I'm as bad as any kid when it comes to Christmas. Here it is 3 days before Christmas and I'm so excited that I can't sleep. I didn't get to bed until 1 am, then was awake at 6:15. I tried going back to sleep, but my mind raced with all I had to do...and it's all fun stuff (pretty much). Then again, today being the Imp's birthday has me excited as well.
The reading from Mass today is about Hannah thanking God for her child, Samuel. She had prayed for a child and out of thanksgiving was dedicating the child to God. I prayed for a child, as well. I was so thrilled when I knew I was pregnant and when I awoke early on the 22nd in 1993, and determined I was in labor, my heart swelled with joy. After a short labor, Theresa arrived right at noon. How wonderful to hold her. Christmas had a new meaning, holding a newborn at that time. I pray daily that the Imp will be dedicated to God, that she will hear His call and like Mary, simply say, "be it done to me according to your Word." And I pray, that like Mary, I can support my child in whatever undertaking God calls her.
It's hard to believe the Imp is 15. Images of a driver's permit dance in her dreams. She still has to take an online drug course, so we have at least a few more days until she can get it.
It's almost Christmas!
We put up and decorated our tree Saturday. We often wait until the Imp's birthday...we've always tried to make her feel special and not just a part of Christmas celebrations. But because of her sleep over tonight, we needed to decorate the tree earlier. The Singer got me an early Christmas gift, the Casting Crowns Christmas CD. We played that as we decorated the tree. One of the girls favorite parts is looking at all the ornaments they've gotten, especially their "Make-A-Wish" ornaments they get each year from my mom. They lay them out and make pronouncements about the prettiest, the most elegant, etc. The Singer tends to think the current year's ornament is the best. The Imp, of course, will be a different one.
I wrote the yearly Christmas letter. I know some people hate them. I figure, if you don't want to read it...don't. But I have skipped a few years and always get comments about how much far-away friends like getting the overview of our lives.
Time to finish up my Christmas cards, so I can mail them by Christmas.
Monday, December 22, 2008
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Winter in Florida
Enjoying the beautiful, sunny, balmy weather the last few days while seeing images of ice and snow on the Weather Channel reminds me of why I like living in Florida. My stuffy nose, watery eyes, and sinus headaches remind me that the wonderful weather also allows/encourages year pollen. There is always some plant blooming. My girls are highly allergic to oak pollen (the yellow/green stuff that will coat everything) and suffer through February and March every year. I do react to oak (especially when the pollen is 2 inches deep on everything) but my time of suffering is when the cedar/juniper trees are pollinating. The Pollen Alert let me know that we are indeed in the cedar/juniper season, not that my nose hadn't already informed me of this. But I guess I'd rather the allergies than the ice and snow.
I actually like snow...in moderation, but my last winter up north (Maryland) was 1993/1994. Our area had 16 winter storms...13 were "wintry mix" translated to ice, sleet, slush and all around miserable. Living in a townhouse with no garage, having delivered a baby in December and with a 3 1/2 year old to entertain, it was an unpleasant experience. Remembering the claustrophobic feelings of being trapped indoors, isolated from everyone, unable to get out even in our tiny yard, makes me grateful that I'm in Florida now.
The school year is winding down. The Imp is taking her Algebra II exam right now. She's got 2 exams tomorrow and 1 on Friday. She really stresses at this time of year. She gets sooooo excited about Christmas and her birthday she can barely sit still, but she knows she has to focus on academics. Then she worries that her excitement will prevent her from focusing enough. I'm often called into her room at 10:30 with her asking me to tuck her in, and rub her head so she can calm down enough to fall asleep.
Hubby normally saves vacation so he can be home during the school break at Christmas. This year with our extensive vacations to NYC and Lake Powell, he's short on vacation and has to work through the 23. The Imp is a little down about this, because he's normally home on her birthday on the 22nd. She's having 5 girls over on the 22 for a sleep over. The 23rd we'll celebrate her birthday with her cousins, and then it's Christmas Eve with her choir singing at the 7pm and Midnight Masses. Our tradition has been to go out to dinner at Bennigan's after the evening Mass. The Bennigan's we go to has always been opened on Christmas Eve because it was attached to a hotel. "Our" Bennigan's is now closed. So we are researching to find another venue for our Christmas Eve tradition.
After Midnight Mass we'll head home, put Baby Jesus in the manger, sing a few carols, have hot chocolate (even if it's hot outside) open one present each and finally send the girls to bed sometime around 2 or 3 am. Then Santa gets to start his work. Christmas day we tend to stay home, in our pjs, and enjoy our small little family. We'll be travelling to SC to see my folks on the 27th. My dad just turned 80. He doesn't seem that old to me.
I picked 2 green peppers yesterday and have a few cucumbers still growing. Living in Florida has its perks.
I actually like snow...in moderation, but my last winter up north (Maryland) was 1993/1994. Our area had 16 winter storms...13 were "wintry mix" translated to ice, sleet, slush and all around miserable. Living in a townhouse with no garage, having delivered a baby in December and with a 3 1/2 year old to entertain, it was an unpleasant experience. Remembering the claustrophobic feelings of being trapped indoors, isolated from everyone, unable to get out even in our tiny yard, makes me grateful that I'm in Florida now.
The school year is winding down. The Imp is taking her Algebra II exam right now. She's got 2 exams tomorrow and 1 on Friday. She really stresses at this time of year. She gets sooooo excited about Christmas and her birthday she can barely sit still, but she knows she has to focus on academics. Then she worries that her excitement will prevent her from focusing enough. I'm often called into her room at 10:30 with her asking me to tuck her in, and rub her head so she can calm down enough to fall asleep.
Hubby normally saves vacation so he can be home during the school break at Christmas. This year with our extensive vacations to NYC and Lake Powell, he's short on vacation and has to work through the 23. The Imp is a little down about this, because he's normally home on her birthday on the 22nd. She's having 5 girls over on the 22 for a sleep over. The 23rd we'll celebrate her birthday with her cousins, and then it's Christmas Eve with her choir singing at the 7pm and Midnight Masses. Our tradition has been to go out to dinner at Bennigan's after the evening Mass. The Bennigan's we go to has always been opened on Christmas Eve because it was attached to a hotel. "Our" Bennigan's is now closed. So we are researching to find another venue for our Christmas Eve tradition.
After Midnight Mass we'll head home, put Baby Jesus in the manger, sing a few carols, have hot chocolate (even if it's hot outside) open one present each and finally send the girls to bed sometime around 2 or 3 am. Then Santa gets to start his work. Christmas day we tend to stay home, in our pjs, and enjoy our small little family. We'll be travelling to SC to see my folks on the 27th. My dad just turned 80. He doesn't seem that old to me.
I picked 2 green peppers yesterday and have a few cucumbers still growing. Living in Florida has its perks.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Life's Not Fair
I hate it when I let something I know I shouldn't, get me down. Friday I found out that my homeowners' association dues are being raised, significantly. The reason...because so many people didn't pay their dues last year...primarily because they foreclosed on their houses. Ugh. I play by the rules and I get to pay MORE? My pollyanna view of life doesn't think life should be this way, but as I often tell my children...life isn't fair and trying to make it so will only frustrate and exhaust you and life will still be unfair. But I'm still angry over this and it's not like my anger is doing anything except raising my blood pressure. And once I got angry about this it seemed there are a lot of other things to be frustrated/angry about.
We had our annual extended family Christmas get together yesterday, and overall it was great. I love getting ready for it, even though I tend to drive my immediate family crazy the week of the party. I enjoy cooking and baking for it and I tend to enjoy the 20 people who tend to come. But as I was still reeling from the unfairness of large increase in my dues, every little thing set me on edge. I was feeling "put upon" because I'm the only one who will host this get together...and let's face it, the hostess does a whole lot more than everyone else, even when the dinner is potluck. Then little comments drove me batty. And I was left wondering where is the line between letting little comments slide and acquising to a view I don't believe in. Just because we're family doesn't mean we agree on anything much less everything. But if someone knows I am a happily practicing Catholic, why would they dis the Catholic church? I don't want to start a huge philosophical debate but when do the little digs they make about the Catholic church reach a point where not saying something suggests I agree with them. Let's face it, it's fun to tell Sr. Mary Elizabeth stories and the like. And an organization as large as the Church is an easy target. But when are do the jokes cross the line into true harsh criticism and denunciation of the Church? And I knew I was in a 'bad' mood going in...so I felt my ability to distinguish degrees of acceptability to be lacking. So I found myself leaving many conversations to "check on the food" so I wouldn't scream. And then negative people try my patience anyway so by the time everyone left at 9pm, I was totally exhausted. Thinking over yesterday, I still don't have a definitive way to decide when to let comments slide and when to take a stand. I like to have clear cut rules to live by. This has left me unsettled. And I'm not happy one little bit.
On a positive note, another old friend contacted me on Facebook. This is someone who made my first years of college so good. I consider her a dear friend and am glad we'll do more than exchange Christmas cards, now that we've connected through Facebook.
We had our annual extended family Christmas get together yesterday, and overall it was great. I love getting ready for it, even though I tend to drive my immediate family crazy the week of the party. I enjoy cooking and baking for it and I tend to enjoy the 20 people who tend to come. But as I was still reeling from the unfairness of large increase in my dues, every little thing set me on edge. I was feeling "put upon" because I'm the only one who will host this get together...and let's face it, the hostess does a whole lot more than everyone else, even when the dinner is potluck. Then little comments drove me batty. And I was left wondering where is the line between letting little comments slide and acquising to a view I don't believe in. Just because we're family doesn't mean we agree on anything much less everything. But if someone knows I am a happily practicing Catholic, why would they dis the Catholic church? I don't want to start a huge philosophical debate but when do the little digs they make about the Catholic church reach a point where not saying something suggests I agree with them. Let's face it, it's fun to tell Sr. Mary Elizabeth stories and the like. And an organization as large as the Church is an easy target. But when are do the jokes cross the line into true harsh criticism and denunciation of the Church? And I knew I was in a 'bad' mood going in...so I felt my ability to distinguish degrees of acceptability to be lacking. So I found myself leaving many conversations to "check on the food" so I wouldn't scream. And then negative people try my patience anyway so by the time everyone left at 9pm, I was totally exhausted. Thinking over yesterday, I still don't have a definitive way to decide when to let comments slide and when to take a stand. I like to have clear cut rules to live by. This has left me unsettled. And I'm not happy one little bit.
On a positive note, another old friend contacted me on Facebook. This is someone who made my first years of college so good. I consider her a dear friend and am glad we'll do more than exchange Christmas cards, now that we've connected through Facebook.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Thanksgiving morphs into Holiday Stress
Thanksgiving was wonderful. The Singer came home Wednesday afternoon, and she and the Imp immediately began chattering and continued long after Hubby and I went to sleep. We were just the 4 of us for dinner...we tend to like the low pressure of this meal. The girls don't like turkey so we had grilled steaks and then added to our menu from Sarah's recipes. The potatoes were once again supremely tasty. I always forget what Sarah calls them; we call them Smoshed Potatoes. For dessert we had her Black-Bottom Pecan Praline Bars. Traditionally I make Mrs. Apel's Fudge Pie and the girls were hesitant to agree to the menu change, but as it turned out, the black-bottom part of this recipe is very similar to Mrs. Apel's Pie. [And Mrs. Apel's Fudge Pie is really called Sam Raburn's Fudge Pie...but our neighbor from when we lived in Oscoda Michigan, Mrs. Apel, made this pie and then gave us the recipe. We've always called it Mrs. Apel's Fudge Pie. This was one of Chris' favorites. I always think of him when I make it. So the meal was scrumptious and the company enjoyable. Then the girls convinced us to take them to see Madagascar 2. The Imp is a penguin lover and has been walking around telling us, "Did you know there are 37% more penguins in Madagascar 2 than in Madagascar 1?" The moving was light and entertaining. It also made me miss my nephews, as the movie openned with a rendition of "Move It, Move It" and I can see in my mind's eye little Andrew performing this for everyone on the houseboat in Utah.
