Thursday, December 28, 2006
I finally got home, made the lasagna, even had a few minutes to talk to Tony on Christmas eve and we exchanged some of our stories. I took a quick nap afterwards, got ready, and Autumn and I drove over to my dad’s. Eli and Ethan quickly followed, with Sherry, Mark, Dena, and Andy quickly behind. It was a night of Italian delight, Jane made some wonderful spaghetti, we had two pans of lasagna, a wonderful salad, lots of goodies, I think my favorite was actually the pinto pie, it tastes just like pecan pie, and I would give anyone a $100 if they didn’t agree. We all sat around with my dad and had a really nice time. It didn’t seem stressful at all. He even told us a funny story of when he was a teenager and got arrested that we had never heard. It was quite funny. We left and walked over to Dena and Andy’s. Autumn had to leave early, this was our first Christmas Eve without her with us. We have spent the last five years setting up everything for Santa to come see her. This year she spent with her mom on Christmas eve. I made it home, and Sherry and I stayed up till 1:30 wrapping presents and talking. Now all I have left to tell is about Christmas day and I’ll be all caught up, well almost anyway.
Friday, December 15, 2006
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.Maggie will be there. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. Her bright eyes are intent. Her eager body quivers. Suddenly she begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, her legs carrying her faster and faster.You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your Maggie, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....
Monday, November 27, 2006
John’s Monday Photo shoot over at http://journals.aol.com/johnmscalzi/bytheway/
My Monday Photo Shoot: You know what you think is pretty. Show us. It can be a person, a place, or thing, just as long as the primary reaction you (and hopefully others) get from seeing it is, my, that's pretty. It's so simple that your major difficulty, I expect, will be narrowing down the field to one thing.
No this one was easy as could be, Pretty to me is my six year old niece. She is the perfect little model for me, she’s quite the natural, although we spent much time doing little pranks that Uncle Derek or should I say (Uncle Dig-It) since they are all calling me this now taught her that weren’t so pretty(like platic wrap on the toilet seat and vaseline on the doorknobs). She’s really the sweetest thing in the world to me. Once again as I left she made sure she was the last one to say goodbye, as she followed me to my car showing me where she wrote I love you in the dust on the bumper of the car, yes we have lots of dirt roads. She blew me kisses till I couldn’t see her anymore just like last time.
The other pictures are from Mike's mom's Christmas party I took, we all had such a good time, and Mike came home in such a great mood, he really loves being a part of his nephews life, and he and Tiffany got along good, I even saw the love in his eyes.
Sunday, November 26, 2006
Thursday, November 2, 2006
Thoughts of yesterday continue to flood
Two children fast at play, I grew older and went away
That was the past, and the memories last
Because in our dreams and in life, time goes so fast
Or can time stand still, where we can look at thoughts of past, present, future at will
Tomorrow will come and we will be still
With unmeasurable amounts of love to be shared
Although we don’t always say it we both know, (that we have no hair) I was trying to rhyme with shared
For now we have our dreams and thoughts, our should and our oughts
Our father and mother, our sisters we love.
I only know of being Uncle, you know Father and Uncle.
But… we are brothers
We are brothers by blood
And my love does flood.
Happy Birthday my brother!
Friday, October 27, 2006
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Monday, September 25, 2006
|Today is your birthday,|
but I love you every day.
You've been the perfect mother
in each and every way.
You taught me how
to spell and count,
and you dried up all my tears.
kissed away the pain of boo-boos,
and chased away my fears.
You were always there for me
in troubled times and good.
And you are God's example
for perfect Motherhood.
Well her birthday was yesterday. I didn't get to go home for her birthday like I did for her big surprise birthday last year, but she was in my thoughts all weekend. Love you mom!
