The best thing about the future is that it comes one day at a time ~ Abraham Lincoln
Good for you Jennifer! Go for your dreams, make up some new ones, and cherish this moment as a turning point in your life. I love your campus...and I am so excited and proud of you for doing this on your own. Whatever life holds down the road for you, I'm pretty sure you'll point to this experience as a significant milestone and a reminder that God is definitely leading in your life. I also think the atmosphere is going to be even more than what you can imagine. Music, library, coffee shop hangout, theatre, auditorium, friends, gospel choir, homework, studies, dialogue, dancing, urban outreach, chapel, and who knows...you might meet the son of a preacher man.
4/7/05
3/27/05
Sons A Beaches
I vote we go to the gulf of Mexico
You and me by the sea
Palm trees call me
Oh, that's the place I want to be
Down where the southern breezes blow
On the gulf of Mexico
Teddy Gentry
Bon voyage, Wiseman's and Melissa,
What an adventure Kate and Mark have gotten themselves into...or maybe I should just say Mark...traveling 17 hours to
Gulf Shores with 5 of the most opinionated, considerate, articulate, witty, entertaining, and humorous girls in the midwest as far as I'm concerned.
If one could title this vacation it would most likely come down to "The Girls of Gulf Shores" or "Shore Girls", or "Gulf" or "Girls" hopefully it doesn't turn into "The Girls Do Gulf Shores" or "What Happens in The Gulf Stays in Shores" ok, ok, I'm just making stuff up now to keep my insanely jealous streak from rearing it's ugly head!
Seriously, I pray that you have an awesome plus one, minus one family vacation. I hope it's all worth an extended blog entry when you get home. Here's to good times, renewed friendships, and refreshingly warm weather! Keep your eye on my baby! And, thank you!
You and me by the sea
Palm trees call me
Oh, that's the place I want to be
Down where the southern breezes blow
On the gulf of Mexico
Teddy Gentry
Bon voyage, Wiseman's and Melissa,
What an adventure Kate and Mark have gotten themselves into...or maybe I should just say Mark...traveling 17 hours to
Gulf Shores with 5 of the most opinionated, considerate, articulate, witty, entertaining, and humorous girls in the midwest as far as I'm concerned.
If one could title this vacation it would most likely come down to "The Girls of Gulf Shores" or "Shore Girls", or "Gulf" or "Girls" hopefully it doesn't turn into "The Girls Do Gulf Shores" or "What Happens in The Gulf Stays in Shores" ok, ok, I'm just making stuff up now to keep my insanely jealous streak from rearing it's ugly head!
Seriously, I pray that you have an awesome plus one, minus one family vacation. I hope it's all worth an extended blog entry when you get home. Here's to good times, renewed friendships, and refreshingly warm weather! Keep your eye on my baby! And, thank you!
Family Ties
The ball don't lie, the ball don't lie, the ball don't lie." ~ Rasheed Wallace bobble head
I am enjoying everyone these days, even Mark. It seems like our hard work, sacrifices, prayers, discipline, and measly attempt at unconditional love has paid in giant personality rewards. I don’t think there is anyone I would rather spend time with than my family. Ben got to spend a week in Chicago visiting old friends and relaxing. They arrived home early Saturday afternoon so he and Mark could turn around and head to Detroit to watch their beloved Pistons win in overtime against the Celtics. Jen, Annie, Melissa and I all got in our jogging pants (a joy in and of itself) and watched “Finding Neverland” which is now one of my top 10 favorites. Melissa got 2 swim suits in her hypothetical Easter Basket. Ben got 2 gas gift cards and Jennifer got 1/2 of her uninsured warts removed. The sun is shining, the forecast is finally representative of spring, and I will wear jeans to Mars Hill tonight to celebrate Easter. I am blessed.
Who taught the sun where to stand in the morning?
And who told the ocean, you can only come this far?
And who showed the moon where to hide till evening?
Whose words alone can stop a falling star?
The very same God who spins things in orbit.
Runs to the weary, the worn, and the weak.
And the same gentle hands, that hold me when I'm broken
They conquered death to bring me victory.
Now I know
My redeemer lives
He lives to take away my shame
He lives forever, I'll proclaim
The full payment of my sins
Was his precious life he gave
And now he's alive and
There's an empty grave!
I know
My redeemer lives.
Let All creation testify
This life within me cries
He lives.
I am enjoying everyone these days, even Mark. It seems like our hard work, sacrifices, prayers, discipline, and measly attempt at unconditional love has paid in giant personality rewards. I don’t think there is anyone I would rather spend time with than my family. Ben got to spend a week in Chicago visiting old friends and relaxing. They arrived home early Saturday afternoon so he and Mark could turn around and head to Detroit to watch their beloved Pistons win in overtime against the Celtics. Jen, Annie, Melissa and I all got in our jogging pants (a joy in and of itself) and watched “Finding Neverland” which is now one of my top 10 favorites. Melissa got 2 swim suits in her hypothetical Easter Basket. Ben got 2 gas gift cards and Jennifer got 1/2 of her uninsured warts removed. The sun is shining, the forecast is finally representative of spring, and I will wear jeans to Mars Hill tonight to celebrate Easter. I am blessed.
Who taught the sun where to stand in the morning?
And who told the ocean, you can only come this far?
And who showed the moon where to hide till evening?
Whose words alone can stop a falling star?
The very same God who spins things in orbit.
Runs to the weary, the worn, and the weak.
And the same gentle hands, that hold me when I'm broken
They conquered death to bring me victory.
Now I know
My redeemer lives
He lives to take away my shame
He lives forever, I'll proclaim
The full payment of my sins
Was his precious life he gave
And now he's alive and
There's an empty grave!
I know
My redeemer lives.
Let All creation testify
This life within me cries
He lives.