I spent Friday baking Creme Horns (a.k.a Lady Locks or Clothespin Cookies). This was by request of the Imp as she had some at a Ference Family wedding and loved them. So I got the recipe from Hubby's mom and set aside Friday for accomplishing this task. It is a labor-intensive endeavor, but worth it. The pastry dough needs to be rolled out 4 times with an hour in the fridge between each roll out and 2 hours of refridgeration before baking. So you don't really get baking until 5 hours into the task. Then you cut 1/2 inch wide strips and wrap them around old-fashioned clothespins covered in foil (or as I did, around 5/8 inch dowels cut to fit my baking sheets) I can fit 4 "cookies" on each dowel and 4 dowels on a sheet. I made right around 100 cookies. Then you have to make the creme filling and pipe the creme into the pastries. I like doing this kind of baking, but I hate "losing" a day to other accomplishments at this time of year.
Friday night we had game night with Hubby's cousin and family. We played Imaginiff. We were rolling on the floor laughing...always a good thing to do.
Now it's November 30...less than 4 weeks until Christmas and the stress level visibly increases. December stressors: birthdays: my dad's, my sister's, my brother's and my other brother's, my daughter's and my brother-in-law's. Our wedding anniversary. Family Christmas party which we host (I tried getting someone else to host and the party didn't take place that year.) Travel to South Carolina for family visit. Christmas cards (with letter). Christmas gift giving. House decorating. Baking for parties, and cookie exchanges. The worst part of all this is that each of these things are things I WANT to do and celebrate. And I want to make everything "just so" (notice I did not say "perfect" but I do have an expectation of how each of these things should be.) I know I create some of the stress by my own expectations and I actively work at trying to alter my expectations. And in addition to all these to do's, it is also suppose to be a time of spiritual preparation for the birth of Christ. So I have personal expectations in the spiritual realm, as well. Actually, it's the 'day to day' stuff that drives me batty during this time. Can't we skip all our regular obligations during December? No extracurriculars, no meetings, etc. THen I'd have the time to do things the way I'd like. I'd rather cancel December meetings/obligations and have them throughout the summer. Oh well...gotta go...I'm presenting the lesson on Tuesday for the Confirmation class on the Corporal Works of Mercy and I need to finish the powerpoint.
I spent Friday baking Creme Horns (a.k.a Lady Locks or Clothespin Cookies). This was by request of the Imp as she had some at a Ference Family wedding and loved them. So I got the recipe from Hubby's mom and set aside Friday for accomplishing this task. It is a labor-intensive endeavor, but worth it. The pastry dough needs to be rolled out 4 times with an hour in the fridge between each roll out and 2 hours of refridgeration before baking. So you don't really get baking until 5 hours into the task. Then you cut 1/2 inch wide strips and wrap them around old-fashioned clothespins covered in foil (or as I did, around 5/8 inch dowels cut to fit my baking sheets) I can fit 4 "cookies" on each dowel and 4 dowels on a sheet. I made right around 100 cookies. Then you have to make the creme filling and pipe the creme into the pastries. I like doing this kind of baking, but I hate "losing" a day to other accomplishments at this time of year.
Friday night we had game night with Hubby's cousin and family. We played Imaginiff. We were rolling on the floor laughing...always a good thing to do.
Now it's November 30...less than 4 weeks until Christmas and the stress level visibly increases. December stressors: birthdays: my dad's, my sister's, my brother's and my other brother's, my daughter's and my brother-in-law's. Our wedding anniversary. Family Christmas party which we host (I tried getting someone else to host and the party didn't take place that year.) Travel to South Carolina for family visit. Christmas cards (with letter). Christmas gift giving. House decorating. Baking for parties, and cookie exchanges. The worst part of all this is that each of these things are things I WANT to do and celebrate. And I want to make everything "just so" (notice I did not say "perfect" but I do have an expectation of how each of these things should be.) I know I create some of the stress by my own expectations and I actively work at trying to alter my expectations. And in addition to all these to do's, it is also suppose to be a time of spiritual preparation for the birth of Christ. So I have personal expectations in the spiritual realm, as well. Actually, it's the 'day to day' stuff that drives me batty during this time. Can't we skip all our regular obligations during December? No extracurriculars, no meetings, etc. THen I'd have the time to do things the way I'd like. I'd rather cancel December meetings/obligations and have them throughout the summer. Oh well...gotta go...I'm presenting the lesson on Tuesday for the Confirmation class on the Corporal Works of Mercy and I need to finish the powerpoint.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Veteran's Day
Today is Veteran's Day. To think that on November 11, 1911 many people truly believed that the 'War to end all wars' was over and so was the reality of world wars. Unfortunately, there will always be those who want more...power, land, resources. Thank goodness there are people willing to serve our country to protect it and all it stands for. I am especially thankful to my dad, Billy Ellis, Retired Air Force, my father-in-law, Ivan Ference, WWII veteran, various other family members including my Uncle Don and currently my nephew, Byron, who recently became a Ranger and is scheduled to be deployed again in May. I am thankful that they gave up so much to protect my rights...my right to be sharing my beliefs on this blog. The United States of America is not perfect, nor are her citizen's, but the beauty of the USA is not what she is, but what she can become as there exists the constant desire and willingness to work towards making her better.
Thank you to all veterans.
Friday, October 24, 2008
Technology
A friend of mine from high school contacted me on Facebook this week. How cool is that? I hadn't heard from her in over 20 years, not that I'm that old or anything. Technology has definitely made a difference in keeping my family close. With people in 3 different time zones, some with small children, some with none, and all kinds of different jobs, email can reach people on their time. I write an email, send it and my parents and all my brothers and sisters can keep up with what's going on. I don't have to worry, 'Did I tell you this?' because everyone was told. For over 7 years, email has kept us connected. It was great 7 years ago when we were planning a surprise party for my parents' 50th wedding anniversary. That was fun and so much easier with email.
Before email we tried to stay connected by sending an 'add-on' letter through the family. Person 1 wrote a page, put it in an envelope and sent it to Person 2, who added their own page and sent both on to Person 3, and so on. Eventually, Person 1 would received the envelope with all the letters from the family. Person 1 would then remove their original letter and add a new one. It actually made it through the rotation once or twice. This kind of slow information sharing is so foreign to the youth of today. Snail mail is rarely used. How sad. It just feels good to get personal mail. In fact, I'm making a small Halloween box for the Singer to send to her at college. You know someone really thought of you if they send you paper mail.
The Rays won last night! Sheilds did a great job. Although David Price in the last game of the playoffs was quite spectacular. 3 more wins and the Rays will be World Champions. To think it was LAST year that they had the worst record in the league. More than one person has commented that maybe dropping "Devil" from their name has helped. I love hearing the cowbells ring while watching the game on TV, but don't know if I could handle the din of noise in person.
The Imp is off to an overnight, straight from school, so I'll have time to sew today. Less than 2 months till Christmas and I've got lots of creating to do. Speaking of creating, I've had a blast scrapping the last few weeks. The all day crop on Saturday was simply wonderful. It was amazingly well-organized, tons of goodies and freebies, and I got much done. I've managed to get through the graduations from this past May and am now working on our trip to NYC. My goal is to to have Utah completed by Christmas. Crops are neat because you can see so many different types of scrapbooking. My purpose/goal of scrapping is to create an attractive display of our family's history. I write more than alot of people...I want to remember the event. I include non-perfect, out-of-focus pictures because I'm not making a contest-winning product, but one for my family. There are many new gadgets/accessories people are using in their books: brads, ribbons, 3-D stickers, etc. I think they take up too much room. And many designs show a single photo on a page with lots of other stuff. Not my style. I really like my books. You can definitely see a progression in my style from when I first started, but the last few books are pretty uniform. Everyone says the number of pictures taken sharply declines with an empty nest. I figure, I'll finally have time to catch up on my back-logged pictures.
Before email we tried to stay connected by sending an 'add-on' letter through the family. Person 1 wrote a page, put it in an envelope and sent it to Person 2, who added their own page and sent both on to Person 3, and so on. Eventually, Person 1 would received the envelope with all the letters from the family. Person 1 would then remove their original letter and add a new one. It actually made it through the rotation once or twice. This kind of slow information sharing is so foreign to the youth of today. Snail mail is rarely used. How sad. It just feels good to get personal mail. In fact, I'm making a small Halloween box for the Singer to send to her at college. You know someone really thought of you if they send you paper mail.
The Rays won last night! Sheilds did a great job. Although David Price in the last game of the playoffs was quite spectacular. 3 more wins and the Rays will be World Champions. To think it was LAST year that they had the worst record in the league. More than one person has commented that maybe dropping "Devil" from their name has helped. I love hearing the cowbells ring while watching the game on TV, but don't know if I could handle the din of noise in person.
The Imp is off to an overnight, straight from school, so I'll have time to sew today. Less than 2 months till Christmas and I've got lots of creating to do. Speaking of creating, I've had a blast scrapping the last few weeks. The all day crop on Saturday was simply wonderful. It was amazingly well-organized, tons of goodies and freebies, and I got much done. I've managed to get through the graduations from this past May and am now working on our trip to NYC. My goal is to to have Utah completed by Christmas. Crops are neat because you can see so many different types of scrapbooking. My purpose/goal of scrapping is to create an attractive display of our family's history. I write more than alot of people...I want to remember the event. I include non-perfect, out-of-focus pictures because I'm not making a contest-winning product, but one for my family. There are many new gadgets/accessories people are using in their books: brads, ribbons, 3-D stickers, etc. I think they take up too much room. And many designs show a single photo on a page with lots of other stuff. Not my style. I really like my books. You can definitely see a progression in my style from when I first started, but the last few books are pretty uniform. Everyone says the number of pictures taken sharply declines with an empty nest. I figure, I'll finally have time to catch up on my back-logged pictures.
Friday, October 17, 2008
Rays Disappoint Me
The Rays game last night was emotionally arduous. I was convinced our young, dedicated, energetic boys would tear up the Red Sox once again. Winning would have clinched a World Series trip. With home runs in the 1st inning and going into the 7th with a 7-0 lead, life was looking very good. But, alas, it was not to be. The pitching was distressing to watch. Hubby, normally quite enthralled with Joe Madden, had choice words to hurl at him and the TV set. Losing 8-7, with a Boston walk-off win, left Hubby wound tight. I am normally content with the size of our house, but last night, what I wouldn't have done for additional rooms in which to hide. Those who know Hubby as a level-headed, calm and apparently unflappable guy would not have recognized the impassioned loon traipsing through the house. I think he saves up all his frustrations and pent-up emotions and lets them loose during athletic competitions. As he is normally sedate, I'm never really sure how to handle his potent responses in such instances. So I went to bed. Let's just hope the Rays come through in Game 6 here at home.
Last weekend was a whirlwind of events. John Angotti, Christian musician, came to our church. He offered free workshops (on liturgy and music ministry) on Saturday and performed a concert Sunday evening. The Singer, having attended Music Ministry Alive (MMA), knew his name and music. But more importantly to her was the fact that Bobby Fisher (musician, not chess player) was coming to play guitar with John. Bobby Fischer has taught/performed/witnessed at MMA. So of course, the Singer was home for the weekend. To complete the Singer's fulfilling weekend, we were asked to pick Bobby Fisher up from the airport! Oh my! The Singer got to call him on his cell phone so we knew where to meet him. I don't think life gets much better than that. Well, maybe it does. The teen choir at our church got to sing with John (and Bobby) during the concert. The Singer got to sing a verse of a song solo. Watching her entire face light up while performing with a Christian band was pretty wonderful. The Imp, taking after her father, was more low-key about the whole thing, but still enjoyed herself immensely. The concert was unbelievably wonderful and spiritually lifting.