Saturday, September 23, 2006
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
I can’t really ever remember hurting any animal when I was little. The only bad thing I remember doing was when I was hmm, I don’t even know how old, just that I was young. I got a earthworm out by Nana’s, took one of her matches that she had to either light her heater, or to light one of her smokes if her lighter wasn’t handy. I took a match and stuck it in the skin, lit a match and then stuck it on the other match. Cruel I know, I have no idea why I did something like that, but my Nana caught me and she taught me a lesson that day. Nana was a earthy person. She was of nature! She loved the outdoors. She had taken me grubbing for worms before when she went fishing. So I thought she wouldn’t really have a problem with this. I’m not sure if the lesson was to keep me away from her matches or if she really meant to teach me something. But what she told me stuck with me, and I don’t ever remember being mean to any of God’s creatures from that day. She actually brought up the fact how she had took me grubbing for worms. She asked me did I remember how many worms we found. I told her yes. She said well under the ground there are earthworms, just like the ones we got for fishing. Those kind of worms aren’t for fishing. Those kinds of worms make things grow, without them, there would be no flowers or grass, or trees. The only reason they were put here was to be in the earth now why would you want to hurt something like that. I don’t remember if I cried, but I felt bad. She didn’t fuss at me, she did ask for her matches back though.
So I think about this lesson she taught me a long time ago. A lesson we can use not only in nature but also in our lives. There are always invisible forces at work. There is the silent and unseen work. When I say work it could be a prayer someone is praying about you and you don’t even know it. There is the own work of our own spiritual lives. Something keeps telling me to be still, go back to meditating like you used too, but I havn’t let myself be still as much as I used too.
I believe in our lives, like Nana’s lesson to a young Derek, as well as in our world, like something small as an earthworm or as large as humankind, there is always so much more than meets the eye.
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Are there certain scriptures or other writings that you repeatedely turn to for inspiration or guidance?
“Judge not, that ye be not judged. For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged: and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again.
Describe an unforgettable experience during your time of living as a single woman in Jacksonville
My most unforgettable experience of living in Jacksonville when I was first arriving in Jacksonville, Florida on the Greyhound bus. I had never been away from home and this was the first time I had ever gone to a big city by myself. Can you imagine how scared I was? I knew that Eunice Lestlie's husband Johnny Horton was to meet me at the bus station but I was scared there waw a mix up. When I got off the bus he was there. I can remember straining to look at the city when we were getting close to it.
My next most unforgettable experience was when I learned how to ride my bicycle in Jacksonville, Florida. I guess that was the most fun thing that I did when I lived in Jacksonville. I was such a dreamer. I used to ride by the river where all the big homes were and dream about meeting my husband. I guess I thought he was going to come out of his house and fall in love with me. I have told you many times about how when Carolyn and I rode our bicycles, I could not turn the curve and I would wind up in some people's shrubbery. Lots of times, he would have his water sprinkler on. Sometimes they were at their door to watch me. I was so young, healthy, and carefree.
Probably the biggest problem I had was getting my laundry to the washateria. I have many happy memories of living in Jacksonville.
The picture of her with the rollers in her hair was her in her bedroom in Jacksonville. I always loved this picture even when I was a little boy it would make me laugh.
Monday, September 11, 2006
by Annie Farnsworth
I see you again and again
tumbling out of the sky,
in your slate-grey suit and pressed white shirt.
At first I thought you were debris
from the explosion, maybe gray plaster wall
or fuselage but then I realized
that people were leaping.
I know who you are,
I know there's more to you than just this image
on the news, this ragdoll plummeting—
I know you were someone's lover, husband,
daddy. Last night you read stories
to your children, tucked them in, then curled into sleep
next to your wife. Perhaps there was small
sleepy talk of the future.
Then,before your morning coffee had cooled
you'd come to this; a choice between fire
How feeble these words, billowing
in this aftermath, how ineffectual
this utterance of sorrow. We can see plainly
it's hopeless, even as the words trail from our mouths —
but we can't help ourselves—how I wish
we could trade them for something
that could really have caught you.
I figure, today, on the 5th anniversary of 9-11 - my sister sent me this poem. I thought it was quite profound. It saddened me. Then I thought of those that I have lost. Those that I still talk to even though they may not be in my life, some who have not even passed away. So I guess it's good to talk to those, and keep on remembering. I'm not talking about holding seances or anything like that. I'm simply talking about remembering those who have died in a different light. No one ever really dies. Their memories - and our memories of them - live on. Their energy can never be destroyed. It can only pass from one form to another.Although we never want to forget the horrors of what happened on 9-11 - we also do not want to forget the beauty of how those who've gone before us have lived. There's gold in the memories of our dearly departed. Let us never forget them.