3/26/05
Andrea
"Love your neighbor as yourself" ~ The Ten Commandments
Ever wonder how all the events in one’s life can accumulate to bring you to one space and time? If certain events hadn’t happened or different paths were chosen you would have never arrived at this exact point in your life.
My neighbor died last week. She was born in Yorkshire England, December 13, 1945, not that long ago, and yet she ended up living next door to me for 28 years. Her obituary neatly wrapped up her life in 6 or 7 lines, but obviously I have a few things to say about her.
She was stubborn and funny.
One time, when the kids were little, they begged me to ask her if they could swim in her above ground pool. After the day was over I sheepishly asked her if they had been too loud and obnoxious. I guess I expected her to lie and say they were fine and so her one word answer took me by surprise. Yes.
And then there was the time when we were going to really spruce up the place. We trimmed her hedges and ours, fertilized, dethatched, and sowed extra grass seed in both lawns, planted 8 or 9 flats of flowers, and had her pool sparkling. I had just been to the art fair where I had seen these darling house shingles to place out in your yard or hang from a tree. You could name your house and then the artisan would paint your title and house numbers on the shingle. I suggested to her that we name our cute little cottages...her response....”What would we call them....dump & dumpier?”
She made some mistakes, actually two big ones. She chose to never quit her teenage habit of smoking....well she did quit, eventually, after her lung transplant. And she could have used a strong dose of super nanny. She pushed her daughter's buttons constantly, until she pushed her right out the door and onto a desperate path of poor choices.
As I reminisces about her life, in ways I’m indebted to her. She was her own person with no pretenses. Real. And even though most of her life was against the wind, she lived with her circumstances and all of life's ifs, ands, or buts!
By most standards she lived a lonely unhappy life, but you couldn’t tell her that. She was a very private person and declined numerous Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Easter dinner invitations, only to end up dining alone. And yet, last month, when she was homebound, she treated me like the queen of England over a late night sloppy joe.
More than anything she wanted to come home to die, but it was not meant to be. I’m sure she’ll receive the key to a heavenly mansion on a street paved in gold. She’ll probably say, “No thanks, just a cape cod with lots of flowers will do just fine.”
I will miss her.
Ever wonder how all the events in one’s life can accumulate to bring you to one space and time? If certain events hadn’t happened or different paths were chosen you would have never arrived at this exact point in your life.
My neighbor died last week. She was born in Yorkshire England, December 13, 1945, not that long ago, and yet she ended up living next door to me for 28 years. Her obituary neatly wrapped up her life in 6 or 7 lines, but obviously I have a few things to say about her.
She was stubborn and funny.
One time, when the kids were little, they begged me to ask her if they could swim in her above ground pool. After the day was over I sheepishly asked her if they had been too loud and obnoxious. I guess I expected her to lie and say they were fine and so her one word answer took me by surprise. Yes.
And then there was the time when we were going to really spruce up the place. We trimmed her hedges and ours, fertilized, dethatched, and sowed extra grass seed in both lawns, planted 8 or 9 flats of flowers, and had her pool sparkling. I had just been to the art fair where I had seen these darling house shingles to place out in your yard or hang from a tree. You could name your house and then the artisan would paint your title and house numbers on the shingle. I suggested to her that we name our cute little cottages...her response....”What would we call them....dump & dumpier?”
She made some mistakes, actually two big ones. She chose to never quit her teenage habit of smoking....well she did quit, eventually, after her lung transplant. And she could have used a strong dose of super nanny. She pushed her daughter's buttons constantly, until she pushed her right out the door and onto a desperate path of poor choices.
As I reminisces about her life, in ways I’m indebted to her. She was her own person with no pretenses. Real. And even though most of her life was against the wind, she lived with her circumstances and all of life's ifs, ands, or buts!
By most standards she lived a lonely unhappy life, but you couldn’t tell her that. She was a very private person and declined numerous Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Easter dinner invitations, only to end up dining alone. And yet, last month, when she was homebound, she treated me like the queen of England over a late night sloppy joe.
More than anything she wanted to come home to die, but it was not meant to be. I’m sure she’ll receive the key to a heavenly mansion on a street paved in gold. She’ll probably say, “No thanks, just a cape cod with lots of flowers will do just fine.”
I will miss her.
3/25/05
It's A Date
What has happened to the hopeless romantic?
Am I so old fashioned that the art of dating has literally gone the way of the rotary dial?
Do guys call girls and ask them out on a date? Or does everybody just hang out?
I don’t EVEN want to know what the term “friends with benefits” mean. I can’t really get into specifics but I don’t think my subject matter has ever “been on a date.” Not that there’s anything wrong with that. And I don’t lay the blame entirely on their opinionated-intolerant-narrow-minded-most-guys-turn-out-to-be-jerks attitudes. I’m not even sure they have been asked out. So there-in lies the problem.
Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not trying to push, shove, or manipulate anyone. Me? And the group thing can be good, it can also be a cover. You’re bored silly with someone you can always engage with someone else in the group. But you’re out on a date and someone talks non-stop about themselves, or drives a good conversation right into the ditch with endless banter…you kinda have to finish it out or think of some creative way to move from the date to washing your hair.
I don’t know. It’s just a date, for crying out loud, it’s not a prenuptial agreement. I’m thinking it’s a lost cause, this dating thing and now I have gone ahead and risked the fact the two people in my life may never talk to me again.
Am I so old fashioned that the art of dating has literally gone the way of the rotary dial?
Do guys call girls and ask them out on a date? Or does everybody just hang out?
I don’t EVEN want to know what the term “friends with benefits” mean. I can’t really get into specifics but I don’t think my subject matter has ever “been on a date.” Not that there’s anything wrong with that. And I don’t lay the blame entirely on their opinionated-intolerant-narrow-minded-most-guys-turn-out-to-be-jerks attitudes. I’m not even sure they have been asked out. So there-in lies the problem.
Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not trying to push, shove, or manipulate anyone. Me? And the group thing can be good, it can also be a cover. You’re bored silly with someone you can always engage with someone else in the group. But you’re out on a date and someone talks non-stop about themselves, or drives a good conversation right into the ditch with endless banter…you kinda have to finish it out or think of some creative way to move from the date to washing your hair.
I don’t know. It’s just a date, for crying out loud, it’s not a prenuptial agreement. I’m thinking it’s a lost cause, this dating thing and now I have gone ahead and risked the fact the two people in my life may never talk to me again.
3/12/05
Morning Walk
Only 8 days left until a glorious spring in West Michigan! Hint Hint
I'm getting serious now, because in a laughable sort of way, it's ridiculously beautiful.
Our high school production of the Broadway Musical "Working" is in the books. The whole thing seemed a little "iffy" to me from the very start. Vignettes, monologues, song and dance about the everyday working man?? No real story line. High School kids trying to portray steel workers, factory employees, cleaning women, and retirees? 18 lead roles? Not to mention that it closed on broadway after 2 weeks.
But oh my good gosh! Once again, I stand in awe of the fact that a high school cast can do the work, pull together, put aside petty teen-age differences, and perform like pro's when they finally hit the stage.
At the end I couldn't really decide on my favorite songs, (except for Melissa, of course) Each performer nailed their act and the whole company seemed like a big family. I think the loudest applause came from backstage.
No one impressed me more than the mother of this awesome family Molly L. I say.... it would still be open on broadway if she would have had anything to do with it. Thankfully she didn't take her talents to New York and both of my girls have had the privilege to study under her.
Melissa, you continue to amaze me, not only with your talent, but with your attitude, hard work, new skills (how about that playbill?), leadership, and determination. I have a strong feeling this will not be your last musical!
Hey Somebody....namely Allegros!
If I Could Have Been anywhere else the last three nights, I wouldn't. You have worked All The Livelong Day... and even though Un Mejor Dia Venora, you will always have this accomplishment to your credit and it WILL be Something To Point To.
So take a bow, fade to black, and keep Movin'
I'm getting serious now, because in a laughable sort of way, it's ridiculously beautiful.
Our high school production of the Broadway Musical "Working" is in the books. The whole thing seemed a little "iffy" to me from the very start. Vignettes, monologues, song and dance about the everyday working man?? No real story line. High School kids trying to portray steel workers, factory employees, cleaning women, and retirees? 18 lead roles? Not to mention that it closed on broadway after 2 weeks.
But oh my good gosh! Once again, I stand in awe of the fact that a high school cast can do the work, pull together, put aside petty teen-age differences, and perform like pro's when they finally hit the stage.
At the end I couldn't really decide on my favorite songs, (except for Melissa, of course) Each performer nailed their act and the whole company seemed like a big family. I think the loudest applause came from backstage.
No one impressed me more than the mother of this awesome family Molly L. I say.... it would still be open on broadway if she would have had anything to do with it. Thankfully she didn't take her talents to New York and both of my girls have had the privilege to study under her.
Melissa, you continue to amaze me, not only with your talent, but with your attitude, hard work, new skills (how about that playbill?), leadership, and determination. I have a strong feeling this will not be your last musical!
Hey Somebody....namely Allegros!
If I Could Have Been anywhere else the last three nights, I wouldn't. You have worked All The Livelong Day... and even though Un Mejor Dia Venora, you will always have this accomplishment to your credit and it WILL be Something To Point To.
So take a bow, fade to black, and keep Movin'
3/10/05
March Madness
7:00a So tired, want sleepy, need to see Melissa off before I can't anymore.
7:30a Scavenge around for breakfast food. No luck.
8:00a Figure out what to check off my list during lunch hour.
8:30a Try to pack a lunch, hoping against hope that someone went to the grocery store between 7 & 8
8:45a Start my car because it is STILL ridiculously cold.
9 - 5 What a way to make a living
5:30p Change clothes, pack for evening at h.s. Why would I think anything different about dinner food?
5:45p Begin 9-lap trek with the only form of entertainment being a couple of birthday banners on about 1% of the 8,000 blue lockers
6:30p Check in for work assignments on set construction crew
6:35-9:35 Paint skyscraper....somebody better remember to thank me in their cast bio.
10:00p Head home, throw in a load, charge iPod, view dishes in sink, maybe catch some Tivo
11:30p What would be wrong with going to bed now? No, I start on WORKING head shot boards for lobby. This IS going to be a great show!
What am I doing on here?
I'm looking forward to various occasions.
Spring Break in the midwest
Angela's baby shower
Easter with family
Baseball opening day
Road Trip 8.19.05 - 9.09.05 Maybe I should play those numbers
Could I care less about Michael Jackson and Martha Stewart?
I'm bored with my blog. I wish I knew somebody that could make me a cool layout.
What am I still doing on here?
7:30a Scavenge around for breakfast food. No luck.
8:00a Figure out what to check off my list during lunch hour.
8:30a Try to pack a lunch, hoping against hope that someone went to the grocery store between 7 & 8
8:45a Start my car because it is STILL ridiculously cold.
9 - 5 What a way to make a living
5:30p Change clothes, pack for evening at h.s. Why would I think anything different about dinner food?
5:45p Begin 9-lap trek with the only form of entertainment being a couple of birthday banners on about 1% of the 8,000 blue lockers
6:30p Check in for work assignments on set construction crew
6:35-9:35 Paint skyscraper....somebody better remember to thank me in their cast bio.
10:00p Head home, throw in a load, charge iPod, view dishes in sink, maybe catch some Tivo
11:30p What would be wrong with going to bed now? No, I start on WORKING head shot boards for lobby. This IS going to be a great show!
What am I doing on here?
I'm looking forward to various occasions.
Spring Break in the midwest
Angela's baby shower
Easter with family
Baseball opening day
Road Trip 8.19.05 - 9.09.05 Maybe I should play those numbers
Could I care less about Michael Jackson and Martha Stewart?
