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For Everything

2009-08-19T12:08:00.004-04:00

My blog has served to be a window to my writer-soul and has allowed creative expression of so many things inside of me. I have crafted memories here on the cyber pages of C U SMYLE. It's been a refreshing way to get to meet new people and grow as a writer and a reader. But, as with everything in life, there comes a time for change. And, while it saddens me to say goodbye, I realize that the time has come to close the blog.

Thank you so much for your readership, comments and encouragement. You've made this such a fun project! ;)

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For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:

a time to be born, and a time to die;

a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;

a time to kill, and a time to heal;

a time to break down, and a time to build up;

a time to weep, and a time to laugh;

a time to mourn, and a time to dance;

a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;

a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;

a time to seek, and a time to lose;

a time to keep, and a time to cast away;

a time to tear, and a time to sew;

a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;

a time to love, and a time to hate;

a time for war, and a time for peace.

- Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

Close

2009-08-17T11:45:00.002-04:00

You know when there's that thing out there that you just know if you could get close enough to it it would be so life-changing?

....I'm getting close.

I hope to tell you about it soon. In the meantime, Happy Monday, friends. ;)

A One Minute Post

2009-08-14T18:31:00.003-04:00

I love the The One-Minute Writer site and I often use it as a quick, fun creative outlet. I haven't had much time to post here lately but I wanted to share with you a response I wrote to one of the prompts on that site.

The prompt: Create a pick-up line.

And, so ....

Did you see that?

Did you see how quickly I went from so-put-together and confident woman to the giddy, awkward, omg I need to talk to you kind-of-girl when you walked into the room?

Please tell me that I can relax now while you buy me a drink?

I should have used that when I met Mr. Smart Guy! But, instead, I was falling all over myself with this weird nervousness and the inability to create logical sentences. lol Thank goodness he liked me anyway! ;)

Thoughtful Tuesday

2009-08-11T14:55:00.002-04:00

"Love isn't a feeling, it's an ability."

-from the movie Dan in Real Life

Diary of a Young Woman: Restricted

2009-08-06T14:16:00.002-04:00

September 25, 1978

I'M ON RETRICKSHONE for going to the library.

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Apparently, I didn't hone my spelling skills until much later than this diary entry. It's funny the way I capitalized the punishment and not the action or the cause that provoked the punishment.

Ahhhh....just a young girl willing to risk it all to gain one more minute inside the glorious walls of a library and grab the opportunity to discover another world within the pages of someone else's writings.

Dangerous, eh? ;)

A Boat in the Water

2009-07-31T13:53:00.003-04:00

A little fiction for the day. ;) I posted this over at Pictures, Poetry & Prose with a photo prompt of a boat sitting in the harbor. Hope you enjoy it.

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That brother of mine! What does he know?

Comes into town all highfalutin and showing off all of his fancy electronic toys and sleek looking car. You'd think he was a superstar on tv the way this town is acting about him. The whole town's done lost their minds! Hmph! If they even had 'em to begin with.

Now, don't get me wrong, there has never been any real competition between John and I. We're just cut from different cloths, I guess. He preferred to run to the big city and become a hot-shot-whatever-he-does and I chose to stay right here and run the family boat.

I never did have much taste for wanting much out of life besides what I have...which I think is everything. My wife, my kids, a decent man's work and a roof over our head.

Well, some may say I'm simple but there's nothing like this moment right here. Ready for the first wakes out into the water just anticipating a big catch for the day.

Ahhh! There ain't no salt in the city like this!

Catching Up on Thank You's

2009-07-30T10:57:00.006-04:00

Remember way back when Woofstock was happening and Copernicus and I were raising money for a local animal shelter? Well, I didn't formally thank those of you who donated on our behalf so I'd like to do that now, albeit a little late.

Thank you!

We raised $130 for the Richmond Animal League which contributed to the over $9,000 that was raised that day so that animals can continue to receive love, get healthy and enjoy safe living conditions while the animals wait for their forever home.

One of the coolest things that day was a photographer came up to us and said, "May I please take a picture of you and your dog?"

Beaming, as any proud Miniature Schnauzer parent would be, I said, "Of course."

She took a few pictures then handed me her business card and told me that my photos would be up on her website by the end of the day. I was so elated! None of my friends were with me that day to take pictures of us do the Strut Your Mutt walk so having a photographer take our picture was so cool!

Zee, the photographer, has a pretty amazing website so please take a moment and go check it out. Don't you just love how she captured us that day? Thanks, Zee!

On the Road Again

2009-07-24T18:27:00.004-04:00

In the words of Willie Nelson...

"On the road again, I just can't wait to get on the road again."

It's a Prius with a view! ;)

Happy Monday

2009-07-20T12:24:00.004-04:00

Monday I rise

with sleep in my eyes

ready to face the day!

No plans made yet

I'm ready to let

The hours have their way!