Friday, August 25, 2006
2. What was your favorite pastime as a child? MY FAVORITE PASTTIME AS A CHILD WAS PLAYING WITH MY PAPER DOLLS AND MAKING CLOTHES FOR THEM. I ALSO LIKED TO PLAY WITH MY LITTLE DOLL HOUSE THAT I GOT ON CHRISTMAS. I WISH THAT I COULD FIND ONE LIKE IT. IT WAS MADE OUT OF METAL AND IT HAD LITTLE PLASTIC PEOPLE TO PLAY WITH. IT ALSO HAD PLASTIC FURNITURE. IT WAS A TWO STORY HOUSE WITH A PATIO ON THE BOTTOM FLOOR. I WAS SO PROUD OF IT. YOU KNOW THAT MY VERY PASTTIME WAS READING. I ALSO LOVED WALKING THE COUNTRY ROADS WITH MY FRIENDS AFTER I GOT IN HIGH SCHOOL.
3. I just started thinking about some of the stories you use to tell us when we were little. Like the time you got caught in the bobwire when you were going swimming, or had been swimming, was there a little dog with you too when that happened? You used to tell us that story a lot but now I can’t remember exactly how it went.
We used to go swimming in Granpa's pond all the time. One of my friends rented Grandpa's house from Aunt Pansy after he died. We walked from her house to the pond and when I went to step over the barb wire fence, the bird dog knocked it out of my hand and it cut my leg. We walked back to Betty Sue's house and she doctored it with metholate and did it burn. I think I still have the scar. We used to go swimming in that pond a lot. One of Nana's brothers threw me in when I was real small and someone had to jump in to save me. This pond was used a lot of baptizing. The folks at Lax from the black and white churches used it for their baptizing.
4. Tell me a special memory about each of your brothers. I'm going to go one at a time from oldest to youngest. Two of my most special memories of Andy is his red hair. Another special memory of him is when he bought me a new blue dress to wear to his graduation. His was solid navy blue with a little lace collar. He spent his money he had made in tobacco to buy it. I was nine years old. I thought it was exta special because it was store bought. Another special memory of him is when he would come home when he was in the Air Force and he would stay at home during the week-end. I would always let him have my room and I would sleep on the couch. He always used some kind of cologne that made my pillow smell so good. Another special memory of him is when he came home from Pueto Rica while he was in the Air Force he gave me a new bulova watch for my graduation gift. That was my nicest gift for graduation. My most special memory of him was his kind heart and his good natured ways. He was always nothing but the best. Another special memory of him was his ability to draw. He sent off for that class on drawing. He really was gifted. I can remember Daddy crying when he would come across something he had drawn. He had drawn on the walls of the old house that my Grandmother Kilgore lived in next to Nana. Yes, he was missed when he left home. Daddy cried a lot about him when he left. I wonder if Andy ever knew that. He used to hitch hike from Hunter Air Force Base when he came home on leave.
Monday, August 14, 2006
I was thinking today about how we cannot wait to get out on our own when we are young. It’s just nature taking over…leaving the nest. But I feel the love of family and cannot wait to get back to gather with them. I went home to Georgia this weekend for a much needed family reunion. It was my mom’s family reunion. But in a way it was a good one for all of us as well. Friday I spent time with my sister’s. It felt like old times. I was driving them around town, the old chauffeur. Saturday we spent most of the day over at my brother’s new house, which I just loved. He can do so much with it, and I know he’s going to love it. We were all together again. With a few extra cousins here and there. We had two pans of lasagna, fried mushrooms, and I had a few corona’s. We even had a dance off in the living room-(dance floor). The kids really enjoyed it too. Especially Autumn. She’s so proud of her little Tinkerbell room there. Then we had the big family reunion on Sunday with so much food. After that I went to see the boys and took them swimming at daddy’s. They just loved it. Eli with his remote control boat I got him, and Ethan having fun with me in the pool. He loved jumping in the pool to me and me throwing him in the air in his float. We are always building such great memories. I’m truly blessed. I cherish my family and our relationship. I think it’s memories like these that can get me through the tough times.