I'm bored with my blog. I wish I knew somebody that could make me a cool layout.
What am I still doing on here?
3/6/05
My Kind Of Razzmatazz
My kind of town, Chicago is.
By 8pm Thursday evening, I had finished my walk at the h.s., Melissa wrapped up her "Working" rehearsal and we were on our way to Chicago for Jennifer's "Ed's After Dark" Show.
It still seems somewhat odd to sit in that downtown diner without Ben, but his hand prints are all over the E.A.D. show. In fact, I'm pretty sure he invented that show? And call me prejudice, but the skits with Jen in it were hilarious. Those British band girls could be at any comedy club in Chicago and hold their own! I have a few video clips I hope to post to the web site soon.
So if you're ever in the area, check out "Ed's After Dark" on Thursday Thursday nights. I hope to live there again someday.
By 6am Saturday morning I had finished about 4 hours of sleep, packed up the jeep and headed back to the land of ice, snow, and hockey. It's weird how you can be asleep in a Chicago flat one minute and the next minute watch your h.s. team capture the regional hockey trophy.
Good times, good company, and even though The Cheesecake Factory is one of my favorite Chicago restaurants, nothing beats a good old burger at the Station.
Now back to the real world and that pesky little thing called "Working."
By 8pm Thursday evening, I had finished my walk at the h.s., Melissa wrapped up her "Working" rehearsal and we were on our way to Chicago for Jennifer's "Ed's After Dark" Show.
It still seems somewhat odd to sit in that downtown diner without Ben, but his hand prints are all over the E.A.D. show. In fact, I'm pretty sure he invented that show? And call me prejudice, but the skits with Jen in it were hilarious. Those British band girls could be at any comedy club in Chicago and hold their own! I have a few video clips I hope to post to the web site soon.
So if you're ever in the area, check out "Ed's After Dark" on Thursday Thursday nights. I hope to live there again someday.
By 6am Saturday morning I had finished about 4 hours of sleep, packed up the jeep and headed back to the land of ice, snow, and hockey. It's weird how you can be asleep in a Chicago flat one minute and the next minute watch your h.s. team capture the regional hockey trophy.
Good times, good company, and even though The Cheesecake Factory is one of my favorite Chicago restaurants, nothing beats a good old burger at the Station.
Now back to the real world and that pesky little thing called "Working."
3/3/05
It's A Girl
Dear Jennifer Grace,You are so beautiful, to me, can't you see?
I wanna be just like you!
Dream chaser, heart breaker!
Have I told you lately that I love you?
You've got a friend in me.
Whenever I see your smiling face, I have to smile myself!
Someday, when I'm awfully low, when the world is cold, I will feel a glow just thinkin' of you.
Before I put on my make-up, I say a little prayer for you!
Your love keeps lifting me higher, than I've ever been lifted before.
Unforgettable, that's what you are!
Lean on me, when you're not strong!
And remember,
Somewhere out there, beneath the pale moonlight.
Happy Birthday Sweetie,
I know you think the special ones are all gone, but I hope this birthday is filled with fun, laughter, hope, and happiness! When it comes to daughters, I could not ask for more!
Love,
Your mom and friend
2/23/05
Here's A Riddle For You
What can one really say in a public journal about the "S" word. It's invigorating. It actually releases endorphins in your brain that can result in an indescribable high. It's always there but you can't always have it. Any guesses? Sometimes the addiction is so strong the urge to taste of it leads one to do things they might later regret. The memory of it fades almost instantly. Ah hah! I caught you heading down the 3-letter "S" word road. Ooops!! My bad, it does have 3 letters. Alas, my friend, the S-word I speak of is far greater! There are diseases that lay their blame on the fact that we don't get enough of it. One can develop certain types of fevers and mood swings from a lack of this S-word. In fact, we would literally die without it. (Yes, it's true. I know because my cabin fever was at a very dangerous level just a few short hours ago) So you can imagine my relief and excitement this morning when I arose early (I didn't even have to set the alarm, Kate) and tasted of the S U N
Hallelujah, I'm walking on sunshine!
Post Script: Sometimes I think the mental bandwagon drove by while I was napping.
GOOD RIDDANCE February
Ever had that last party guest that doesn't know when to go home? It's name is winter. Last night it felt like we had sub-zero temperatures. In the living room. I find some solace in flipping the calendar page and for those of you that don't know me well, I had a baby on March 3, 1983 and it was 70 degrees. Ok, then bring it! My schedule for the next 3 weeks is crazy. More later! There is life on Mars Hill!
Hallelujah, I'm walking on sunshine!
Post Script: Sometimes I think the mental bandwagon drove by while I was napping.
GOOD RIDDANCE February
Ever had that last party guest that doesn't know when to go home? It's name is winter. Last night it felt like we had sub-zero temperatures. In the living room. I find some solace in flipping the calendar page and for those of you that don't know me well, I had a baby on March 3, 1983 and it was 70 degrees. Ok, then bring it! My schedule for the next 3 weeks is crazy. More later! There is life on Mars Hill!
2/22/05
What Day Is It?
It's obvious there should be no white boys in the American Idol top 12 contestants
Jake and Christie stopped by, and we have yet to hear of her "Youth with a Mission" adventures.
Vote early and vote often....it's all about the kids, not the almighty dollar.
Two cars in the shop cannot be good for my mental health.
Aunt Normie was one of my 32 eccentric aunts and uncles, but she also wins in my favorite category. Until we meet again.
I want to read Fear and Loathing
While the Cat's away, the mice are doing all the work.
Every aspect of the theatre is growing on me
Mark has pulled yet one more relative from the brink of dell destruction over to the wonderful world of Apple. Congratulations John.
We've rented a motor home for August 19 ~ September 9. I pray any video footage we collect never ends up in a movie starring Chevy Chase.
Jake and Christie stopped by, and we have yet to hear of her "Youth with a Mission" adventures.