I hope to be

a girl - carefree

Allowing joy to stay!

Sweet peace and love

a day that's full of

Contentment all my day!

Have a happy Monday, my friend! ;)

Looking Forward

2009-07-18T11:56:00.001-04:00

What's your light at the end of the tunnel?

Calling All Botanists!

2009-07-15T14:11:00.008-04:00

Can you name this plant?

It looks and feels similar to an aloe vera plant but in a smaller, wider version.

It was discovered on an impromptu yet hilarious trip to Santa Cruz, CA yesterday. Copernicus was actually the first one to investigate the plant or ground cover or whatever it is because it was everywhere! He was in search of a place to go, if you know what I mean, and he was having a difficult time because California landscape is not what he's used to and change is not his forte.

So with all the business out of the way, we stopped for a few photo opportunities.

We were thrilled that we got to fit another hot spot into her vacation! But, we only had 15 minutes to be there and had to come back to catch her flight. So...

On the way back through the windy, curvy, hilly, oh-no-it's-nauseating trip, my eyes started watering. One eye started twitching. And, then, it was full blown allergic reaction.

My eyes swelled. My throat was tight. I felt like I was going to pass out.

After grabbing two Benadryl's and a shower, I started to stabilize. I am still feeling some after effects today but ....

I really need to know what the plant is. And, I promise, I won't touch it ever again! lol ;)

*** Just a quick update ***

My mom, a long-time Californian, let me in on what this disastrous plant is. It's called California Ice Plant and now I shall forever stay away from it. Thanks, Mom!

Just Who Will You Be?

2009-07-09T13:21:00.004-04:00

I picked up the book on my latest trip to the library, surveyed how small it was and then began to assess whether or not it would be worth reading. Its mere 91 pages that were bound in a 4"x6" format weren't that impressive to me.

...but it was the title, not the author, that hooked me. And, so I borrowed it.

I immediately found myself connected with Maria Shriver, the author, when she described certain phases of life where she lost her identity. Driven, ambitious and full of energy to accomplish much in life, she defined herself in many ways that were similar to ways that I have defined myself in the past.

Her book was written based on, and includes, a speech she gave at a high school graduation that revolved around the question,

Just Who Will You Be?

The emphasis was on who not on what.

....and I find myself in that question. I find myself feeling stripped of identities that provided me with a full sense of myself. The question of who will I be is profoundly applicable.

I am no longer "busy" with

small children

or a career

or anything

that might appear to give me a title or a sense of purpose. And, in that regard, I think am a little lost.

This idea of who not what I will be has planted itself within me at a startling apropos time. Maybe its the springboard for my future?

Just Who Will I Be?

"I've finally learned after all these years that I don't need to define myself with a certain job or a certain name or a certain role in order to tell myself who I am. I've learned that all my roles are simply a part of me - but they're not all of me.

I've learned that by looking at myself apart from my roles - by softening and taking off some of the armor I put on as a child and wore my whole life - I can more clearly see and feel the people around me. Now that I'm not obsessed about whether I measure up to other people's expectations, I've found a new gentleness and kindness in myself, for myself and for others.

Just Who Will You Be

- Maria Shriver

Unbalanced

2009-07-08T14:41:00.005-04:00

I bought the Wii Fit right before all the packing, moving and coastal craziness started. I was so excited because I love my Wii and I had heard nothing but great things about the new Wii Fit.

Well, things have finally settled down so I decided it was time to begin my new workout schedule.

Little did I know that as soon as I entered my height and weight and all of that great information, my Mii got lumpy and was given love handles. Oh! I guess that's really me ??

Ok, well...so I shook off that small insult and went through the balance game section that the system took me to.

OMG!!! How does it know that? Agghh...

But, regardless of the reality checks Nintendo provided me with, I'm still a fan. I love Wii Fit and am so glad I have it.

Wii, anyone?

Thoughtful Tuesday

2009-07-07T08:00:00.000-04:00

"Not in the goals but in the transitions man is great."

- Ralph Waldo Emerson

Celebration!

2009-07-05T18:56:00.006-04:00

The stadium wasn't what I expected at all!

... oh, this is a single A team and not a AAA team?

There wasn't much to eat.

... at least for me, the vegetarian.

I knew I was supposed to "watch out for the ball!!"

... and I was, but my rear end still became the target for said such ball??

Yes! It really did and I have quite a nice 'shiner' to show for it but thought I should spare you the visual scariness of proof. ;) lol Please accept this photo of the actual ball that hit me as solid proof as well as the testimony of Mr. Smart Guy who witnessed the event.

Ahh...but it was still a great celebration amidst those minor details. I hope yours was just as fabulous... but without a bruise on your rear end! ;)

God Bless the USA

2009-07-04T16:21:00.005-04:00

We already know what will happen.

In just a few hours, we'll head out to enjoy our local AAA team's baseball game.