Monday, August 7, 2006
Thursday, August 3, 2006
We are simply left with the knowledge that from that point on, the world as we know it will be completely different and in the hands of the people. We don't know exactly what they'll do with it, but there's a strong feeling of hope. It was really good, so I definitely recommend it.
Monday, July 31, 2006
I’ve never really mentioned much my love for theatre. I acted in community theatre since I was about six all the way up till I was around 26. I loved it. I grew up in a small rural area of South Georgia. When I started college my acting coach was one of Meryl Streep’s acting coach’s. He even had a picture of her in his office when she was really young. I wouldn’t say I was a great actor. I was a nervous actor though. Every night before the curtain’s opened I was a wreck, no matter what I just couldn’t kick the jitters. But then the curtains would open and I would perform. I loved it after the curtains opened. I’m not really sure why I quit something I loved so much. I quit after I moved here to Jacksonville, Florida. I have never even checked into any theatre although there are many. I really have to get back into it. I guess when I moved here I just didn’t feel I had the time. I wouldn’t say I’m a wonderful actor, it’s been over 10 years since I’ve even acted. But it would be interesting to audition.
The first big production I remember seeing was Andrew Lloyd Webber’s musical “The Phantom of the Opera”. Where a young chorus girl named Christine Daae received voice training from a mysterious musician she calls the “Angel of Music.” Well I’m sure many of you know the story. As the plot thickens we all find out the mysterious mentor is really a demented man who wants to carry her away into a bizarre underworld beneath the opera house. He’s evil masquerading as good.
Writing about this makes me think of our realationship with Christ, and all we face. I leave in the morning hoping I have enough armor on myself. I know God made it just for me. It was made for you too.
Friday, July 21, 2006
Friday, June 23, 2006
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
I've been sitting here tonight going through old journals I've written. I sit here and laugh sometimes, at moments I wonder who this person was? Was this person me? I wrote of beginnings, many beginnings. Of endings, almost as many. Then I read the last page of one of my journals that I ended on June 21st, 1993. Hmm maybe another idea, maybe take quotes from my old journals from years ago, once a month, we'll see. This is what I wrote.
Well, the last page at last. Always my favorite page. I've been thinking of how to end this. My English 101 teacher Dr. Campbell believed the last phrase connects with the entirity of your writing. But this won't mark an end to my writing, I'm sure there will be more to write about in the future, and maybe one day I will be looking back and reading all these pages, and this page. I wonder what my life will bring?
Beginnings and Endings
The beginning can be awkward, interesting, easy, quick plundging us into involvement. Endings are usually wise, very sad, stressful, and functional. The end is always yet to come. But I have today to laugh, cry, shout, love, and be myself so I'm not worrying about an end.
Thought that was cool that I found this old journal of 1993 tonight. I think I have about 14 old journals now.
Sunday, June 11, 2006
I still remember how I felt the first time I saw you. There was something about you that I couldn't forget. Maybe it was your eyes or maybe your smile- or maybe the way you flirted with me, all the things that I have since come to know so well. Whatever it was, I remember that it drew me in and took a hold of me in a way I couldn't ignore. Now when I look at you, I see someone who's become so incredible important in my life. Yet there are still moments when I feel the mystery and charm, the same invisible power pulling me to you just as it did when we first met. The birthday weekend will be officially over in a few hours, thank goodness I think I wore you out and we're about to hit the sack. Here's a few pictures from the weekend. Happy Birthday!
Monday, June 5, 2006
Thursday, June 1, 2006
A fisherman spotted her just east of the FarraloneIslands (outside the and radioed an environmental group for help. Within a few hours, the rescue team arrived and determined that she was so bad off, the only way to save her was to dive in and untangle her ... a very dangerous proposition. One slap of the tail could kill a rescuer.
If you read the front page story of the SF Chronicle,
you would have read about a female humpback whale
who had become entangled in a spider web of crab traps
and lines. She was weighted down by hundreds of pounds of traps that caused
her to struggle to stay afloat. She also had hundreds of yards of
line rope wrapped around her body, her tail, her torso, a line
tugging in her mouth.