Vote early and vote often....it's all about the kids, not the almighty dollar.
Two cars in the shop cannot be good for my mental health.
Aunt Normie was one of my 32 eccentric aunts and uncles, but she also wins in my favorite category. Until we meet again.
I want to read Fear and Loathing
While the Cat's away, the mice are doing all the work.
Every aspect of the theatre is growing on me
Mark has pulled yet one more relative from the brink of dell destruction over to the wonderful world of Apple. Congratulations John.
We've rented a motor home for August 19 ~ September 9. I pray any video footage we collect never ends up in a movie starring Chevy Chase.
2/18/05
All The Live Long Day
My name is Julee and I approved this advertisement.
Allegros present the Broadway musical "Working" March 17, 18, & 19, 2005. A song and dance revue about the everyday working person from architects to the UPS guy, featuring the incomprehensible talents of several well known area artists. You'll be kickin' yourself to the curb if you let this one pass you by.
Don't miss it.
Coming Soon: A pirated sneak preview of the song If I Could Have Been
Allegros present the Broadway musical "Working" March 17, 18, & 19, 2005. A song and dance revue about the everyday working person from architects to the UPS guy, featuring the incomprehensible talents of several well known area artists. You'll be kickin' yourself to the curb if you let this one pass you by.
Don't miss it.
Coming Soon: A pirated sneak preview of the song If I Could Have Been
2/14/05
So This Is Love
Let's face it ~ You haven't climbed Mount Everest and I haven't written the Great American Novel.
But look at it this way...we haven't declared bankruptcy nor have we had the nerve felt the need to find greener grass.
Matter of fact, come to think of it, there's lots of things we haven't done. Been arrested, sanded the hardwood floors, lit the match, or bought the farm, just to mention a few.
So yeah, Happy 28th Valentine's Day! And here's to all the things we have to do yet. Literally.
Oh and by the way, thanks for the three great gifts, you sure know how to pick 'em.
But look at it this way...we haven't declared bankruptcy nor have we had the nerve felt the need to find greener grass.
Matter of fact, come to think of it, there's lots of things we haven't done. Been arrested, sanded the hardwood floors, lit the match, or bought the farm, just to mention a few.
So yeah, Happy 28th Valentine's Day! And here's to all the things we have to do yet. Literally.
Oh and by the way, thanks for the three great gifts, you sure know how to pick 'em.
2/12/05
We Are Family
All happy families resemble each other ~ Leo Tolst
Happy Birthday to my brother-in-law Paul, and my niece Ariel Janae!!!
Mark sure doesn't have much family left but what he does have affects him in the most positive ways. Paul and Teresa are like the perfect relatives. They never wear out their welcome. They are filled with nothing but prejudice opinions when it comes to our kids, and our parenting skills. Paul has thankfully released me of my role as sports sounding board and I have never, for a moment, regretted the intrusion.
In all areas of their lives, Paul and Teresa have remained faithful, constant, dependable and trustworthy. Their road has not always been without it's hardships, but they have weathered the storm and we have all been the recipients of their infectious personalities, undeserved affection, and constant prayers. In a way, Paul has given Mark the praise, adoration, consideration, and attention that one usually receives from a father.
Thank you from the bottom of our hearts.
Carpe diem.
Ariel, what a gift you were that cold Valentine's week-end when you arrived via your birth-mom and landed in what surely was the family that god handpicked just for you. We all would have a gaping Ariel sized hole in hearts if you weren't a part of our lives today. Please don't ever stop being you. You are creative, funny, talented, innovative, and original. Happy birthday, god bless you, and give your crazy 'ole aunt a call once in a while.
Happy Birthday to my brother-in-law Paul, and my niece Ariel Janae!!!
Mark sure doesn't have much family left but what he does have affects him in the most positive ways. Paul and Teresa are like the perfect relatives. They never wear out their welcome. They are filled with nothing but prejudice opinions when it comes to our kids, and our parenting skills. Paul has thankfully released me of my role as sports sounding board and I have never, for a moment, regretted the intrusion.
In all areas of their lives, Paul and Teresa have remained faithful, constant, dependable and trustworthy. Their road has not always been without it's hardships, but they have weathered the storm and we have all been the recipients of their infectious personalities, undeserved affection, and constant prayers. In a way, Paul has given Mark the praise, adoration, consideration, and attention that one usually receives from a father.
Thank you from the bottom of our hearts.
Carpe diem.
Ariel, what a gift you were that cold Valentine's week-end when you arrived via your birth-mom and landed in what surely was the family that god handpicked just for you. We all would have a gaping Ariel sized hole in hearts if you weren't a part of our lives today. Please don't ever stop being you. You are creative, funny, talented, innovative, and original. Happy birthday, god bless you, and give your crazy 'ole aunt a call once in a while.
2/11/05
The Saga Continues
You can only be as happy as your saddest child ~ Unknown
I don't know. Sometimes I want to burst at the seams with pride and joy in the spectacular job I have done as a parent.
That's me being facetious, then I put myself in some sort of reality check hold, and I realize, I've failed miserably in lots of areas.
Actually when I look at their accomplishments and personalities, it doesn't have much to do with my parenting skills, and everything to do with their disposition, character, and creator.
So let me just beat up on myself for a blog or two. I'm not looking for a response, a pat on the back, or even a reprimand. Just an emo 50-ish, retrospective of how I would change things if I could do it all over.
My biggest regret...and I'm not sure you can even teach this....it's actually something you have to learn as you go through life's experiences, is that I feel I've neglected to show them how to be a good friend, how to communicate true feelings, and most importantly how to find love and acceptance inside themselves.
So now as I watch them go through some of life's constant problems, I WANT to interfere and FIX it all for them. "Ooops, sweetie, I forgot to teach you how to set boundaries, here let me build a retaining wall for you now. Uh-o, I didn't give you any steps for dealing with confrontations, do you need me to bitch slap anyone?. My bad, I totally skipped the appointment on communication skills, why don't you start a blog?"
