my back politely and remember what Pastor S* just spoke of at the last service. How is he doing this....because I'm about to spit out some major marbles- directing them at eye level

This is the politics of church/religion I do not like.

Buddhism was simple....and for the most part...those who follow Buddha rarely boast of how long they have been, well......a follower.

I know what I need and I need to get it soon.

Eva mentions Alpha. A class that covers many areas of Christianity- God- history- doubts- the bible- for non-believers or believers- no strings attached. Okay- sign me up.

Football Superstar and I begin the 10 week class. Eva is a facilitator - but we are not placed at her table We watch a video presented by Vicar -Nicky Gumble.

We are seated with 8 other adults. We are from all walks of life. All have different views on global religion- christianity and politics. Damn, here we go.....politics.

Erasing the political views was very easy because we all respected one another as we spoke.

Yeah, I'm a talker, but I had no idea what the heck I was talking about. So, when our table facilitator would ask my opinion- I would scrunch my face up and pass. I just didn't want to offend any believers at my table....or get kicked out of class. laughing

I find myself having the same views with another woman at my table. I found S looking over at me, or I would glance over at her with my mouth open wide- ready to spit out what she was thinking. It took a few weeks before I did. Football Superstar began to speak. And why does the commercial- when EF Hutton speaks...everyone listens comes to my mind?

He's quoting, he gives an opinion, he blurts out a scripture and it's meaning. WHAT?

Where the heck did this come from?

There was another table mate- a man who had bible knowledge,a level of intellect- another Football Superstar. This was getting fun....but I am also getting slightly intimidated.

I know nothing about the New Testament. My childhood bible was in Latin. And I only remember the Old Testament.

By the time our 5th week rolled around, I find myself opening up. No more intimidation.

I feel confident to disagree or agree. Our table mates are becoming our friends.

We share so much of our past and present time that I finally see the new meaning of Christian". And I am not alone in this journey. Nor was I alone in the CC issue. My now new friend S tells me of her encounters with CC's. Her husband tells us of his co-workers and their "comic relief" hour - after he informs them of his Alpha class. People are cruel- no matter what we choose to do in our lives. If we share with them- if we dare share with them what is taking place in our lives. I do not have a tolerance for cruelty- I never will understand it.

During this time of my Alpha class- there was a lot running through my wee mind.

Tons. So much that it kept me up at night. Reading and researching. Asking mega questions to Pastor S* during class, after class, e-mails, grabbing him after service on Sundays.

I'm surprised he didn't get a restrainer order against me!

I was like a mad scientist that needed "answers".

Sometimes I would think of myself participating on Jeopardy.

"I'll take Christianity for $500, Alex" - in my snappy tone.

As Alex Trebek begins to read the answer......another contestant pushes her hand held button and states "What is Zechariah 9:9". She just won $500.

My belief is not in jeopardy- but my journey is one that I sometimes struggle to venture on.

My 10 week course is not over yet-(2009) and I know there will be other classes or courses to take -for me. But on a good note- this professor of LW has my attention which is huge.

His assistants have my attention as well. So far....no one lost me- well, I'm still there in body, my mind needs a jolt now and then.

To be continued.........

Life Lesson: Send Football Superstar to Jeopardy- will win $1,000's!

Peace&Love,

Lis

Losing my religion

2010-05-24T08:18:00.000-07:00

Life. The Art of Living. Zen. Soul Searching. Optimism. Racism. Pursuit of Happiness.

There are books and movies for every inch and square corner of our lives.

If I wanted to transform myself into a butterfly or learn to live with wolves, I can do it with a click of my computer mouse or a book from Borders.

I've done it. I've tried them - not all of them- but some good "reads" out there.

I am not a soul searcher by name. I have walked the art of living path.

And....I have walked the pain and hatred path. I rode a horse looking for the "Pursuit of Happiness" trail.

These trails, paths, coffee shop books and zen style teachings lasted for awhile....but not long enough to keep my fuel tank filled enough. Enough is the key word here.

As my happy life continued with my marriage and children- there was something missing.

Like the old skeleton keys that I collected- they all fit the old worn locks but sooner or later something else will break into your soul. I'm sure that babble just made no sense to my readers

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Football Superstar and I talked "religion" one evening. Unexpected to say the least. We talked about the kids, the foundation of religion they really do not have. The "eduction" of religion. Christianity After all, giving our children the foundation will give them a better understanding when they become adults. Unlike my education on religion....where my belief was born out of fear. Or just because I was a good Catholic girl who did what she was told?

I had a lot to say about this decision. If we and thats a huge if we were going to start attending a church "for the kids" then I want to make sure there are the following:

1. No church politics

2. No gossiping women ....what's she wearing?

3. No church politics

4. No confession boxes

5. I will not join the choir

6. NO church politcs

7. Don't preach to me if you are not the pastor or minister

8. Did I already say no church politics? Yeah...I did...and yes I am a Democrat!

Okay then....where do we go? A small community church? A Methodist church? A Southern Baptist church? hey, been there and they are fun! A contemporary church. no, hear they are like cults

So we begin our "shopping". We visit. And we leave. I either fell asleep or I was under dressed.