They worked for hours with curved knives and eventually freed her.
When she was free, the divers say she swam in what seemed like joyous circles.
Shethen came back to each and every diver, one at a time, and nudged them, pushed gently around- she thanked them. Some said it was the most incredibly beautiful experience of their lives.
The guy who cut the rope out of her mouth says her eye was
following him the whole time, and he will never be the same.
May you, and all those you love,be so blessed and fortunate ...
to be surrounded by people
who will help you get untangled
from the things that are binding you. And, may you always know the joy
of giving and receiving gratitude. I pass this on to you, my jland friends, in the same spirit.
Monday, May 29, 2006
Sunday, May 21, 2006
Friday, May 19, 2006
Sunday, May 14, 2006
And a very Happy Mother's Day going out to my wonderful mom! I love you! More later, I have to get to bed!
I did spend a wonderful day with Mike's mom at the beach flying kites, and with our friends Val and Rochelle after church with little Aaron. It was a full day for sure and I have to get to bed, work comes to early. Happy mother's to all the mom's out there! We are who we are because of you! I know I am what I am because of mine!
Thursday, May 11, 2006
Monday, May 1, 2006
Monday, April 24, 2006
Sunday, April 16, 2006
Sunday, April 9, 2006
Friday, April 7, 2006
Mike and I just got back from the beach, a friend of ours cooked us the best dinner tonight. I really enjoyed doing something a little diffrent than our usual, crash on Fridays. Both of us are feeling a bit under the weather, but we had a nice night. I just picked up a roll of film from Autumn's birthday, I just love this black and white of Eli.
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Sunday, March 19, 2006
Monday, March 13, 2006
Thursday, March 9, 2006
Well we will hit the road tomorrow after work. Heading home to Georgia, we're all having my little sister Dena a little birthday party. It will be great to get home and see everyone, I'm really looking forward to it. I should come back with lots of pictures as always.
In one year, What would you most like to see changed or improved about yourself? This is a hard one, let me go to my next tag and come back to this one.
I have been thinking on this one. Especially since I know Mike will be reading this. I think of how much energy I've spent trying to get what I want from him. It's really got me thinking- how much of my thinking time is spent on what to say to him to be the way I want him to be?
Many of us spend a lot of time thinking about how to get what we want from our partner - how to get our partner to open up, be more caring, see us, love us, pay attention to us, spend time with us, have sex with us, and so on. We spend at lot of energy trying to get what we want from our partner because we believe that if only we do it right - behave right or say the right thing - we can have control over getting our partner to change. This illusion of having control over getting another to change keeps us stuck in behavior that not only does not work to get us what we want, but drains us of the energy we could be using to learn to take loving care of ourselves.
It has been very hard for me to accept that I can't "get" others to do what I want them to do, even if it would be good for them and for the relationship. So I'm going to take my eyes off of Mike and focus them on me. "What do I need to do for my own well-being if Mike doesn't change? Derek is going to try and quit nagging and trying to control. So in answering the question, I make no changes to him. Now going back to Woe's question, in answering his, I can change or improve by figuring out ways I need to be more loving, caring, understanding and attentive to myself and my own feelings.
True to me, and let him be true to himself. Will it be easy! We'll see! Here he is in front of the stargate, he loves this show.
Wednesday, March 8, 2006
Last night we had our service, the weekly service till Easter. We spoke about exile. We all told examples of exile in our lives. Listening to everyone's examples, made me think how everyone's life is hard, and much harder for some than others. Also just because we are Christians doesn't make it any easier. Sometimes I've even felt in exile just by what it means to me being a Christian and what it may mean by others. I know it's definatley not any easier for us because of it. I think of my own weaknessses and wounds, and wonder if they will be healed in my lifetime. I sure hope so. I think about what is in store for me, at times it puts a smile on my face, and at times it puts fear in my heart. Mainly I try to have hope in my life, because I find a inner strength with that. I may have a bad day, but I have learned that one day we may have a completely diffrent day.