Lest, Hubby and I, simply enjoy the weekend offerings, we were hosting our couples' prayer group at our house on Saturday night, and the Imp had her first Homecoming dance to attend.
The Imp went to Homecoming with a group of girl friends and had a great time...her biggest complaint was how hot is was (well...it has been unseasonable warm here...above 90 all week). Fortunately, the Singer did carpool duty and got the Imp where she needed to be. My sister, kindly asked if I had sewn the dress the Imp wore. No I did not. But we have gotten good use out of it. It was purchased last January for a wedding where she was Guest Book Hostess. She then wore it for 2 of her graduation events, and then for our night out on Broadway when we went to NYC.
Kids have school off today, for a teacher professional day. My garden awaits me. My lettuce and onions are coming up nicely, unfortunately not many of my strawberry seeds have produced plants. Next year, I'll purchase plants, not seeds. Much of what I've read, after I purchased seeds, recommends starting with plants. Live and learn. But the real work awaits me in my flower gardens...WEEDS. Ugh. Tomorrow Hubby will mulch while I'm off at an all-day (10 am - 10 pm) crop.
Last weekend was a whirlwind of events. John Angotti, Christian musician, came to our church. He offered free workshops (on liturgy and music ministry) on Saturday and performed a concert Sunday evening. The Singer, having attended Music Ministry Alive (MMA), knew his name and music. But more importantly to her was the fact that Bobby Fisher (musician, not chess player) was coming to play guitar with John. Bobby Fischer has taught/performed/witnessed at MMA. So of course, the Singer was home for the weekend. To complete the Singer's fulfilling weekend, we were asked to pick Bobby Fisher up from the airport! Oh my! The Singer got to call him on his cell phone so we knew where to meet him. I don't think life gets much better than that. Well, maybe it does. The teen choir at our church got to sing with John (and Bobby) during the concert. The Singer got to sing a verse of a song solo. Watching her entire face light up while performing with a Christian band was pretty wonderful. The Imp, taking after her father, was more low-key about the whole thing, but still enjoyed herself immensely. The concert was unbelievably wonderful and spiritually lifting.
Lest, Hubby and I, simply enjoy the weekend offerings, we were hosting our couples' prayer group at our house on Saturday night, and the Imp had her first Homecoming dance to attend.
The Imp went to Homecoming with a group of girl friends and had a great time...her biggest complaint was how hot is was (well...it has been unseasonable warm here...above 90 all week). Fortunately, the Singer did carpool duty and got the Imp where she needed to be. My sister, kindly asked if I had sewn the dress the Imp wore. No I did not. But we have gotten good use out of it. It was purchased last January for a wedding where she was Guest Book Hostess. She then wore it for 2 of her graduation events, and then for our night out on Broadway when we went to NYC.
Kids have school off today, for a teacher professional day. My garden awaits me. My lettuce and onions are coming up nicely, unfortunately not many of my strawberry seeds have produced plants. Next year, I'll purchase plants, not seeds. Much of what I've read, after I purchased seeds, recommends starting with plants. Live and learn. But the real work awaits me in my flower gardens...WEEDS. Ugh. Tomorrow Hubby will mulch while I'm off at an all-day (10 am - 10 pm) crop.
Wednesday, October 08, 2008
Rays the Roof
The Tampa Bay Rays won the ALDS! A Cinderella story for sure. Last year (and a few other years as well) they were dead last in the standings. This year they won the division series! We're all stoked. It's hard waiting until Friday to watch them play. The game should be great...and against the Red Sox.
I was watching Miracle on Ice and was struck by the cultural differences between 1980 and today. It's hard for me to believe that it's been almost 30 years since then. 1980 in many ways marks the beginning of my life as an adult. I graduated high school in 1981. The 80's are fresh in my memory, I'm not sure what happened to the 90's (I gave birth in 1990 and 1993...so I guess that decade is obscured by motherhood) and the time since 2000 is marked by very emotional events which seem to over-ride other memories: 9-11, Chris' death, and John's illness and death. Anyway...the coach of the American hockey team comments that only 20 guys will make the team out of 220 million Americans. The population in 2007 was estimated to be over 300 million. That's a lot more people sharing this land than 30 years ago. It's mind boggling to me to imagine that many people living relatively peacefully together.
I'm busy scrubbing down my house as we are hosting Teams of Our Lady prayer group at our house Saturday night. I love this group of couples...I know they really don't care what my house looks like. But I want it to look nice. I'm cooking a crock pot chicken dish. Saturday is also the Imp's first Homecoming. Her girl friends are meeting here before heading off to the dance. So things will be a little hectic between now and Sunday.
Next week, I'll get the opportunity to scrap bunches. My friend's hubby is out of town next week, so she's scrapping every day...I'll make it over 2 or 3 days and then the 18th is a Krop for Kids that we're attending. I love it when I can crop all day and support foster kids at the same time. And I'll savor every minute as it could be my last big crop for a while. Economic times being what they are.
Hubby is watching Christopher West speaking on Theology of the Body. He is such a dynamic speaker and has such wisdom to share. I love listening to him, so I'm off to sit next to Hubby and enjoy being married to the greatest guy.
Saturday, October 04, 2008
Fireproof Your Marriage
Last Saturday morning, Hubby and I went to see Fireproof. For a super-low budget film, made by volunteers, it was quite good. We went with another couple and had lunch together afterwards. [As an aside, I'd much prefer to see movies in the late afternoon or evening, but since the price of tickets is now $9.50 for prime-time showings, we've resorted to seeing before noon showings at $5.00...and Saturday we had a free movie coupon from our moviewatchers membership so we both saw a new release movie for $5.00.] Marriage is something that is on my mind often. I believe family is the foundation of a society, and that God intended families to have a mom and a dad. I know people who've attended marriage counseling and been told things I think are destined to undermine the marriage, not help it.
Hubby and I have been involved in the marriage preparation program, Engaged Encounter, for over 18 years. It's a great ministry and being involved in teaching couples tools to use to keep a marriage healthy has benefited our marriage immensely. But I think there is not enough support for married couples who are NOT thinking of divorce. Something to nourish a marriage so that it is strong and healthy, not simply surviving. The couple we had lunch with mentioned the Covenant of Love program. So I am now working on getting this program started at my church. I've had a meeting with our Director of Faith Formation and am proceeding along. I'm am really excited about this undertaking. The Director mentioned the idea of having a program for married couples to a few couples at church and she said the response was overwhelmingly positive. She said, "The people are starving for something like this." So, I've a new mission.
The movie mentions the "Love Dare" and I'm thinking of purchasing that book, to have as a reference in dealing with anyone I love but who I'm frustrated/disillusioned with. Apparently lots of people think it'd be a good buy as mentioned in this article. I was scrapping with some friends and the talk got around to our teen aged children. One mother was sharing how hard it was to FEEL loving toward a know-it-all teen. I think the Love Dare would be a great tool in living with teenagers through their obnoxious stages. Some modifications would need to be made, but it still seems like a good idea.
I began purchasing Christmas gifts. With the economy like it is and with the extravagant vacations we took this past summer, Christmas will be relatively small this year. I made a trip to JoAnn's and with my 40% off coupon I bought quilted material to make "Vera Bradley" type purses. I also purchased sale material to make each of them a night-shirt. I'm crocheting an afghan, that Hubby knows about, but will be wrapped and put under the tree (although he'll probably use it before hand as he is perpetually cold and believes you can never have too many blankets/throws/afghans). I'm keeping my eyes open for good deals and will start putting things away for December. The hardest thing is the Imp having a Dec 22 birthday. Someone planned poorly on THAT, didn't they?
I've got lettuce and onions peaking through the soil. I'm so impatient. I plant the seeds and want to harvest the next week. Doesn't quite work that way. I know now why I didn't garden earlier in my life...I didn't have the patience then. I enjoy hand watering my veggies, pulling the few weeds and savoring the quiet of gardening, even for a few minutes each day. Hubby and I call it "inspecting the back 40" as if our little plat of land were a multi-acreage ranch. But to us, our home is wonderful and we're very thankful to have it. A friend is also starting to garden and when I thin my onions and lettuce, I'll give some plants to her. I over-planted the seeds...I'll know better next time. It's nice to have someone to talk dirt with.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Monday, September 22, 2008
Home for the Weekend
Friday was a great day. The Imp called at 2:50 to say swim was cancelled...I told her, "Run, catch the bus." thus saving me from driving the 35 minutes to the school and the additional 45 minutes home (Fridays' traffic gets worse by the minute after 3:00pm). The Imp was NOT happy about riding the bus...her first time. Fortunately she found a friend. She was home a little before 4:00pm, hot and tired. "There's no air condition on the bus!" Yep, knew that. She had worn a top with straps instead of sleeves to school, thus had a jacket on over it (to stay in dress code). Not a problem usually as the classrooms tend to be chilly. But she was afraid to take the jacket off on the bus for fear of being nabbed. I don't think she would have been, but I didn't tell her that. If she chooses to wear that top, she'll have to be willing to deal with the consequences. I was glad to know she wasn't willing to break the rules.
Friday evening, Hubby went and picked up the Singer from USF and pizza on the way home. We threw in a rental (Eragon) and had pizza, salad and popcorn in front of the TV. The Imp slept in the Singer's room with her and they stayed up late catching up on sister stuff.
It was just nice to have the Singer around. The Imp was ecstatic and her mood was rather positive all weekend.
Saturday the Singer ran errands for us (yea!), taking the Imp with her. The errands should have taken about 1 1/2 hours. It took them 2 1/2 hours. I didn't mind. Saturday night we ate on the back porch (Hubby had cleaned the entire deck area during the day) in very pleasant weather. In honor of the Singer we had fresh green beans, and for the Imp we had some delectable potatoes courtesy of Sarah's recipe. The Singer had made lemon bars during the day for desert.
Going to church together on Sunday was comforting and then we went to see "Ghost Town." It was better than I had anticipated. We all laughed out loud.
Of course the washing machine ran all weekend (it wouldn't have to run so long if it weren't on its last leg...it occasionally doesn't drain after the rinse cycle and it fills at an exceptionally slow pace. In fact, we often use buckets to pour water in to expedite the process.
I took the Singer back to USF this morning. She doesn't have class until 11:45 on Mondays!
The weekend was a great rejuvenating time for all of us.
Friday evening, Hubby went and picked up the Singer from USF and pizza on the way home. We threw in a rental (Eragon) and had pizza, salad and popcorn in front of the TV. The Imp slept in the Singer's room with her and they stayed up late catching up on sister stuff.
It was just nice to have the Singer around. The Imp was ecstatic and her mood was rather positive all weekend.
Saturday the Singer ran errands for us (yea!), taking the Imp with her. The errands should have taken about 1 1/2 hours. It took them 2 1/2 hours. I didn't mind. Saturday night we ate on the back porch (Hubby had cleaned the entire deck area during the day) in very pleasant weather. In honor of the Singer we had fresh green beans, and for the Imp we had some delectable potatoes courtesy of Sarah's recipe. The Singer had made lemon bars during the day for desert.
Going to church together on Sunday was comforting and then we went to see "Ghost Town." It was better than I had anticipated. We all laughed out loud.
Of course the washing machine ran all weekend (it wouldn't have to run so long if it weren't on its last leg...it occasionally doesn't drain after the rinse cycle and it fills at an exceptionally slow pace. In fact, we often use buckets to pour water in to expedite the process.
I took the Singer back to USF this morning. She doesn't have class until 11:45 on Mondays!