Geez, this is hard. I want and demand diversity! What....no people of color in Hanover???? There's a small Mexican Catholic church in Oxford we can attend. no Catholic churches remember

Football Superstar surprises me with the religious knowledge he apparently had hidden in his boxers. ? where is this knowledge coming from honey? Thought you didn't believe? Or you were Agnostic? Or was he in the; I'm -in-the-process- of-analyzing-and-reading-researching-and studying phase?

Where I'm in the; needing-my-incense-and buddha loves peace-and there better not be any guilt trip -I'll stare your "Oriental daughter" down stage. PS: she's Asian not an oriental carpet you idiot.

Phew! Thank goodness Eva comes to the rescue because another field trip like this and I was about to call it quits.

Eva and I were on the phone when I was babbling and huffing about this church shopping. As she calmly informed me that shopping was the best thing for us to do. We shouldn't just grab any church for the sake of "attending church".

Now, I have heard this statement from other people from time to time. "I think we'll go to church....it'll do us some good". Oh, like I need to lose 10 pounds....it'll do me some good.

Eva invites us to visit her church- some Sunday. Not any particular Sunday- only extends the invite. Sweet and gentle words. No pressure.

Now...how great would that be, because I LOVE MY EVA and being with her every Sunday would be nice.

But what are the chances of us really liking this church? It's contemporary. It's open denomination. It's large.

It's known for the large gathering of friendly happy people. I've heard rumors about this church. And so has Football Superstar. One rumor in particular is that it's only for rich people. laughing, I know Eva would laugh too

Another rumor...it's cult like. Like the bad cult from the 60's cult? Geez...can't picture my Eva attending a Charles Manson like......church?

Let's go.....we'll visit and see what this church is like.

Why is everyone smiling at me???? What? They are taking their coffee cups in the.....the....auditorium.

Jeans...some folks have on jeans. Again, what's with the smiles....come on people what is in your coffee?

What is that music? Is there a rock concert and we forgot to purchase tickets? Holy toledo the band is good!

Where is the holy water? Oh, yeah...they would need bins of it for a service of 800 people

I'm the only person forming the sign-of-the-cross after hearing a prayer - sinking in chair...sinking in chair. Hey, at least I remembered how to do it!

Who's this guy? Why does he have jeans on? He's the....the...Pastor?????????? What's up with that?

We went back for more.

Life Lesson: Don't judge a book by its cover and do not listen to idle gossip!

Peace&Love,

Lis

Scrap Book

2010-05-21T19:23:00.000-07:00

Godparents* Eva&Doug
Auntie Gracie & Uncle Kevin
Pop Pop
Grandpa Ice Cream

2010-05-21T19:15:00.000-07:00

Aunt Lisa & "Pen Pal Uncle" Sheldon
Heidi- Mae the Nanny
Apple Cheeks with Sam *Flock of Seagulls hairstyle!
Where have I seen this before? Oh, yes Pop Pop! *4/17 post
We stole this from Williamsburg- it now sits in our backyard
Pool time

Almost up to date with This and That.

2010-05-20T08:42:00.000-07:00

I"m almost up to date here!

Apple Cheeks was born July 19th, 2006.

And thanks again to a spectacular team of players- my recovery went well. Minus a few issues upstairs in the recovery wing of the hospital. One, having the nurse from you know where. She tried every trick in her book to intimidate me.....and it would have worked if not for Football Superstar! He stayed with us the entire time while Apple Cheeks and I stayed in the hospital.

China Doll and Freckle Boy came to visit daily. They would go to the pool with Grandma- Mrs. Ice Cream and pop in to visit us bringing an armful of goodies for me to snack on. Soggy soft pretzels from the pool snack bar.....or a chocolate chip cookie that was made on July 19, 2004. ? hopefully the cookie wasn't that old...but it certainly didn't taste fresh! I know...it was the thought of love that counted!

Apple Cheeks had plenty of visitors during our stay at the hospital. My father/Pop Pop, aunts and uncles, friends and cousins.

My mother wasn't able to meet Apple Cheeks until we arrived home. And my father-in-law, Mr. Ice Cream wasn't able to either....he was ill and in the hospital months prior to learning of our newest news.

But shortly after arriving home, Apple Cheek's other grandparents who were anxious to meet, hug and love her finally had their chance.

Our household was busy for weeks.....we had non-stop company. I don't think I ever felt this popular since I brought China Doll home from China! laughing!

Heidi Mae and Sam bonded with Apple Cheeks almost immediately. Sir Clementine could have cared less. "Feed me and leave me be"....that was his motto.

Heidi began to bond the most with Apple Cheeks. well, it's probably because she moves around more- Sam prefers to find a nice spot and sleep - but he did admire this squeaky little bundle of joy!

Apple Cheeks would look for this oversized stuffed animal named Heidi. She would follow the clicking sound of the dogs nails on the wood floor as she would pace.....listen for the barks or whines......listen for the sniffing sound around her tiny little toes.

Apple Cheeks would let out a loud squeaky laugh whenever Heidi sniffed her tiny toes, always ending up with a case of the hick-ups due to her entertainment. This was the beginning of a very tight bond....one that I've seen before. China Doll and our Aurelia. Aurelia would sleep under China Dolls crib....and became my "baby monitor" when even the smallest sign of my little Chinese wonder stirred in her crib.