I can deal with any hurts from the past because I have hope for the future. The best lies ahead. My way back Wednesday will consist of pictures not to way back, but in the last 30 years. They are of my sister who is 32 today.Happy Birthday Little Sister
Year after year, I search for a way to tell you how I feel about you and everytime I wonder if it hasn't all been said before. But this year is extra special because it contains all the laughter that we all have shared through photos. This is to remind you of how unique our family is and to tell you that you could never, ever be replaced in our life. It is to let you know how much we appreciate you. It's a thank-you for every time you have shared a worry or tear, prayed for us,
every time you have listened and been the only one who understood,
and we left with a smile. It's to tell you that you being my sister is one of the most important in my life and that you are not only my sister, but a sweet and dear friend. We all love you, Dena, and hope your birthday will be the beginningof a year of happiness and joy and faith.
I think about all the changes in life. Time has a way of changing things. But one constant with my sister Dena is the joy she brings in our lives.
Sunday, March 5, 2006
gaze into the distance with thoughts
drifting through my mind.
I dream, I contemplate: and then
amidst my meditations, I focus upon
The wind blowing first violently,
then subsiding to a gentle breeze,
blows the limbs and leaves.
My thoughts cease to ramble as my
attention turns and I consider
How great and strong, how majestic
stand His mountains. How proud they seem
towering over all, closest to God,
trees blowing in the breeze.
The wind, blowing fiercely now, bend
the trees against their will. And, as
they bend, they remind me of an elderly
person stooped by years of age.
A storm has come and the winds beat the trees
on the mountaintop, frenzied movements and I see
a giant dragon in the window of my mind. He stands ready to
devour, all who come within the reach of
his mighty, snappingjaws, coming from the mountain in the storm.
The storm subsides, the wind blows gentle
breaths and His mountain become gentle ballerinas
dancing gracefully to and fro. But no! I look again
and it is a giant nose stretching to the stars.
Finally the wind dies completely and
His mountain stands, green and magnificent.
I see a vivid painting against a cloudy sky.
My thoughts turn inward once again, and I
marvel at the beauty and perfection of His
mountains that stand within a world filled with so much
turmoil and hate.
How wonderful! How marvelous! Amazing that
He could speak to me of His greatness and
His love, and in His speaking bring to my heart
a quiet peace through the beauty and magic of
Sitting on the riverbanks looking about,
I see things in a different light.
It is better to wait and discern the truth,
than to jump to conclusions
and forever be a fool.
Let me step back and listen
as the river waters flow
upon emotions of web-like hatred
that entangles the least suspecting of all.
Remaining silent is sometimes the light,
for it is useless to argue and not know the truth.
The truth is sometimes overlooked
when dissension set into warp the mind of a loser.
But it sure is a pain in the neck holding it in.
Sunday, February 26, 2006
Well we did make it up early to go to church, it was a really nice service. Afterwards a group of us took our friends Mike and Allan out to lunch for their birthdays at Beach Road Chicken. Nothing like some Fried Chicken. I came home and slept most of the day, we were so tired from the Highland games yesterday. We thought we would rest yesterday evening when we came in, but my cousin called and we ended up meeting them out for some drinks and dancing. Some friends had come and stayed with them, friends of mine as well. Mark and Mark. We had a really nice time, but really paid for it this morning. And yes that one picture we're doing the YMCA. They played 80's music a lot, Vicki looked at me and said I think they knew we were coming out.
I started a new face blog a few days ago, not sure how it will turn out but who knows. I've always loved photographing faces. http://afaceaday.blogspot.com/
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
When I was a little boy there was a picture that was hidden away in a drawer in my parent's bedroom. I was known to plunder, I'm not sure how this started, but I think it came from weekend's at my Grandmother's. Alone I had reign of the entire house, no secrets so I thought, anything I found I would come back and ask questions, who's this a picture of, what is this. There were no boxes that weren't gone through, no desks that weren't scurried through. I could just about tell you where anything was. And I'm sure I learned who a lot were. So sometimes when I was alone I searched for treasure. One of the things I found was this small picture of my parents when they were young kissing. Something I don't remember them doing in front of us. Maybe two times I can remember it, but I think we made them kiss even those times. I saved this picture all these years. They have since divorced when I was in college, and both remarried, but I keep this for some reason, maybe just to remind me, remind me that once there was love enough to make us.