The weekend was a great rejuvenating time for all of us.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Dropping Off Your Kids to the Government
In August I saw an article about the "Safe-Haven" law passed in Nebraska. It is a very generally worded law allowing for much interpretation, but basically says you can drop your child (up to age 19) off at a 'safe' place if you cannot or don't want to care for them. Ouch. “All children deserve our protection,” said Sen. Tom White, who helped broaden the measure. “If we save one child from being abused, it’s well, well worth it.” But I worry, will children who already feel unloved not have that notion proven to them when their parent does indeed drop them off...even in a fit of anger/frustration/helplessness. I get upset when I hear of married couples casually threatening divorce/abandonment during an argument. I believe that is very damaging to a relationship. Once you've said that you are contemplating ending the relationship, the relationship becomes less secure and trust between the individuals lessens. Now imagine a parent flippantly telling a rebellious, pain in the rear teenager, "I'm gonna drop you off..." You can't take that back. And isn't part of the security of parents is that they DON'T give up on you.
Today I saw the next article about 2 children (11 and 15) being dropped off in Nebraska. I hope no foster/adopted children in Nebraska read that. They already fear that nothing (especially relationships)lasts...now they know it's true.
Beyond being very afraid of the emotional damage this law can do to countless children, I wonder what the state is going to do with them? The foster care system is already short of parents. Who is going to care for (and I use the word care as in seriously caring what happens to them...not just feed and clothe them) these children?
Wish I had some great answers on how to save children, but I don't. I do believe Nebraska missed the boat on the safe-haven law and hope they repeal it.
Today I saw the next article about 2 children (11 and 15) being dropped off in Nebraska. I hope no foster/adopted children in Nebraska read that. They already fear that nothing (especially relationships)lasts...now they know it's true.
Beyond being very afraid of the emotional damage this law can do to countless children, I wonder what the state is going to do with them? The foster care system is already short of parents. Who is going to care for (and I use the word care as in seriously caring what happens to them...not just feed and clothe them) these children?
Wish I had some great answers on how to save children, but I don't. I do believe Nebraska missed the boat on the safe-haven law and hope they repeal it.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Signs of the Times
I often find myself torn. Hearing, "Things are so bad today...What's the world coming to?...The country's going downhill..." I find myself immediately agreeing and then thinking...are they really that bad. Or is it the increased reporting of the bad stuff making it all seem worse? But then I read this morning's paper and felt like the nay-sayers are probably right.
The first story that had me reeling was a story on the cost of attending the Buccaneers' football games. A woman was complaining that she didn't know how much longer she could attend games...she estimates with tailgating, gas, tickets and food she spends $700 for her family to attend a football game. $700? Are you kidding? For 6-8 hours worth of entertainment...that's $100 an hour! It really floored me. This wasn't something she does occassionally. They attend all home games...that's $5600 for the season, excluding any playoff games. $5600 on entertainment from Sept thru December. $1400 a month! My mind is having a very hard time getting a handle on this. It is simply incredible. That would be like spending $278 in 1980. An amazing amount of money any year.
So after exclaiming outloud while reading that story, I moved on to read about the train engineer who was text-messaging while driving a train! In text-message format: OMG.
I sometimes feel like I must be going crazy because I see these stories as incredible instead of expected.
The first story that had me reeling was a story on the cost of attending the Buccaneers' football games. A woman was complaining that she didn't know how much longer she could attend games...she estimates with tailgating, gas, tickets and food she spends $700 for her family to attend a football game. $700? Are you kidding? For 6-8 hours worth of entertainment...that's $100 an hour! It really floored me. This wasn't something she does occassionally. They attend all home games...that's $5600 for the season, excluding any playoff games. $5600 on entertainment from Sept thru December. $1400 a month! My mind is having a very hard time getting a handle on this. It is simply incredible. That would be like spending $278 in 1980. An amazing amount of money any year.
So after exclaiming outloud while reading that story, I moved on to read about the train engineer who was text-messaging while driving a train! In text-message format: OMG.
I sometimes feel like I must be going crazy because I see these stories as incredible instead of expected.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Silence
A recurring theme keeps cropping up at my Teams meeting (couple prayer group). That we don't have enough silence and still-time. And that we all really crave it. People are so far removed from experiencing silence, that they don't recognize their cravings, and often try to fulfill it with more...more noise, more activity, more things. When we went to New York City back in June, the noise was incredible. We went back to our hotel room mid-day to recoup, not just because of the heat, but we needed some time of silence. I read about homes with the TV on for 8, 9 hours a day. The TV is on in my house too much, but it's usually 1-2 hours in the afternoon (Oprah, Dr. Phil, news, or a Disney show the Imp is watching), then it's off through dinner time and is often on from 8-11...sometimes later, especially with overtime baseball games (the Rays won in the 14th inning the other night) and late football games (USF beat Kansas last night!) I've found myself turning the TV off more and more, even during those times. It's too much. We taken the Imp's i-pod away at night when we discovered she was essentially sleeping with it on. I just don't understand that one. But we told her....you need some quite time. How can you hear God or even yourself if you never stop the noise. Psalm 46:10: Be still and know that I am God.
I spent yesterday scrap booking with a friend (9-3). It was wonderful on many accounts...I love working with the pictures and remembering the events from the photos, and I love creating 'pretty' pages. I love the creative process. And I love the social aspect of doing it with someone else and gabbing all day. When I got home, I called my mom while Hubby drove us to get the Imp after swim. We took the Imp and some friends out for a quick bite before depositing them back at school for the football game. We got back home around 8pm. I just wanted quiet. To be with people all day...I just needed a little time of quiet. Our pool outback is wonderful for that.
As I read Cindy's blog, I'm often find myself agreeing with her emphatically. Her minimalists views have me thinking how to stream-line my own life/house. I don't think I'll ever live off the grid, but I definitely aspouse to live modestly. I think that minimalist mentality transcends my life to include more than material things. It includes picking and choosing carefully that which I say 'yes' to. As a stay at home mom, I'm often asked to 'chip in and help out' and I have no problem with that, but I don't need to be on 8 committees or to have a slew of things to do for others. Our society tends to place great importance on a filled palm pilot/blackberry. There is nothing wrong with having nothing planned. That's when you have time to stretch your spirit and intellect...to read that article, or write that letter, or contemplate the universe.
I am not an elequent writer and feel I've not captured everythig I wanted to say...but it's a start.
Along the lines of simplicity, etc. the people collecting money at intersections is really starting to drive me crazy (pun intended). It seems at every big intersection in my part of town, there are people with buckets that walk among the cars stopped at the red lights, asking for donations. Can I not even drive in peace? This has been going on a while (as in years). People use to stay on the medians, try to make eye contact with drivers and if someone rolled down their window, then the collectors would approach a car. Not any more...they'll knock on your window!! Look....trust me I saw you there with your bucket and if I wanted to give I figured out I just needed to call you over. Looking straight ahead and leaving my window up is a sign....leave me alone. I give to people and organizations I have investigated, trust and believe in. I know there are many worthy causes out there. I can't give to all of them. These 'street collectors' are worse than telemarketers. I use to say hello to them...wishing them well, etc. But they have become so agressive I give them no encouragement at all. I use to think my smile and greeting would make their time in the hot sun more enjoyable and that having them know that even people who didn't give money, might support their endeavors in spirit. Not any more. Any encouragement from me only doubles their efforts to have me part with my money. Ugh. I actually plan to avoid some intersections the people have become so aggressive. The line I use with telemarketers leaves most of them speechless. I tell them I lost my brother to ALS and support that organization and don't have anything more to share with theirs.
I spent yesterday scrap booking with a friend (9-3). It was wonderful on many accounts...I love working with the pictures and remembering the events from the photos, and I love creating 'pretty' pages. I love the creative process. And I love the social aspect of doing it with someone else and gabbing all day. When I got home, I called my mom while Hubby drove us to get the Imp after swim. We took the Imp and some friends out for a quick bite before depositing them back at school for the football game. We got back home around 8pm. I just wanted quiet. To be with people all day...I just needed a little time of quiet. Our pool outback is wonderful for that.
As I read Cindy's blog, I'm often find myself agreeing with her emphatically. Her minimalists views have me thinking how to stream-line my own life/house. I don't think I'll ever live off the grid, but I definitely aspouse to live modestly. I think that minimalist mentality transcends my life to include more than material things. It includes picking and choosing carefully that which I say 'yes' to. As a stay at home mom, I'm often asked to 'chip in and help out' and I have no problem with that, but I don't need to be on 8 committees or to have a slew of things to do for others. Our society tends to place great importance on a filled palm pilot/blackberry. There is nothing wrong with having nothing planned. That's when you have time to stretch your spirit and intellect...to read that article, or write that letter, or contemplate the universe.
I am not an elequent writer and feel I've not captured everythig I wanted to say...but it's a start.
Along the lines of simplicity, etc. the people collecting money at intersections is really starting to drive me crazy (pun intended). It seems at every big intersection in my part of town, there are people with buckets that walk among the cars stopped at the red lights, asking for donations. Can I not even drive in peace? This has been going on a while (as in years). People use to stay on the medians, try to make eye contact with drivers and if someone rolled down their window, then the collectors would approach a car. Not any more...they'll knock on your window!! Look....trust me I saw you there with your bucket and if I wanted to give I figured out I just needed to call you over. Looking straight ahead and leaving my window up is a sign....leave me alone. I give to people and organizations I have investigated, trust and believe in. I know there are many worthy causes out there. I can't give to all of them. These 'street collectors' are worse than telemarketers. I use to say hello to them...wishing them well, etc. But they have become so agressive I give them no encouragement at all. I use to think my smile and greeting would make their time in the hot sun more enjoyable and that having them know that even people who didn't give money, might support their endeavors in spirit. Not any more. Any encouragement from me only doubles their efforts to have me part with my money. Ugh. I actually plan to avoid some intersections the people have become so aggressive. The line I use with telemarketers leaves most of them speechless. I tell them I lost my brother to ALS and support that organization and don't have anything more to share with theirs.
Monday, September 08, 2008
Out of the Cone of Uncertainty
Once again, Tampa seems to be out of the path of another hurricane. Ike looks like he's going to Texas. Just hope that he doesn't hit Louisiana again. I just found out that my almost 80 year old aunt is still without electricity in Baton Rouge from Gustav. I hate to say we'd like a storm, but the last few storms have actually drawn moisture away from us and we need some rain. Without a tropical system hitting Tampa in August or September, it's hard for us to meet our annual average of rainfall.
Saturday night's USF vs UCF game was quite exciting. USF blew UCF out of the water last year 64 to 12. This year USF announced that 2008 would be the last year that USF played UCF. UCF took it as an insult and there was a lot of trash talk before the game. UCF was fired up to show USF that they were serious rivals. USF led UCF 24 10 going into the 4th quarter. UCF tied the score and than USF missed a field goal to win the game. Overtime was required. Fortunately, USF managed to score a touchdown and hold UCF, so they won 31-24. Whew. The Singer went to the game and said it was quite an experience being there. I'm trying to talk Hubby into going to Friday's game against Kansas.
The Rays are driving us crazy. They've lost way to many in the last 3 series. We're still hoping to be division champions... The Rays are exciting to watch. The Buccaneers lost their season opener. This household's not too upset. We're ready for Gruden to go. Don't like him, don't trust him. Think he's way over-rated. But it's hard not to cheer on the good guys like Derrick Brooks and our returning favorite, Warrick Dunn. (Both do an incredible amount for the community).
The Imp's school load is significantly more than in previous years. This is a good thing. For the most part she's managing her time pretty well and working hard. Last night was an exception. She has block scheduling (90 min classes), so she has an A and B-day schedule which alternate. She forgot that Algebra II was a B-day class and today is B-day. SO at 9:00 I'm giving her a tutorial on proofs. Ugh. She pulled it together and I don't think that'll happen again.
The Singer has begun swimming on the USF intramural team. She said she didn't know how much she missed swimming until she went. She also said she couldn't believe how out-of-shape she was...her arms felt like noodles after the first practice.
This week I'm out planting...my strawberry seeds came. Hubby's building me a new bed next weekend.