But I can't interfere, I can't and I won't, mainly because I haven't figured it all out myself yet. If I had, you can bet I would meddle.
Anywho, this probably should remain a draft, but it won't. Besides who would read this if I just wrote, "Today I went to work, it was not fun. Then I came home and stuffed my face out of frustration. Then I got sick. Then I fell asleep on the couch in front of a mindless TV show. But it's the end of the week, so TGIF, BFF, TTYL, and just for the heck of it LOL."
Tomorrow I must teach Melissa how to cook.
I don't know. Sometimes I want to burst at the seams with pride and joy in the spectacular job I have done as a parent.
That's me being facetious, then I put myself in some sort of reality check hold, and I realize, I've failed miserably in lots of areas.
Actually when I look at their accomplishments and personalities, it doesn't have much to do with my parenting skills, and everything to do with their disposition, character, and creator.
So let me just beat up on myself for a blog or two. I'm not looking for a response, a pat on the back, or even a reprimand. Just an emo 50-ish, retrospective of how I would change things if I could do it all over.
My biggest regret...and I'm not sure you can even teach this....it's actually something you have to learn as you go through life's experiences, is that I feel I've neglected to show them how to be a good friend, how to communicate true feelings, and most importantly how to find love and acceptance inside themselves.
So now as I watch them go through some of life's constant problems, I WANT to interfere and FIX it all for them. "Ooops, sweetie, I forgot to teach you how to set boundaries, here let me build a retaining wall for you now. Uh-o, I didn't give you any steps for dealing with confrontations, do you need me to bitch slap anyone?. My bad, I totally skipped the appointment on communication skills, why don't you start a blog?"
But I can't interfere, I can't and I won't, mainly because I haven't figured it all out myself yet. If I had, you can bet I would meddle.
Anywho, this probably should remain a draft, but it won't. Besides who would read this if I just wrote, "Today I went to work, it was not fun. Then I came home and stuffed my face out of frustration. Then I got sick. Then I fell asleep on the couch in front of a mindless TV show. But it's the end of the week, so TGIF, BFF, TTYL, and just for the heck of it LOL."
Tomorrow I must teach Melissa how to cook.
The Saga Continues
You can only be as happy as your saddest child ~ Unknown
I don't know. Sometimes I want to burst at the seams with pride and joy in the spectacular job I have done as a parent. That's me being facetious, then I put myself in some sort of reality check hold, and I realize, I've failed miserably in lots of areas. Actually when I look at their accomplishments and personalities, it doesn't have much to do with my parenting skills, and everything to do with their disposition, character, and creator. So let me just beat up on myself for a blog or two. I'm not looking for a response, a pat on the back, or even a reprimand. Just an emo 50-ish, retrospective of how I would change things if I could do it all over. My biggest regret...and I'm not sure you can even teach this....it's actually something you have to learn as you go through life's experiences, is that I feel I've neglected to show them how to be a good friend, how to communicate true feelings, and most importantly how to find love and acceptance inside themselves. So now as I watch them go through some of life's constant problems, I WANT to interfere and FIX it all for them. "Ooops, sweetie, I forgot to teach you how to set boundaries, here let me build a retaining wall for you now. Uh-o, I didn't give you any steps for dealing with confrontations, do you need me to bitch slap anyone?. My bad, I totally skipped the appointment on communication skills, why don't you start a blog?" But I can't interfere, I can't and I won't, mainly because I haven't figured it all out myself yet. If I had, you can bet I would meddle. Anywho, this probably should remain a draft, but it won't. Besides who would read this if I just wrote, "Today I went to work, it was not fun. Then I came home and stuffed my face out of frustration. Then I got sick. Then I fell asleep on the couch in front of a mindless TV show. But it's the end of the week, so TGIF, BFF, TTYL, and just for the heck of it LOL." Tomorrow I must teach Melissa how to cook.
I don't know. Sometimes I want to burst at the seams with pride and joy in the spectacular job I have done as a parent. That's me being facetious, then I put myself in some sort of reality check hold, and I realize, I've failed miserably in lots of areas. Actually when I look at their accomplishments and personalities, it doesn't have much to do with my parenting skills, and everything to do with their disposition, character, and creator. So let me just beat up on myself for a blog or two. I'm not looking for a response, a pat on the back, or even a reprimand. Just an emo 50-ish, retrospective of how I would change things if I could do it all over. My biggest regret...and I'm not sure you can even teach this....it's actually something you have to learn as you go through life's experiences, is that I feel I've neglected to show them how to be a good friend, how to communicate true feelings, and most importantly how to find love and acceptance inside themselves. So now as I watch them go through some of life's constant problems, I WANT to interfere and FIX it all for them. "Ooops, sweetie, I forgot to teach you how to set boundaries, here let me build a retaining wall for you now. Uh-o, I didn't give you any steps for dealing with confrontations, do you need me to bitch slap anyone?. My bad, I totally skipped the appointment on communication skills, why don't you start a blog?" But I can't interfere, I can't and I won't, mainly because I haven't figured it all out myself yet. If I had, you can bet I would meddle. Anywho, this probably should remain a draft, but it won't. Besides who would read this if I just wrote, "Today I went to work, it was not fun. Then I came home and stuffed my face out of frustration. Then I got sick. Then I fell asleep on the couch in front of a mindless TV show. But it's the end of the week, so TGIF, BFF, TTYL, and just for the heck of it LOL." Tomorrow I must teach Melissa how to cook.
2/10/05
If The Shoe Fits
If I could save time in a bottle ... I would have saved yestreday.