Sunday, February 19, 2006
Friday, February 17, 2006
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Hope everyone had a great valentines day, mine was good! We had a good night. Today I bought myself a little present to me. A Canon EOS Rebel, Woo Hoo! So hopefully wonderful new pictures coming up. I did the Round Robin Challenge today over at http://throughvealeyes.blogspot.com/ Let the good times roll. I really have to get some organization going and catch up on everyone's blogs. I will do it. I should of made that my new years resolution. I'm thinking I may have way to many blogs going.
Sunday, February 12, 2006
Monday, February 6, 2006
Wednesday, February 1, 2006
Pain is a strange thing. It was all consuming for me for the first few days. No peace, just good painpills, lots of sleep and doctors visit. Then came a little depression, because all I could think about was the pain, and spending my vacation in bed. Then somehow I noticed there were breaks in the pain, it wasn't 100% of the day in pain, I had little breaks where it wasn't quite as bad. Only I really couldn't focus on much during that time. Finally the pain broke, or lessened. I'm still not at 100% but I'm getting there day by day. Strange from going to running 8 miles one day and then the next week not even being able to walk a mile without really hurting. That's what I tried to do yesterday. I did find a nice book called "Making All Things New" by Henri J.M. Nouwen which was some good nourishment for my soul. I found my quiet time I had so been searching for, although I had rather been doing a 100 things if I could. I started back on my first day back to work today! I'd like to say it was wonderful being back! In ways it was, everyone really seemed to miss me! Or at least everyone kept telling me that all day. I took today like I've been taking every day. I had a few hours of really bad pain, but somehow managed to get through it. Thank goodness for a long lunch break where I had time to lay on some ice. It was really beautiful today weather wise, I sure miss running. If things go good I may try a slow jog on Friday for a ways, we'll see how it goes, if not I'm not going to worry about it. My day got really good when I made it home to a nice and clean spotless house. Mike is trying to start his own business cleaning houses. So he actually showed me he does know how to clean. I don't think I've ever seen the house look quite so nice. Candles lit and everything. If only my back was a little better I would have jumped him. But he's being quite patient with me and the ole back. He's going to be calling me grandpa soon. I took us out for dinner at Qdoba, a nice little mexican place. Got back home took a relaxing bath, and laid on some ice again. So thought I'd take a few moments and make a entry. Hope everyone is having a great week.
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Monday, January 30, 2006
Friday, January 27, 2006
Oh man these past two days have been rough. I woke up Tuesday morning and much to my surprise couldn't straighten up. I was in some kind of pain. I was lucky enough to have Mike helping me get to the doctor and play nursemaid to me. I'm not the kind of person that really likes that either. He kind of had to put his foot down and say ok, I'm here for you this is when your supposed to ask for my help. I get so stubborn. But I finally realized I couldn't do it without him. He's been really good helping me get up and down and to the doctor. I got the xrays done yesterday. I'm thinking I must have pulled a muscle or something not sure. But it's feeling much better than it was. Not sure if it was all the sneezing and coughing I was doing or what. But I'm definately the crooked man. Mike keeps laughing at me but I don't think it's that funny. But I can see how he thinks it is. I definately look funny. Well can't sit here for long without pain, so back to my painpills and bed. I feel like I'm going to be about better by Sunday. Where have these four days gone? I am suddenly desparate for time while energy flows out just trying to get up out of the bed. Backpain, not something I would wish on my worst enemy. Well I don't really have an enemy. Little by little I find myself leaning towards sleep like bear that that longs to curl up somewhere and hybernate. I'm definately rested. The pain pills and muslce relaxers could have much to do with that as well. I did walk out earlier and went to the store to get some milk. The light was dazzling, and the cold air felt wonderful. Oh I'm missing my running very bad. I'm just wondering how long I'm going to go without running. I guess I'll start all over again and just try not to overdue it. Mike is out now having a job interview, hope it goes well for him. I wish I could write with a clear mind, but the cobwebs caused by the muscle relaxers and painpills are leaving my mind kind of blurry. Times like this do make me think I'm looking for something, an answer I need, or hoping to hear His voice, and wit me laying on my butt I'm not too busy to listen, so He helps us by letting us lay down for awhile so we can look up! I've been wanting to be still for a while, well here I am now very still, and of course I'm wanting not to be still.