Saturday night's USF vs UCF game was quite exciting. USF blew UCF out of the water last year 64 to 12. This year USF announced that 2008 would be the last year that USF played UCF. UCF took it as an insult and there was a lot of trash talk before the game. UCF was fired up to show USF that they were serious rivals. USF led UCF 24 10 going into the 4th quarter. UCF tied the score and than USF missed a field goal to win the game. Overtime was required. Fortunately, USF managed to score a touchdown and hold UCF, so they won 31-24. Whew. The Singer went to the game and said it was quite an experience being there. I'm trying to talk Hubby into going to Friday's game against Kansas.
The Rays are driving us crazy. They've lost way to many in the last 3 series. We're still hoping to be division champions... The Rays are exciting to watch. The Buccaneers lost their season opener. This household's not too upset. We're ready for Gruden to go. Don't like him, don't trust him. Think he's way over-rated. But it's hard not to cheer on the good guys like Derrick Brooks and our returning favorite, Warrick Dunn. (Both do an incredible amount for the community).
The Imp's school load is significantly more than in previous years. This is a good thing. For the most part she's managing her time pretty well and working hard. Last night was an exception. She has block scheduling (90 min classes), so she has an A and B-day schedule which alternate. She forgot that Algebra II was a B-day class and today is B-day. SO at 9:00 I'm giving her a tutorial on proofs. Ugh. She pulled it together and I don't think that'll happen again.
The Singer has begun swimming on the USF intramural team. She said she didn't know how much she missed swimming until she went. She also said she couldn't believe how out-of-shape she was...her arms felt like noodles after the first practice.
This week I'm out planting...my strawberry seeds came. Hubby's building me a new bed next weekend.
Thursday, September 04, 2008
This and that
Things are beginning to settle into a routine. The Imp has swim practice M-F from 3-4:30, unless she has a meet. They tend to be on Tuesdays or Thursdays and are at 7pm. Bible Study starts next week. Hubby and I are attending the "History of the Bible" 8 week course at our church on Monday nights, and I'm attending a study on Exodus at another church on Tuesday mornings. Thursdays will find me at my friends scrapping away. Life is so very good.
I spent today trimming bushes in the yard. It was quite hot. This past week has been the hottest in a long time as we've had no rain to cool us off. Tomorrow I beginning planting for my 'cool weather' harvest. I ordered my strawberry seeds and lettuce seeds last week. Hubby is talking about making me another raised bed for my veggies. Like I said, life is very, very good.
The Singer is settling in at college. The first night her roommate was there, the roommate went out and drank so much that after getting sick she didn't even remember it in the morning. Fortunately, of the 4 girls in the 2 rooms which share a study space and bathroom, there are 2 drinkers and 2 non-drinkers. So the Singer changed rooms so she is now with a non-drinker. Whew. Her new roommate has been busy trying to convert the Singer and make sure she has been "saved." As a Catholic, we believe we have been saved by Jesus' death and Resurrection, but don't tend to use those words. Her roommate is not convinced that Catholics are saved. After spending the first 18 years of her life in predominately Catholic settings, the Singer is surprised that many other Christians don't really believe Catholics are Christian. Hopefully, the roommate seeing the Singer's actions, attendance at Mass, etc. will accept her for who she is.
The Imp ran into a similar event when a classmate, a Jehovah's Witness, began to try to proselytize her. Again, she was more than taken aback the someone wouldn't accept that her faith was just as real and as important as theirs. Great learning situations for both girls. A Catholic Radio Station talk show host, Gus Lloyd is holding classes entitled "Want to know what to say to defend your Catholic faith?" The classes are aimed at high school students, so it's perfect timing for the Imp.
We're watching the train of storms coming in from the Atlantic. So far, so good. Hanna's gonna miss us. North Carolina looks like her target. Ike is still questionable and much stronger. Then Josephine is waiting to come at us after Ike.
Hubby is trying to fly to PA to visit his folks. Work keeps making him hesitate to make firm plans. The biggest hurdle is his parents' lack of Internet service. He'd have to stay in a hotel to have access to the Internet, meaning he could work 1/2 days while in PA. But he really wants to stay with his folks, partly because they want him to, and partly so he can better see what needs to be done. Last year he helped 'winterize' their house with storm windows and such. So my goal is to have him in PA by the end of October. I think we'll be staying home for Thanksgiving and will probably travel to SC to see my parents after Christmas.
Hubby and I were watching Christopher West and were wishing more would listen to him. He's a dynamic speaker and what he has to say about the human body and sexuality is awesome.
I spent today trimming bushes in the yard. It was quite hot. This past week has been the hottest in a long time as we've had no rain to cool us off. Tomorrow I beginning planting for my 'cool weather' harvest. I ordered my strawberry seeds and lettuce seeds last week. Hubby is talking about making me another raised bed for my veggies. Like I said, life is very, very good.
The Singer is settling in at college. The first night her roommate was there, the roommate went out and drank so much that after getting sick she didn't even remember it in the morning. Fortunately, of the 4 girls in the 2 rooms which share a study space and bathroom, there are 2 drinkers and 2 non-drinkers. So the Singer changed rooms so she is now with a non-drinker. Whew. Her new roommate has been busy trying to convert the Singer and make sure she has been "saved." As a Catholic, we believe we have been saved by Jesus' death and Resurrection, but don't tend to use those words. Her roommate is not convinced that Catholics are saved. After spending the first 18 years of her life in predominately Catholic settings, the Singer is surprised that many other Christians don't really believe Catholics are Christian. Hopefully, the roommate seeing the Singer's actions, attendance at Mass, etc. will accept her for who she is.
The Imp ran into a similar event when a classmate, a Jehovah's Witness, began to try to proselytize her. Again, she was more than taken aback the someone wouldn't accept that her faith was just as real and as important as theirs. Great learning situations for both girls. A Catholic Radio Station talk show host, Gus Lloyd is holding classes entitled "Want to know what to say to defend your Catholic faith?" The classes are aimed at high school students, so it's perfect timing for the Imp.
We're watching the train of storms coming in from the Atlantic. So far, so good. Hanna's gonna miss us. North Carolina looks like her target. Ike is still questionable and much stronger. Then Josephine is waiting to come at us after Ike.
Hubby is trying to fly to PA to visit his folks. Work keeps making him hesitate to make firm plans. The biggest hurdle is his parents' lack of Internet service. He'd have to stay in a hotel to have access to the Internet, meaning he could work 1/2 days while in PA. But he really wants to stay with his folks, partly because they want him to, and partly so he can better see what needs to be done. Last year he helped 'winterize' their house with storm windows and such. So my goal is to have him in PA by the end of October. I think we'll be staying home for Thanksgiving and will probably travel to SC to see my parents after Christmas.
Hubby and I were watching Christopher West and were wishing more would listen to him. He's a dynamic speaker and what he has to say about the human body and sexuality is awesome.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Fay a No-Show for Tampa
I sat down to write about the total lack of rain we've received since Fay hit Florida only to have the heavens open up and dump some rain down. Tampa has once again been spared a direct hit from a tropical storm/hurricane. Not only did Fay not hit us, most of the bands haven't reached us either. Unfortunately, the east coast of Florida has not been so lucky. 20+ inches of rain in Melbourne, FL. Expecting up to 36+ inches before Fay goes away. She's been hanging out in Melbourne moving at the almost non-existent rate of 2 mph. They predict she'll head west across the northern part of the state tomorrow. Sure hope Georgia gets some of the rain.
Hubby and I dropped the Singer off at college this morning. It was hard. I'll miss her. She's just a great kid, even when she was driving me batty, as only she knew how. She left Hubby and I a letter that we found this afternoon. It was a beautiful thank you letter for doing so much for her. The Imp is already missing her. Combine that with the stress of starting a new school...a school with 4 to 5 times the number of students as her K-8 school and the Imp is working hard to hold it together. I know she'll persevere, but it'll be work for the next week or so. She also began swim practice today.
The rain has already stopped, but I'm sure will get more of Fay's rainbands in the next few days.
Hubby and I dropped the Singer off at college this morning. It was hard. I'll miss her. She's just a great kid, even when she was driving me batty, as only she knew how. She left Hubby and I a letter that we found this afternoon. It was a beautiful thank you letter for doing so much for her. The Imp is already missing her. Combine that with the stress of starting a new school...a school with 4 to 5 times the number of students as her K-8 school and the Imp is working hard to hold it together. I know she'll persevere, but it'll be work for the next week or so. She also began swim practice today.
The rain has already stopped, but I'm sure will get more of Fay's rainbands in the next few days.
Monday, August 18, 2008
Schools Closed on Tuesday
Looks like Fay is heading our way. The first day of school was today...and tomorrow they're closed because of the hurricane. Fay is bearing down on Key West right now. She is projected to make landfall south of Tampa and travel up the middle part of Florida. This is actually the best scenario for Tampa. The east side of the storm gets the highest winds, most rain and it causes the highest storm surge. They're predicting that Fay will only be a category 1 storm. We've begun putting away the patio furniture and such, and by this evening we'll have the TV on the local news station in the background. Hubby and his cousin are heading off to a Rays game tonight. I haven't heard anything about it being cancelled. The baseball field is in a level A evacuation zone, so we'll have to stay updated. He really doesn't want the game to be cancelled.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Phelps and Fay
We all watched the exciting men's medley relay race last night and enjoyed seeing Phelps get his 8th gold at these Olympics. The race was anti-climatic to the butterfly race of the previous night when Phelps won by one one-hundredth of a second...without slow motion and electronic touch pads, the Serbian, Cavic, would have been declared the winner. But Phelps' extra stroke while Cavic took a long glide into the wall allowed Phelps' to beat him by .01 second. Amazing. As we watched the finish, I commented that someone better give his mom some oxygen, as I was sure she was suffering heart failure. Then the cameras showed her reaction. I was right. She, like many others, thought Michael had finished second. When she realized he'd finished first, she had to sit down. Last night, the NBC reporter was asking Phelps how it felt to win 8 golds and beat Spitz's record. My girls said, he's just thrilled to have it all over.
Immediately after the race, we prepared for bed, but had to stop at the computer and check on Fay. That is the life in the path of a hurricane. It's still a few days off (and the current projections have it being even with Tampa later than yesterday's predictions) and we're not glued to the set yet, but between activities, we check on Fay. That was the first thing we did this morning, too. The hurricane season of 2004 was exhausting, not just from the actual work of preparing for evacuations 4 times, but the days spent waiting to see what each storm would do. It seemed like 6 full weeks of checking on storms. I hope this season doesn't repeat that.
Immediately after the race, we prepared for bed, but had to stop at the computer and check on Fay. That is the life in the path of a hurricane. It's still a few days off (and the current projections have it being even with Tampa later than yesterday's predictions) and we're not glued to the set yet, but between activities, we check on Fay. That was the first thing we did this morning, too. The hurricane season of 2004 was exhausting, not just from the actual work of preparing for evacuations 4 times, but the days spent waiting to see what each storm would do. It seemed like 6 full weeks of checking on storms. I hope this season doesn't repeat that.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Watching Fay
Tropical Storm/Hurricane Fay is now on Florida's radar screen. Last night's news ended with "keep watching to follow the path of Fay and keep informed of possible evacuations." I claimed it was too early to stay glued to the TV when the storm is not predicted to be near Tampa until Tuesday...but the first thing I did as I awoke this morning was see the updated "cone of destruction." The weather people call it the cone of uncertainty (the wide path of predicted position of the hurricane/storm), the people in that cone call it the cone of destruction because if you live in that cone, there will probably be some destruction in your area. Here's the current predictions 
So now I'm off to Walmart for some batteries, water and large zip lock bags before there's a run on the stores and nothing is left. I usually pick up a cheap new video before a storm so the kids have something to watch, as we wait out the storm.