Heidi was becoming my four legged Nanny. I know...I know....those readers who are not animal lovers may feel I'm nuts, yeah, I am....but I am a firm believer than animals tune into us humans- when we allow them too.

If I was cleaning or attacking laundry- Heidi would tune into the baby monitor before I would hear a peep. She would stand at the bottom of the second floor stairway and look at the door.....look at me....back at the door....then bark. Nine times out of ten, Apple Cheeks would be awake head poking up like a little bird looking for her friend. Or a meal.

Snuggle time usually consisted of me and Apple Cheeks and Heidi. No, not both on my lap. Heidi at my feet as I rocked Apple Cheeks. This normally "Nervous Nelly" of a dog- became a calm female warrior. The natural instinct of her breed brought many memories back to me of another four legged Nanny I once had the pleasure to live with.

What is this dog thinking? Why does she look at my baby in such a way? She can't see in color.....she can't "do" anything for this little baby as she would a puppy.....she can't even play with this little baby girl, so what is going thru this K-9 brain of hers?

If God created such a creature- what did He give them in order to create such a bond with a human?

this is me thinking out loud- it's really not a question

Or was this mans doing? The German general who bred the first German Shepherd Dog. The noble, intelligent and protective breed. Did he give this dog- who is generations after generations after generations bred down from the highest of all nobel breeds the "gift" of __________?

again, thinking out loud

This post wasn't to be all about Heidi Mae's Flash of New York State. It was about a tiny little baby girl who glistened when a large and loud dog came into view.

Months later, as Apple Cheeks begins to crawl and explore....it wasn't only our family members who trotted after her it was Heidi. Protectively placing her body in between a little body and a door way. This dog was NEVER trained...how the heck she know to do that???? We can't even get Heidi to stop eating cat food, how did she get so darn smart? I always say to Football Superstar- it's because she was born in New York! ha ha ha ha ha! Yeah, okay be real Lis.

What ever it is....this bond continues to grow and grow. I share things with Eva....and my doggy lovin' friends and family.

If anything, it's the coolest of moments to watch. Video and pictures to share with Apple Cheeks when she gets older.

And right now...as I type this- Apple Cheeks is sitting at her table coloring a picture for Pop Pop- while Heidi sits right by her little toes.

Sir Clementine passed away a year ago. I missed having a cat sitting on our window sill. But I didn't want to rush out and adopt one or even pick up a "free kitten" from a farmer.

One day I noticed a Maine Coon rescue page and there was an adult male in need of a good home. I was a day too late- he was adopted. Sharon has a Maine Coon and Baxter is a gorgeous cat- and sweet.

I decided to wait and contact the Humane Society. And this is where we found and fell in love with our newest addition- September Moon. Thank you Football Superstar for my sweet cuddly gift!

So now our household is made up of 5 humans and 3 furbabies. It's busy, and chaotic and you may find large hair balls floating across the creeky pine floor or trip over a squeaky toy or maybe sit on a miniature doll house accessory. But it's our fun chaotic home- filled with kids, critters, love and a dash of humor. We are real. We have teens now and one toddler. I have a lot of chocolate - it helps me deal with my teens! ha ha ha!!!!

We are on a journey....... together.

It's This and That which helps me to be thankful.

Life Lesson: Stay on the path.....

Peace&Love,

Lis

So, I Begin this Journey.......

A Godly Child

The Face

A Very Merry......Friendship(s)

Computer Crashing! {pout}

Lessons from a Forgiving Child

Rule of Life

Meet Megan

ReGifted

A Room with a View

Stop Hunger Now

Back In The Saddle

Tapped Out

Appreciated + Appreciate = Yummy?

Tears that water flowers

Do you Love?

A Peaceful Day

I am proof

Ahh....what a day!

Cute

Is that child an original?!!

*Friendship*

What am I thinking...more importantly, what do you think?

Francesca Battistelli- This Is The Stuff

Living on the Edge

My Anthem

Question of the week.

Been Thinking....

A Gift

Scrap Book

Scrap Book

Scrap Book

Grey Poupon?

Just Believe

Confection = Reflection

Two Weeks Down

Scrap Book

Scrap Book

Scrap Book- Meet Virginia

All in a day in VA

Taking a break

A Mom of Teens

Corner talkin' and Corner raiding

Before and After

Another Lesson in Letting Go

Resumes.....Cover Letters....Interviews...OH MY!

Decision

Marriage = Love

Scrap Book

Goin' Green/Goin' Christian

Now I lay me down to sleep....Part 2

Now I lay me down to sleep......

check out, a good read

Patience or Bust!

Thank You

To humble myself

Dance the Day Away....

The Divided Human Race

Stop the madness!!!

Happy Anniversary

The Visit

A few more from my Scrap Book

Scrap Book- time has gone by too quickly*

Scrap Book

Hang on baby....this is going to be some ride!

Scrap Book

Jeopardy

Losing my religion

Scrap Book

Almost up to date with This and That.

Friendship