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
Monday, January 16, 2006
Yesterday our sermon was "Love one another", the one thing Jesus told the disciples would show the world you are a Christian. I think Dr. Martin Luther King Jr did. His goal was justice and equality based on human dignity, not skin color. He led a nonviolent struggle against racial discrimination and issued a plea for the civil rights of African-Americans. I believe to treat people with fairness and love in part of our responsibility. I attest to Dr. King's love for all of mankind regardless to their religion or racial persuasion. He was a great speaker and preacher. I enjoy listening to his sermons and reading some of his letter that he wrote to other pastors while in jail in Alabama.
" Love is the only force capable of transforming an enemy into a friend."
- Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
If any of you are around when I have to meet my day, I don’t want a long funeral. And if you get somebody to deliver the eulogy, tell them not to talk too long. And every now and then I wonder what I want them to say. Tell them not to mention that I have a Nobel Peace Prize; that isn’t important.
Tell them not to mention that I have three or four hundred other awards; that’s not important. Tell them not to mention where I went to school.
I'd like somebody to mention that day that Martin Luther King Jr., tried to give his life serving others.
I'd like for somebody to say that day that Martin Luther King Jr., tried to love somebody.
I want you to say that day that I tried to be right on the war question.
I want you to be able to say that day that I did try to feed the hungry.
And I want you to be able to say that day that I did try in my life to clothe those who were naked.
I want you to say on that day that I did try in my life to visit those who were in prison.
I want you to say that I tried to love and serve humanity.
Yes, if you want to saythat I was a drum major, say that I was a drum major for justice. Say that I was a drum major for peace. I was a drum major for righteousness. And all of the other shallow things will not matter. I won't have any money to leave behind. I won't have the fine and luxurious things of life to leave behind. But I just want to leave a committed life behind. And that's all I want to say.
If I can help somebody as I pass along,
If I can cheer somebody with a word or song, If I can show somebody he's traveling wrong, Then my living will not be in vain.
If I can do my duty as a Christian ought, If I can bring salvation to a world once wrought, If I can spread the message as the master taught, Then my living will not be in vain.
Yes, Jesus, I want to be on your right or your left side, not for any selfish reason. I want to be on your right or your left side, not in terms of some political kingdom or ambition. But I just want to be there in love and in justice and in truth and in commitment to others, so that we can make of this old world a new world.
~excerpted from a sermon by Martin Luther King Jr., delivered at Ebenezer Baptist Church, Atlanta, Georgia, on February 4, 1968~
Saturday, January 14, 2006
Thursday, January 12, 2006
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
Sunday, January 8, 2006
It's exhilaratingly cold for a change, cold and bright. There have been many moments of pure joy this week. Maybe it's the exercise, not sure, but I'm going to try to stay on the same road. This morning when I got up for my run there were squirrels everywhere, guess there doing last minute grocery shopping for nuts. I looked for birds but only saw a few fly over, so today was pretty sparse for birdwatching. So I just eased into the music of my ipod and got to business at hand and ran. Funny how we can find joy out of such small things. The new toothbrush I bought even brought me joy as I brushed my teeth this morning. Ok, now I'm getting carried away. But quite honestly the early morning is the time of purest joy, somehow I've forgotten this. When I lived at the beach I always went to bed by 9, and was up early to enjoy it. In the move, I've somehow just lost that feeling of the early mornings, maybe because I never go to bed till 11 or after now, and early mornings I mostly feel groggy. I hit the sack by 10 last night and was up early. I did enjoy it, how the sun shines as it rises. So my day was started with a lift. The river sounded nice.
There is still an undertow of depression. As I know Mike has not been so happy lately, not enjoying his job or hours. It seems harder for him than it does for me us being apart. For me it just makes me appreciate him more when we are together. Now it's time for me to wake him to get ready for church, I hope he's as happy as I am this morning and maybe it will rub off on him. Bless us a lot today! And bless anyone out there a lot as well.