With school starting Monday (and yes, the Imp's bus stop has been fixed...but lots of other kids' haven't...but that's another story)and the storm predicted to hit Tuesday AM this could be really interesting. Many schools are used as evacuation sites so if there are any evacuations, schools are closed. And since evacuations are ordered BEFORE the predicted storm, the evacuations would be on Monday. I am soooo glad I'm not in charge of schools or evacuations! It's a thankless job.
I'm also glad I already have all the back-to-school shopping done.
We're having a back to school get together tomorrow afternoon for some of the girls' friends. Right now they're still predicting good weather for then. We'll see. I just hope this hurricane season is not a rerun of 2004.
Gotta run and get the store before everyone else does.
So now I'm off to Walmart for some batteries, water and large zip lock bags before there's a run on the stores and nothing is left. I usually pick up a cheap new video before a storm so the kids have something to watch, as we wait out the storm.
With school starting Monday (and yes, the Imp's bus stop has been fixed...but lots of other kids' haven't...but that's another story)and the storm predicted to hit Tuesday AM this could be really interesting. Many schools are used as evacuation sites so if there are any evacuations, schools are closed. And since evacuations are ordered BEFORE the predicted storm, the evacuations would be on Monday. I am soooo glad I'm not in charge of schools or evacuations! It's a thankless job.
I'm also glad I already have all the back-to-school shopping done.
We're having a back to school get together tomorrow afternoon for some of the girls' friends. Right now they're still predicting good weather for then. We'll see. I just hope this hurricane season is not a rerun of 2004.
Gotta run and get the store before everyone else does.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Vacation Recovery and School Bus Woes
The week spent in Arizona (and Utah) at Lake Powell and Sedona was wonderful. I think my sister, Elaine, and her husband, Marty, should receive some sort of award for all the work they did in preparing for this endeavor. The houseboats were spacious, the weather great and the company even better. There's not much to write...we spent 5 days on the water of Lake Powell eating, sleeping and playing in the water (water skiing, jet skiing, and sliding off the boat's slide into the lake). It was great to see my family. My dad showed off his piloting skills departing from one of our beach sites. We all were sure the boat was going to hit rocks, but somehow this former Thunderbird pilot threw the boat in gear at the right moment and avoided disaster.
We were all so proud of staying on an early schedule in AZ so that when we got back home it would be easy to get back to Eastern Time. Unfortunately, the Olympics prevented that. Michael Phelps is a hero in this house. Having 2 daughters who have competed in swimming, watching swimming is a must. Who didn't enjoy the US team's victory over France in the 4 x 100m? What a race! And then to imagine that Phelps is downing 12,000 calories a day!
With school starting Monday, we were trying to get the girls to bed early and up early so that the 6 am wake-up time next week isn't such a shock to their systems.
Hillsborough County is desperately trying to save money this year. One way is to change the busing system. In a county with 209 schools this is no small feat. And while I can appreciate the difficulties in trying to change, I don't understand how the school system has no information available to parents a mere 3 business days before school opens. A friend of mine spent over an hour on hold yesterday, simply to be told that the schedule for the IB students had not been finalized yet. Huh?!?!? 2 weeks ago, I was told that the Imp's bus stop is 3 miles from our house...state law says it has to be no more than 1 1/2 miles. I guess when everyone starting complaining, they had to redo a faulty schedule. The current buzz is that accurate bus schedules will be available tomorrow at Open House. I'm not holding my breath. Fortunately, most days the Imp will be travelling in a carpool. But there will be days, especially in the afternoon, when she'll need to ride the bus.
We were all so proud of staying on an early schedule in AZ so that when we got back home it would be easy to get back to Eastern Time. Unfortunately, the Olympics prevented that. Michael Phelps is a hero in this house. Having 2 daughters who have competed in swimming, watching swimming is a must. Who didn't enjoy the US team's victory over France in the 4 x 100m? What a race! And then to imagine that Phelps is downing 12,000 calories a day!
With school starting Monday, we were trying to get the girls to bed early and up early so that the 6 am wake-up time next week isn't such a shock to their systems.
Hillsborough County is desperately trying to save money this year. One way is to change the busing system. In a county with 209 schools this is no small feat. And while I can appreciate the difficulties in trying to change, I don't understand how the school system has no information available to parents a mere 3 business days before school opens. A friend of mine spent over an hour on hold yesterday, simply to be told that the schedule for the IB students had not been finalized yet. Huh?!?!? 2 weeks ago, I was told that the Imp's bus stop is 3 miles from our house...state law says it has to be no more than 1 1/2 miles. I guess when everyone starting complaining, they had to redo a faulty schedule. The current buzz is that accurate bus schedules will be available tomorrow at Open House. I'm not holding my breath. Fortunately, most days the Imp will be travelling in a carpool. But there will be days, especially in the afternoon, when she'll need to ride the bus.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Rain, Rain, Rain
I hate to complain about too much rain. Our water tables our still below 'normal' and I know too well how bad drought conditions can be. But still...I live in Florida for the sun...hence the nickname SUNSHINE state. We've had too many days of cloudy overcast weather with intermittent rain. It's raining right now...ugh. I haven't gotten my sun-time in because when I'm ready to go outside, it'll start raining and/or thunder and lightning. Being the lightning capital of the USA, we take lightning seriously and don't play outside when we even hear thunder. Too many people get hit by lightning. Gray weather makes gray moods too easy.
It's great to have the Singer and Imp back home. Hubby and I had a great time while they were gone. Thursday we went to see "WarGames" at the theater in honor of the 25th anniversary of it's original release. It was wonderful. The theater was full of people our age (give or take 5 years) and everyone laughed at the appropriate places. The movie even stopped in the middle...just like it use to in the 80s. Great nostalgia. Friday evening we went to the beach and the rain stayed away until after sunset...we missed sunset due to clouds, but at least it wasn't raining.
Saturday we worked all day on the yard and pool. It was nice to only have 2 people to schedule around. Unfortunately, Saturday night/Sunday morning had Hubby getting called from work for a production problem. He received 4 calls between 1 and 7 am, and then worked about 10 hours Sunday. By the time Monday morning came, he was ready for a weekend. He is definitely looking forward to this vacation.
Hubby and I hit the sales yesterday to get new swimsuits for our houseboat vacation. Hubby also got a new pair of jeans. Having a 33 inch waist makes pants shopping interesting. They had his size...we bought 'em. Fortunately, they were on sale, too. He got his swimsuit for $8.00 and I got mine for $25.00. Not too bad.
I'm praying that our travel goes well on Saturday...our original flight out of Tampa (that we booked back in March) was cancelled. So we're leaving 2 hours earlier (7 am...that means being at the airport at 5 am!!). We booked through travelocity and they added the new flight but never took out the old, so our itinerary was messed up. I've spent 2 hours the last few days making sure we know when we're suppose to be where for which flight. We now arrive in Phoenix 3 hours earlier. Poor Elaine...we're throwing a wrench in her well-oiled plans. Actually, we don't care if we have to sit at the Phoenix airport for those 3 hours...we just want to make sure we get there.
The Imp starts earning her service hours tomorrow, helping to assemble wheelchairs for 3 hours. An adult has to accompany minors, so I'm taking her and 2 friends. It should be interesting. The week we get back we're working with our church to staff a food kitchen one night. She'll have much of her service hours taken care of before school starts. As part of the IB program she has to have service, active and creative hours each year. Dance class will cover her active hours.
I'm trying to get our financial stuff all on Quicken. I'm hoping the time spent setting it all up will be worth the benefits from using the program. It's tedious to set it up, but the reports and graphs look extremely helpful in tracking our spending. It should be beneficial at tax time as well.
It's great to have the Singer and Imp back home. Hubby and I had a great time while they were gone. Thursday we went to see "WarGames" at the theater in honor of the 25th anniversary of it's original release. It was wonderful. The theater was full of people our age (give or take 5 years) and everyone laughed at the appropriate places. The movie even stopped in the middle...just like it use to in the 80s. Great nostalgia. Friday evening we went to the beach and the rain stayed away until after sunset...we missed sunset due to clouds, but at least it wasn't raining.
Saturday we worked all day on the yard and pool. It was nice to only have 2 people to schedule around. Unfortunately, Saturday night/Sunday morning had Hubby getting called from work for a production problem. He received 4 calls between 1 and 7 am, and then worked about 10 hours Sunday. By the time Monday morning came, he was ready for a weekend. He is definitely looking forward to this vacation.
Hubby and I hit the sales yesterday to get new swimsuits for our houseboat vacation. Hubby also got a new pair of jeans. Having a 33 inch waist makes pants shopping interesting. They had his size...we bought 'em. Fortunately, they were on sale, too. He got his swimsuit for $8.00 and I got mine for $25.00. Not too bad.
I'm praying that our travel goes well on Saturday...our original flight out of Tampa (that we booked back in March) was cancelled. So we're leaving 2 hours earlier (7 am...that means being at the airport at 5 am!!). We booked through travelocity and they added the new flight but never took out the old, so our itinerary was messed up. I've spent 2 hours the last few days making sure we know when we're suppose to be where for which flight. We now arrive in Phoenix 3 hours earlier. Poor Elaine...we're throwing a wrench in her well-oiled plans. Actually, we don't care if we have to sit at the Phoenix airport for those 3 hours...we just want to make sure we get there.
The Imp starts earning her service hours tomorrow, helping to assemble wheelchairs for 3 hours. An adult has to accompany minors, so I'm taking her and 2 friends. It should be interesting. The week we get back we're working with our church to staff a food kitchen one night. She'll have much of her service hours taken care of before school starts. As part of the IB program she has to have service, active and creative hours each year. Dance class will cover her active hours.
I'm trying to get our financial stuff all on Quicken. I'm hoping the time spent setting it all up will be worth the benefits from using the program. It's tedious to set it up, but the reports and graphs look extremely helpful in tracking our spending. It should be beneficial at tax time as well.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Rainbows
We had a downpour earlier. Severe weather warning beeping at us from the TV. I had to run out to the store and there was the most vivid and complete rainbow I'd seen in years. I could see the whole rainbow and it was so dark, it almost looked fake. It was just nice to take that moment alone and think of the wonderous works of God.
I'm preparing to send the Imp off to Columbus, OH tomorrow morning. Hubby and I will be alone since the Singer is singing in MN at church music camp already. We'll be alone until Sunday night. Unfortunately, Hubby's got lots of work...but I think we're heading to the beach Thursday night for the sunset.
The Singer and I saw Mama Mia at the theaters on Sunday. We both loved it. But there is a song about letting your daughter go...neither of us acknowledged it during the movie, but afterwards we both said we almost reached out to hold the other's hand but were afraid the sobbing that would result might disturb the other patrons. The music was sooo fun. I've always liked ABBA anyways and then a few years back, the Imp was into A-Teens who did remakes of ABBA's songs. I'm glad the Singer and I got to see the movie together.
I'm preparing to send the Imp off to Columbus, OH tomorrow morning. Hubby and I will be alone since the Singer is singing in MN at church music camp already. We'll be alone until Sunday night. Unfortunately, Hubby's got lots of work...but I think we're heading to the beach Thursday night for the sunset.
The Singer and I saw Mama Mia at the theaters on Sunday. We both loved it. But there is a song about letting your daughter go...neither of us acknowledged it during the movie, but afterwards we both said we almost reached out to hold the other's hand but were afraid the sobbing that would result might disturb the other patrons. The music was sooo fun. I've always liked ABBA anyways and then a few years back, the Imp was into A-Teens who did remakes of ABBA's songs. I'm glad the Singer and I got to see the movie together.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
College Preparations
Monday, the Singer and I went out to USF to see the exact style of her dorm room as she gets serious about buying her room decor including her sheet/comforter set. She is super excited about it all and I'm just glad I'm not going to college. I'm glad she's so positive about the whole thing.