I promised myself that I would never use my blog to preach. I lied, of course, and now I speak in vague generalities. There comes a time in everyone's life when ya need to just take the plunge and fall in love with yourself AND YOUR LIFE. Not a narcissistic, prideful type of love, but a healthy, I-am-me-I-may-not-be-where-I'm-going-yet-but-I-am-growning-learning-and-loving-on-the-journey kind of love affair. One thermometer you can use to determine if you're on track to land at the happy place is; others in your life that are on the same trip. Don't. Look inward. The real test is do you like you. Do you like your job? Do you like what you do in your spare time? Do you like who you spend time with? Do you like you? When you honestly answer these questions and you come up with more no's than yes's, I would say it's time to change things up a bit. Funny thing is, though, the answers are not necessarily... get a new job, quit watching your favorite TV show, or even placing a personal ad for new friends. (Although some of those things might happen as you concentrate on the last question.) Do you like you, at the end of the day? Here's the key....and "your welcome" in advance because I know you'll all be eternally grateful that I cared enough to confront....GET A GRIP. And by that I mean, GROW UP, and by that I mean GET A LIFE, and by that I mean GROW A BACKBONE. And by all that I mean....switch jobs, start a new favorite pastime, go to school, don't go to school, screen your calls, don't worry so much about what people think, set boundaries, reclaim your space, and for heaven's sake before I have to go "Dr. Phil" on your ass, quit whining about what you don't like in your life and start living. Today would be good.
I promised myself that I would never use my blog to preach. I lied, of course, and now I speak in vague generalities. There comes a time in everyone's life when ya need to just take the plunge and fall in love with yourself AND YOUR LIFE. Not a narcissistic, prideful type of love, but a healthy, I-am-me-I-may-not-be-where-I'm-going-yet-but-I-am-growning-learning-and-loving-on-the-journey kind of love affair. One thermometer you can use to determine if you're on track to land at the happy place is; others in your life that are on the same trip. Don't. Look inward. The real test is do you like you. Do you like your job? Do you like what you do in your spare time? Do you like who you spend time with? Do you like you? When you honestly answer these questions and you come up with more no's than yes's, I would say it's time to change things up a bit. Funny thing is, though, the answers are not necessarily... get a new job, quit watching your favorite TV show, or even placing a personal ad for new friends. (Although some of those things might happen as you concentrate on the last question.) Do you like you, at the end of the day? Here's the key....and "your welcome" in advance because I know you'll all be eternally grateful that I cared enough to confront....GET A GRIP. And by that I mean, GROW UP, and by that I mean GET A LIFE, and by that I mean GROW A BACKBONE. And by all that I mean....switch jobs, start a new favorite pastime, go to school, don't go to school, screen your calls, don't worry so much about what people think, set boundaries, reclaim your space, and for heaven's sake before I have to go "Dr. Phil" on your ass, quit whining about what you don't like in your life and start living. Today would be good.
2/6/05
Week-end Update
I miss Paris in the winter
If I journaled everything here that has gone through my head this week-end, well you would need a second cup of coffee. Hang on, I'll be right back. I have to dye my hair. I updated my memoirs if you want something to read while I'm gone.
You will know the truth, and the truth will set you free. John 8:32
I can’t quite remember, but it must have been winter in the mid 1980’s when I first heard of Springhill Camps. The buzz around church was that the minute you got your registration flyer in the mail and had picked out your child’s roommate...you better mail it in pronto if you wanted a spot for summer camp at Springhill.
Hmmmm let me think. A week without my precious, little, energetic, adventurous, sister-pestering, exasperating son. Sign him up.
And so when summer rolled around that year I carefully packed 5 pairs of underwear, 5 T-shirts, 5 pairs of shorts, jeans, sweatshirt, lots of socks, and 2 pairs of shoes, one of which could get wet.
Off we went to Springhill Camps. After subtracting my $20. deposit, my balance at the registration table was $49.
We sheepishly shook the counselors hands and tried not to leave prematurely. That week I prayed for them (the counselors) diligently. I wondered constantly how he (Benjamin) was doing. Was he cold at night? Was he showing respect to his counselors? Was he making new friends? Would there be any God seeds that fell on his fertile young mind soil?
I was resigned to the fact that if Ben came home with a positive experience we would happily become a summer camp fan family.
And so the day finally arrived (I actually kinda missed the little bugger) for me to pick him up. He came bounding up the hill from the pond behind the white house. In his hands was a gigundrus frog that he proudly poked in my face. He was dressed in the same clothes that we had dropped him off in 5 & 1/2 days earlier. After he introduced me to his new pet, he passed him (the frog) off to a friend and suddenly burst into the most horrified breath gasping cry I’d ever heard. The frog and friend backed off to find their parents as Ben fell weeping into my arms.
“I....don’t....gasp....arghh...cough...don’t...gasp...”
This is it. My mind raced ahead. I guess we will not be sending springhill any more campers, volunteers, TST’ers, counselors, summer or resident staff.
I try to comfort through the muffled gasps for air, “I don’t ever...gasp...gasp...cough...gasp...
Whoa! They better not have hurt my open minded, creative thinking, mind of his own, son’s feelings. Cuz, yeah I’d just as soon save the $69 a week once a summer if that’s the case.
“....ever....want to....gasp...cough...gasp....to go...gasp...
...home!”
For one short instant, before my heart began to overflow with a special springhill size gush of gratefulness, I thought that’s a fine how do yo do to any affectionate mother’s heart.
He liked it..he really really liked it. We were hooked...in 5 short days we had become a springhill fan family.
20 years later on a very cold 2006 February weekend, during a Senior High retreat,we would finally come full circle at Springhill Camps.
It is amazing to see what God can do with a spirit that is totally sold out and emerged in Him.
Those brief 36 hours of my life spent on the 44th latitude will forever justify in my mind that; “Train up a child in the way he should go and when he is old he will not depart from it,” is not only God’s truth, but God’s promise.