Summer is quickly sliding away. Next week both girls will be gone: the Singer to Minnesota for her church music camp as a small group leader, and the Imp to Ohio to spend time with her godparents (Hubby's brother and wife). It would be really exciting if Hubby could manage time off and we could go to the beach or whatever, but that's not likely to happen. Between our NYC trip in June and our trip to Lake Powell in August he really can't afford to take any time. And he is planning on working more than usual to set himself up to go to Lake Powell. Maybe I'll go to the beach by myself. After they return from their week away, we've got less than a week to get ready for Lake Powell, and when we return from that trip it's a week until the Imp starts and a week and 2 days until the Singer heads off to enter the collegiate world.
I'm still enjoying the fruits of my labor. My cucumbers are delicious, but my plants are looking funky. We've been getting an incredible amount of rain and long periods of cloudiness, so I think they're staying damp too long. My family hasn't tired of the fresh green beans, either.
While slicing a cucumber yesterday, I discovered that talking while slicing a veggie with a very sharp knife is not a good idea. I managed to slice my finger pretty good. It could have been much worse. It really stung with that cucumber juice running into the cut.
I'm enjoying the emails from my family as we plan to meet in AZ to travel to Lake Powell for 4 nights. I really love my family and am very lucky to enjoy them as much as I do. They are all quite witty and I enjoy the banter and side comments in all the correspondence. I can't wait to get a dose of all that in person. After 5 days of it, I'll look forward to coming home, but I've missed them all. And already miss John and Chris not being there. Slicing my finger made me think of Chris and the time he cut his thumb terribly while a chef at Aberdeen Barn. That was over 25 years ago.
Thursday, July 03, 2008
Enjoying My Gardens
This past week has been great. My little garden is producing real food. I'm a novice gardener. I planted 8 bean plants, 6 cucumber plants and 2 tomato plants. They all looked a little sad and pathetic when I first planted them in my new raised garden (gift to me from Hubby). My tomato plants are still kind of hanging out...no real produce and not much actual growth. I'm not sure what the problem is. But my beans and cucumbers look great. I've been picking beans for the last 2 weeks. At first there really weren't many beans but I was so excited I picked the 20 ripe ones anyway. Today I got enough to feed 3 of us a serving. The Imp doesn't eat cooked veggies. The Singer loves them and is so excited to have fresh green beans. The cucumbers are developing. I had to fight off the ants (I used corn powder, red pepper and boiling water), but they seem to be gone. I have one cucumber about 4 inches long...and several more a few days behind. I can't wait to eat them. Even the Imp eats cucumbers. I'm now researching what to plant come the fall. As we don't usually have but one or two nights below freezing our growing season is essentially year-round. I'm also looking into when to plant strawberries...the harvest is usually in late January thru February, so I've got to figure out when to start them so I can enjoy them next year. I'm pretty excited about all this.
In addition to enjoying watching my vegetables grow, I'm enjoying my rose bushes. My Mr. Lincoln (strong smelling very red roses) bush has given me 3 blooms a day for the last few days and still has 7-8 more buds. My Fragrant Cloud (a birthday present from my mom this year) has given me 2 blooms for the past 2 days and still has 5 buds on it. And the Fragrant Cloud lives up to its name. It is wonderful to have the blooms in my house and even more wonderful to sit on my porch and smell them from their bush. We've been fortunate with our rainfall, as I know just to our north, in Georgia, a serious drought exists. The afternoon thunderstorms have taken hold and I enjoy hearing the rain beating down on the roof. Our rivers and aquifers are still several feet below "normal" so we still have water restrictions. The paper said that we would need at least 17" more rain than normal for the summer (wet) months to get things close to 'normal.' And going into our wet season we were 5" below normal for rainfall for 2008.
In addition to enjoying watching my vegetables grow, I'm enjoying my rose bushes. My Mr. Lincoln (strong smelling very red roses) bush has given me 3 blooms a day for the last few days and still has 7-8 more buds. My Fragrant Cloud (a birthday present from my mom this year) has given me 2 blooms for the past 2 days and still has 5 buds on it. And the Fragrant Cloud lives up to its name. It is wonderful to have the blooms in my house and even more wonderful to sit on my porch and smell them from their bush. We've been fortunate with our rainfall, as I know just to our north, in Georgia, a serious drought exists. The afternoon thunderstorms have taken hold and I enjoy hearing the rain beating down on the roof. Our rivers and aquifers are still several feet below "normal" so we still have water restrictions. The paper said that we would need at least 17" more rain than normal for the summer (wet) months to get things close to 'normal.' And going into our wet season we were 5" below normal for rainfall for 2008.
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
Illogical choices of this Christian
I read Cindy's blog regularly. As the mother of older adoptive kids, much of her blog concerns dealing with the struggles of trying to raise children who have huge emotional issues caused by the painful emotional scars from their early childhood. As the parent of 2 biological girls, it would seem I have little in common with Cindy, yet I frequently see myself in her description of her kids. Hear me out. I was not abused as a child. I come from a very loving family and have had an 'easy' life. But when Cindy describes the frustration of trying to help/love her children and how so many of them throw her love right back at her, abuse her verbally and physically, refusing to accept the gift she is so willing and so determined to give, I see God dealing with me. I imagine God throwing up His hands, shaking His head, knowing that I am human and that I have an emptiness inside me that He is so willing and wanting to fill/fix. He can fill/fix me, but I must let Him. He won't force it. Yet, for some reason, I resist Him. To totally accept Him into my life, to allow a true conversion, I have to give up parts of myself that have helped me survive thus far. I KNOW turning my life over to Him completely is the best choice. I KNOW God loves me. I KNOW listening to Him in all things would make my life more fulfilling and content. But it's scary to give up the little control I do have in my life. So I see us all as damaged from Original Sin, and struggling to give up our illogical ways. If we know God is the answer, why would we continue to try to do things our own way? Yet I know I do. So thanks, Cindy. You've given me a great 'meditation' theme to chew on today. Why am I so illogical with God's gift?
Monday, June 23, 2008
Another Funeral
I found out yesterday that another teen from my church died. Arielle was 17. She and her twin sister were in the church choir in middle school. 2 years ago March, Arielle was crossing the street in front of her high school (not waiting for the crossing light) and was hit by a car (travelling approx 45 mph). She was in a coma for a few months and then has been home since. Her dad quit his job to stay home and care for her and work on her rehabilitation. There was brain damage and apparently she had a lot of physical pain. This past week she developed an infection, and Saturday she died. So tomorrow I go to yet another funeral. The Singer again will be singing with many others from the choir that Arielle was in. My heart breaks at the struggles this family has had to face these past 2 years and for the pain they are dealing with now. Death is never easy to deal with no matter how strong your faith. But, the death of a child makes me ask the age-old questions...How could God allow this?...Why didn't God answer the prayers of all those praying for her? I hold tight to the knowledge that God's way are not our ways and that my little brain may never understand the why of many things during this life. I have to cling to my faith that God is indeed all-loving and that he has great love for each of us, as unique individuals. I trust He knows best, while still grieving and still angry that these things happen.
The only 'good' thing about this, is that the Imp is away this week at a retreat and will not feel compelled to attend the funeral. She so wants to believe that life is wonderful and does not want to have to face the sadness of death. She was convinced that James' death 3 weeks ago was going to be her last funeral for a while. She kept saying that Uncle John (my brother) died a year ago and that started a terrible year filled with funerals and that James' death (a week before the one year anniversary of John's death) was to end the year and that there were to be no more deaths of people she knew. I'm with her. Enough already! Not having anyone I know die within the next year would be greatly appreciated.
The only 'good' thing about this, is that the Imp is away this week at a retreat and will not feel compelled to attend the funeral. She so wants to believe that life is wonderful and does not want to have to face the sadness of death. She was convinced that James' death 3 weeks ago was going to be her last funeral for a while. She kept saying that Uncle John (my brother) died a year ago and that started a terrible year filled with funerals and that James' death (a week before the one year anniversary of John's death) was to end the year and that there were to be no more deaths of people she knew. I'm with her. Enough already! Not having anyone I know die within the next year would be greatly appreciated.
Friday, June 20, 2008
Letting Go
I spent yesterday and today at the University of South Florida with the Singer for Freshmen Orientation. After the two days, the Singer is walking on cloud nine and is super excited about going to college. YEA! It's so fun to watch her get so excited! The students and parents were separated for most of the 2 days, getting much of the same info...just presented differently. I felt like I wasted 2 days...I kept shaking my head, thinking...my parents never did this for me, they dropped me off, attended a brief 'orientation' meeting, paid the bill (thanks Mom and Dad) and left. I was 500 miles away from home, no immediate family in the area. I was on my own as far as figuring it all out. But hey, if I couldn't figure it out, why was I at college? During the "Emergency Plan" session (where the college tells us what their plan is in case of natural emergencies, i.e. hurricanes, or Va Tech type emergencies) we were told students would be encouraged to go home if a hurricane was predicted to hit Tampa. A father asked, "If my son's roommate is from out of state, is it alright if I take him home?" The police officer didn't understand the question. I did, the man had the mentality that his son's roommate would need parental permission to leave campus with this man. No parental permission is needed...the guy is 18...he can do what he likes...this is NOT elementary school. And by the way, no one is making sure your kid is going to class, either. But that, too was a question. "When will I be notified if my child is failing his class." Uuummm...when grades are posted. But the parent wanted to know ahead of time so they could make sure their child didn't fail. Huh? Then, when the health services said they couldn't give medical information to the parents unless the student signed a release, parents were aghast. "But they're on my insurance." Yea, but they have privacy...they're 18. If you don't want to pay if you can't know, don't. During one session, we read potential scenarios we may face this year (kid calls home for money, homesick, etc). One was...you call his dorm and he doesn't answer. In fact, you call 3 days in a row and no answer...what to do? First, I thought the scenario was out-dated...with cell phones this was very unlikely. All kinds of advice was offered. (Including very good advice to get your student's roommate's cell #.) Then the moderator asked how many parents expected to call their child every day. A good 3/4 of the parents raised their hands. I couldn't believe it. I love the Singer, I enjoy her company, but she needs me to back off so she can figure out things on her own. If she calls me every day...great. But I certainly won't call her each day. Not because I don't care but because she needs to make decisions that are hers, not mine. Then another scenario was about the student having trouble with a professor calling them unfair or too hard. After all the discussion, the moderator said "Now, remember unless it is a very serious issue like sexual harrassment, etc, please let your child handle it. If you feel you need to step in, please don't call the president of the university first." Again, huh?
Today the students went to register for classes. Parents were not allowed. Parents were outraged. "But what if they pick the wrong classes!?!" Well, they worked their schedules out with an advisor and if they chose poorly, they'll figure out how to do better next time. I guess I am in the minority. I think if you can go to college, then you need to handle certain things on your own. I expect the Singer will make some mistakes...and I expect she'll learn from them. I know I am blessed with an intelligent and mature daughter, but I also think many of these parents were hovering and refusing to let their kids go. And as far as I'm concerned the Singer is reponsible for what goes on at college. She needs to keep her grades up to keep her scholarships...if not, she's got to find a way to replace that money. She knows this. She'll keep those grades up. Or not. She also knows that if something extraordinary happens (car accident, long illness, etc) that contributed to a low GPA, we'd help out. But this is her college education, the responsibility is hers. On a lighter note, the moderator was talking about keeping in touch and mention texting and instant messaging. Then she said, "and of course you can use the more conventional methods like email." I must be getting old, I don't think of email as a conventional method of ocmmunication. Go figure.
Today the students went to register for classes. Parents were not allowed. Parents were outraged. "But what if they pick the wrong classes!?!" Well, they worked their schedules out with an advisor and if they chose poorly, they'll figure out how to do better next time. I guess I am in the minority. I think if you can go to college, then you need to handle certain things on your own. I expect the Singer will make some mistakes...and I expect she'll learn from them. I know I am blessed with an intelligent and mature daughter, but I also think many of these parents were hovering and refusing to let their kids go. And as far as I'm concerned the Singer is reponsible for what goes on at college. She needs to keep her grades up to keep her scholarships...if not, she's got to find a way to replace that money. She knows this. She'll keep those grades up. Or not. She also knows that if something extraordinary happens (car accident, long illness, etc) that contributed to a low GPA, we'd help out. But this is her college education, the responsibility is hers. On a lighter note, the moderator was talking about keeping in touch and mention texting and instant messaging. Then she said, "and of course you can use the more conventional methods like email." I must be getting old, I don't think of email as a conventional method of ocmmunication. Go figure.
Thursday, June 05, 2008
Graduation Pictures
Megan and Theresa's cake. Party May 18
Graduation bubbles for the party. Megan's request.
Graduation caps made from mini brownies, chocolate covered graham cookies, fruit roll-ups (sliced), and m & m's.
Grandma, Theresa and Grandpa
Theresa and Mom at her graduation, May 13. In Sacred Heart Church.
Theresa and Megan
Megan and Theresa cutting their cake.
Megan singing the National Anthem.
After Meg's graduation.
Mark, Grandma and Theresa
Graduation Week (May 13 - 21) was marvelous. It was so great to have my parents and my brother, Mark here with us. The party was a huge success. I over-prepared with the amount of egg rolls I'd made, but they freeze well.
I'm working on posting Megan's singing of the National Anthem. She sang the school Alma mater, as well, but...we won't post that.
After taking a few days to recover from the festivities, we were hit with bad news. Two young brothers (13 and 14) from our church and that swam on the same swim team as the girls, were in a terrible jet ski accident Memorial Day weekend. The older brother, James, was taken off life-support this past Saturday and died. The younger one is home from the hospital. The Singer was asked to sing at the wake and funeral. The family is very active in our church and school. There were well over 700 people at the wake and funeral. It was heart-wrenching. As the anniversary of my brother's death approaches, it really hit me hard. The father spoke at the end of the funeral and said "At 14 he was a better man than I'll ever be." Very reminiscent of my dad's comments when asked what he wanted included in John's eulogy. James really was an exceptional young man. In addition to the 2 brothers, there are 2 younger siblings. The 4 year old has Downs Syndrome. When his father was explaining to James (at age 10) that his baby brother would always be disabled, James told his dad not to worry. That even though his mom and dad would die before the 4 year old, he (James) would take care of him. He was a Jr Olympic qualifying swimmer, top of his class, volunteered with Special Olympics and volunteered at church regularly. I've been really down about this. My faith has not been shaken, I just feel a little overwhelmed with the sadness of it all.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Early Mother's Day
Wonderful Hubby shared with me today his gift to me for Mother's Day...a raised garden :-) He needed to tell me, so he could ask exactly where I wanted it placed in the yard. I'm pretty excited. I've started tomatoes, cucumbers, and beans. They are almost ready to be transplanted outside. To add to this wonderful news, I'm quitting my job. Friday is my last day. So next week I know what I'll be doing....planting my garden. I also have a number of herbs I'm growing, but I'll keep them in their pots inside so I have them readily available for cooking. I sorta feel like I'm 'playing house.' I hope my plants actually produce something edible, especially since I am travelling this summer and won't be here every day to make sure all is going well...I might even have to pay a neighbor kid to water my bed while I'm gone.
I really am super excited about my job ending. It has been a most trying experience. I guess I must have a charmed life because I have never been around someone so negative and, actually, mean. I drive myself crazy trying to figure her out. I keep having hope that tomorrow will be different. But, no, it's not. I think that's what actually caused me to quit was the fact that I felt there was no hope for the situation to change or improve. Since the job was for extra money, and I'm lucky enough to have a hard-working husband in the lucrative field of software development, it seemed silly to drive myself crazy everyday. I was worn out from biting my tongue and playing peacemaker between my boss and the teen-aged part time workers. No one wants to talk to the boss because she is short-tempered, impatient and gets defensive if you ask a question about anything she said or did...even if it's just for clarification. Ugh. I am sad for her, she cannot be happy or content.
I'm also excited about quitting, because I now get to start cooking for my daughters' graduation party. I'm making lots of appetizers that can be easily frozen and warmed the day of the party (May 18). I've had fun browsing the Internet looking for recipes and having the girls tell me their desires. I will, of course, stress about this in that I will constantly be trying to figure out how much food to have...since it's an Open House and lots of people have been invited, it will be difficult to judge. I don't want a freezer full of food left-over, but I'd be mortified if I ran out of food. Well, maybe not mortified but definitely embarrassed.
The Imp performed in the Music Man last week. She was absolutely fabulous. And it's not just because I'm her mom. A number of people went out of their way to tell me how well she did. She pulled off the attitude of Eulalie Mackengnie Shin flawlessly. She had loads of fun, too. Tomorrow she's off to Disney for the 8th grade field trip. Next weeks are final exams. Then by next Friday, other than the actual ceremony, she is done!
The Singer will be recognized, with the other seniors, for their volunteerism at church. I can't believe how grown up she has become. She makes me smile because she often exhibits classical behaviors of teenagers. She swings from sophisticated young woman to Disney Princess-loving little girl. She came home today with some honor cords she's to wear with her graduation gown. Initially she was very serious, and talking about the honor, etc. Then she says, "Don't you just love the color of this one? It's my favorite." With her voice going up an octave and her doing a little dance in place. I am so happy for her. I think she has had a true childhood and while I worry sometimes about how little she knows of the evil out in the world, I'm thrilled she hasn't experienced it first-hand.
Enjoying my two wonderful daughters is the way I'm going to celebrate my Mother's Day...every day.
I really am super excited about my job ending. It has been a most trying experience. I guess I must have a charmed life because I have never been around someone so negative and, actually, mean. I drive myself crazy trying to figure her out. I keep having hope that tomorrow will be different. But, no, it's not. I think that's what actually caused me to quit was the fact that I felt there was no hope for the situation to change or improve. Since the job was for extra money, and I'm lucky enough to have a hard-working husband in the lucrative field of software development, it seemed silly to drive myself crazy everyday. I was worn out from biting my tongue and playing peacemaker between my boss and the teen-aged part time workers. No one wants to talk to the boss because she is short-tempered, impatient and gets defensive if you ask a question about anything she said or did...even if it's just for clarification. Ugh. I am sad for her, she cannot be happy or content.
I'm also excited about quitting, because I now get to start cooking for my daughters' graduation party. I'm making lots of appetizers that can be easily frozen and warmed the day of the party (May 18). I've had fun browsing the Internet looking for recipes and having the girls tell me their desires. I will, of course, stress about this in that I will constantly be trying to figure out how much food to have...since it's an Open House and lots of people have been invited, it will be difficult to judge. I don't want a freezer full of food left-over, but I'd be mortified if I ran out of food. Well, maybe not mortified but definitely embarrassed.
The Imp performed in the Music Man last week. She was absolutely fabulous. And it's not just because I'm her mom. A number of people went out of their way to tell me how well she did. She pulled off the attitude of Eulalie Mackengnie Shin flawlessly. She had loads of fun, too. Tomorrow she's off to Disney for the 8th grade field trip. Next weeks are final exams. Then by next Friday, other than the actual ceremony, she is done!
The Singer will be recognized, with the other seniors, for their volunteerism at church. I can't believe how grown up she has become. She makes me smile because she often exhibits classical behaviors of teenagers. She swings from sophisticated young woman to Disney Princess-loving little girl. She came home today with some honor cords she's to wear with her graduation gown. Initially she was very serious, and talking about the honor, etc. Then she says, "Don't you just love the color of this one? It's my favorite." With her voice going up an octave and her doing a little dance in place. I am so happy for her. I think she has had a true childhood and while I worry sometimes about how little she knows of the evil out in the world, I'm thrilled she hasn't experienced it first-hand.
Enjoying my two wonderful daughters is the way I'm going to celebrate my Mother's Day...every day.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Mother Theresa and Doing What We're Suppose To
The Imp and I had great conversations on our way home yesterday. Her class watched a video about Mother Theresa. They're studying about social justice and our call to implement/foster it. With all seriousness, and no disrespect, the Imp says "I'm not trying to be 'smart' or anything, Mom, but what's the big deal? Mother Theresa just did what we're suppose to do. I can't believe the kids in my class were so blown away by anyone doing what she did. I thought to myself...Have you not been in class the last 9 years when we were taught this stuff??" We then discussed the difference between simple and easy. God's call to us is simple..."Follow me." For individuals it might be...be a good mom....start a foundation to help someone with a certain disease...visit the sick or the old...teach....lobby Congress. All of these calls are simple but none are easy. The Imp really does have a big heart and she kept coming back to 'but it's what we're suppose to do.' I have to say I felt proud...I think I had something to do with that attitude. When then talked about Pope Benedict's visit. This morning's paper had a quote from Pope Benedict "Is it consistent to profess our beliefs in church on Sunday, and then, during the week, to promote business practices or medical procedures contrary to those beliefs?" The Imp said, "See...he knows...helping people is what you're suppose to do."
I've given notice to my boss. My whole work experience has been...well...different. I've not written alot about it because I don't want to demean my boss. She and I will never see eye to eye on many things...whatever the setting. Additionally, I think she has little if any managerial skills and the fact that she shows little interest or effort in improving in that area, makes it very difficult for me to work with/for her. May 2 is my last day! Hurray!
I got braces today. My mouth is sore. I had braces when I was 12 and the work was excellent. I went from having a very pronounced overbite to looking "normal." I stopped wearing my retainers within 6 years of getting my braces off. My bottom teeth have been moving and becoming more crooked each year. In the last year the movement of my bottom teeth have put pressure on my top teeth and they're beginning to move. I went to the orthodontist basically asking for a retainer so my teeth don't more any more. She said with 6 months of braces my teeth would be straight and then she'd install a permanent bottom retainer. She said my mouth is so small that my teeth would never stay without help. Today, she again commented on the small size of my mouth...all dental workers do. Size of physical mouth is not related to amount of use or volume.
I went to a crop on Saturday. As I was listening to the chatter, I was amazed at how much weight and diet was discussed. As I continued to listen, it seemed to me that there are a lot of people using 'healthy diet' as a way to obsess about their weight and looks. I'm not saying diet isn't important and that limiting artificial ingredients wouldn't make us all healthier. But I just got the feeling that 'eating healthy' was something they did because it's fashionable. Eating healthy, has always seemed to me, is what you do to take care of the body God gave you.
I've given notice to my boss. My whole work experience has been...well...different. I've not written alot about it because I don't want to demean my boss. She and I will never see eye to eye on many things...whatever the setting. Additionally, I think she has little if any managerial skills and the fact that she shows little interest or effort in improving in that area, makes it very difficult for me to work with/for her. May 2 is my last day! Hurray!
I got braces today. My mouth is sore. I had braces when I was 12 and the work was excellent. I went from having a very pronounced overbite to looking "normal." I stopped wearing my retainers within 6 years of getting my braces off. My bottom teeth have been moving and becoming more crooked each year. In the last year the movement of my bottom teeth have put pressure on my top teeth and they're beginning to move. I went to the orthodontist basically asking for a retainer so my teeth don't more any more. She said with 6 months of braces my teeth would be straight and then she'd install a permanent bottom retainer. She said my mouth is so small that my teeth would never stay without help. Today, she again commented on the small size of my mouth...all dental workers do. Size of physical mouth is not related to amount of use or volume.
I went to a crop on Saturday. As I was listening to the chatter, I was amazed at how much weight and diet was discussed. As I continued to listen, it seemed to me that there are a lot of people using 'healthy diet' as a way to obsess about their weight and looks. I'm not saying diet isn't important and that limiting artificial ingredients wouldn't make us all healthier. But I just got the feeling that 'eating healthy' was something they did because it's fashionable. Eating healthy, has always seemed to me, is what you do to take care of the body God gave you.
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