If you’ve never been...my strong suggestion is to get there. I don’t care how you get there, just get there if you can. There is a handsome, hard working, unselfish activities (could be running the whole camp) director that would certainly be able to give you a couple of volunteer weekend jobs. Ask for Tony. There’s a program director who is writing, performing, and making productions that are cutting edge, thought provoking and creative and could use a good editor, producer, and/or writing companion. Ask for Ben. There are retreats available with every kind of family combinations you can think of. There are John Deere tractors to drive and pictures to be taken. There’s tiny little camps, medium sized camps, and great big camps. I’m sure you could find one that is just your size.
I wish everyone could see and have their “What If?” questions answered. No wonder, my little 7 year old son came falling into my arms and crying that he didn’t want to go home. He was home.
2/4/05
Duh!
Matthew 16: 15 - He said to them (his disciples) "Who do you say that I am?" and Peter answered and said, "You are the Christ, the Son of the living God."
John 14:6 ~ Jesus said to him, "I am the way, and the truth, and the life; no one comes to the Father, but through me."
I have been struggling, oh let's say for most of my life, with organized religion. What if the Catholics have it all "right" and you can't actually make it past purgatory unless you jump through all their hoops? What if the "big bang" was how it all got started....although evolution offers me nothing as far as a savior, a relationship, or even the "do good" theory. What if the Jehovah's Witnesses have the truth and only 144,000, wearing a white shirt and black tie, are going to literally die happy? I wasn't baptized until I was a teenager. What if I would have died before that? None of my kids have been baptized. Oooops. That's not even to mention the wackos, the extremists, the Methodists, the Buddhists, the Baptists, the Jews, or the Muslims. But the good news is Sunday night I got "saved." Saved from all my questions. Saved from my doubts as of late. Saved from the cult of christianity that judges others and therefore they themselves have the nastiest of labels stamped on them. Saved from the hierarchy of it all from the Pope to Jerry Falwell. In the gutted Grand Village Mall, seated in a circle along with 2500 or so others, I heard the simplest, aimed-straight-at-me-more-of-a-story-rather-than-a-sermon message. The simplicity was striking. I was created in the image of God and therefore I have a god vacuum in me. So when I see a beautiful sunset and it moves my heart, that's me filling a little bit of my hole with the designer God. When I hold a baby, or I am filled with a sense of pride and joy through my children, that's me filling the gap created by the father God. When I ache at the sight of a starving child or even a stray puppy that's the sign he's a loving God. And the second part of the good news is that God is an all-knowing God that knew ahead of time what good 'ole Adam and Eve would do in the garden. And so he lovingly, compassionately, sent his son Jesus to fill the void that is in all of us. Now a ton of religions and individuals, including me, have spent a lot of precious time, money, and sanity trying to shut out the voices that are really just the vacuum crying out to be filled. I’m actually too embarrassed to fill in the blanks. “I spend most of my time____________, I spend more than enough money on_____________, or, I spend a lot of time thinking about____________." Jesus is the square peg that fits in the round hole. Nothing more nothing less. The Jesus of the Bible is an historic character that I don't believe any of the above mentioned religions would deny actually walked the face of the earth. It's what I "do" with him that matters. I have to believe one of two things about him. Either he was who he said he was. Or he was the worlds best actor, imitator, liar, and master of disguise that ever lived.
Sunday night was my leap of faith.
That’s all.
John 14:6 ~ Jesus said to him, "I am the way, and the truth, and the life; no one comes to the Father, but through me."
I have been struggling, oh let's say for most of my life, with organized religion. What if the Catholics have it all "right" and you can't actually make it past purgatory unless you jump through all their hoops? What if the "big bang" was how it all got started....although evolution offers me nothing as far as a savior, a relationship, or even the "do good" theory. What if the Jehovah's Witnesses have the truth and only 144,000, wearing a white shirt and black tie, are going to literally die happy? I wasn't baptized until I was a teenager. What if I would have died before that? None of my kids have been baptized. Oooops. That's not even to mention the wackos, the extremists, the Methodists, the Buddhists, the Baptists, the Jews, or the Muslims. But the good news is Sunday night I got "saved." Saved from all my questions. Saved from my doubts as of late. Saved from the cult of christianity that judges others and therefore they themselves have the nastiest of labels stamped on them. Saved from the hierarchy of it all from the Pope to Jerry Falwell. In the gutted Grand Village Mall, seated in a circle along with 2500 or so others, I heard the simplest, aimed-straight-at-me-more-of-a-story-rather-than-a-sermon message. The simplicity was striking. I was created in the image of God and therefore I have a god vacuum in me. So when I see a beautiful sunset and it moves my heart, that's me filling a little bit of my hole with the designer God. When I hold a baby, or I am filled with a sense of pride and joy through my children, that's me filling the gap created by the father God. When I ache at the sight of a starving child or even a stray puppy that's the sign he's a loving God. And the second part of the good news is that God is an all-knowing God that knew ahead of time what good 'ole Adam and Eve would do in the garden. And so he lovingly, compassionately, sent his son Jesus to fill the void that is in all of us. Now a ton of religions and individuals, including me, have spent a lot of precious time, money, and sanity trying to shut out the voices that are really just the vacuum crying out to be filled. I’m actually too embarrassed to fill in the blanks. “I spend most of my time____________, I spend more than enough money on_____________, or, I spend a lot of time thinking about____________." Jesus is the square peg that fits in the round hole. Nothing more nothing less. The Jesus of the Bible is an historic character that I don't believe any of the above mentioned religions would deny actually walked the face of the earth. It's what I "do" with him that matters. I have to believe one of two things about him. Either he was who he said he was. Or he was the worlds best actor, imitator, liar, and master of disguise that ever lived.
Sunday night was my leap of faith.
That’s all.
2/2/05
That Damn Groundhog Better Get It Right
What do the Iraqi people and Meghan W. have in common? Well, not a whole heck of a lot, but I thought they both deserved to be mentioned and congratulated. Meghan on student of the month and all around the best thing that ever happened to Melissa in her school career. And good for you Iraqi's....you came.... you voted.... you conquered! Let freedom ring.
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