We will cheer our team on with lots of oohs and shouts! We'll eat lots and lots of food! We'll get to know the new players and guess at whether they'll be any good. Innings will pass.

...and hopefully, we will have won.

But as soon as the game ends, the fireworks display will begin. He'll take my hand and we'll sing. We'll sing loud and with all our hearts. We'll sing because we both believe in freedom and liberty. We 'll look at each other with thankful eyes that we have had the honor of defending those very things.

...and, like always, I will start to cry.

The fireworks display and blasting patriotic songs will stir up my patriotism. For it is truer than true, tears will spill down my cheeks as I sing along with a stadium full of people to Lee Greenwood's God Bless the USA, and I will mean every word I sing!

...I will gladly stand up,

next to you

and defend her still today.

For there ain't no doubt,

I love this land....

God bless the USA!

Round and Round

2009-06-19T10:05:00.002-04:00

.... or what caption would you use to describe it?

Clah-Clunk

2009-06-11T12:41:00.005-04:00

I put the key into the lock, took a deep breath ... and twisted it to the right.

The clah-clunk of the releasing mechanism announced that I could enter while the smallest of squeaks emanated from the front door when I pushed it open and stepped inside the foyer.

I was there for one fairly straightforward and simple reason; to make one last walk-through in the house to make sure we hadn't left anything behind before I signed the documents that transferred ownership to the new owners. But, instead....just as quickly as I entered the foyer, grief came tumbling all around me and memories streamed through my mind's eye and I was drenched in sobbing breaths and fast, salty tears that were a torrent down my cheeks.

I stepped onto the carpeted stairs and moved one slow, heavy foot up the steps in front of the other until I got to our bedroom and stopped. I stood in the center of the room, admiring the calming celery green color that Mr. Smart Guy had picked for the wall paint, and I listened.

And ...

I heard us talking about and praying for our boys over the years. I heard us maturing and figuring out how to love each other better. I heard the last conversation we had in this room finalizing the Coastal Craziness plan and how we knew it would be hard but we knew it was the right choice.

But, as I stood there, I don't think either one of us knew the depths of difficulty and the emotional toll it would take on us. I closed the doors quietly shut on the room and turned down the hallway.

**sigh**

I went to the laundry room, still able to smell the fresh linen scent and I watched.

I watched Army Guy, in for the weekend from Virginia Tech, grab his clothes off the clothes rack and head off to put them away. I saw Dan the Man open the dryer in search of his then-favorite shirt at the time to see if it was clean yet so he could wear it. I heard Theatre Dude yelling from the laundry room to see if I had washed and/or dried all of his guitar picks that might have been in his jeans pocket when I did laundry 'cause he couldn't find any of his picks. And, I could see each of our puppies on their first day with us and how we lovingly set up their crated homes in the laundry room.

I stepped outside of the laundry room and stood on the landing and just looked at all of the open bedroom doors and both of the stairways that went downstairs. None of the rooms were ever just one boys room. The rooms have always been interchangeable and have morphed into whatever our family needs were at the time.

And, I saw them become ...

bedrooms, offices, music rooms, guest rooms, reading rooms, foster guy rooms, Katrina family rooms and ... anyone who needed a safe place to stay for the night away from the chaos of their life kinda rooms.

And, I could feel my heart swell with love for each person that has been in our home. I pray that their memories of staying here have made a small but lasting difference in their life.

I began to descend the steps into the living room that opened up with the kitchen. I could already see the many ...

birthday bashes, cancer-free celebrations, chick nights at the house, Prom pictures, Superbowl parties, Smart Guy and his friends discussing their conspiracy theories, the movies we've watched, Homecoming nights, and, most importantly and most heartwarming, the conversations we've had. The talks of politics and current events and shopping finds and new recipes and cool new bands and rock concerts and heartbreaks and conflict and careers and purity and freedom and boundaries and love and God.

Lastly, I stood in the foyer. I thought about how many times in the past years I had stood in that very spot saying hello or goodbye to people I love. And, even though I was still sobbing, a smile began to emerge on on my face.

My family has lived a lot of life within these walls.

I put the key into the lock, took a deep breath ... and twisted it to the left.

The clah-clunk of the locking mechanism announced that the door was indeed locked and I was no longer permitted to enter.

And, now it's their house.

They don't know it but I prayed for them while I walked into each room of the house. I asked God that he would bless their family with the fullness of love and joy that we have found while we lived here. I asked that their pantry would always be full and they would not be hungry beyond their means. I prayed that their children would find friends in the neighborhood and that they would love going to school and learning. I prayed for the marriage ... that it would only get better in the years that they call this house their home.

Giving

2009-06-03T23:05:00.004-04:00

I saw him from a distance with a small cardboard sign in his hand even though I couldn't make out what he had written on it. He reminded me of that man I saw in San Francisco a few months ago. This man, though, stood facing the cars that were coming in the opposite direction of where I was waiting at a stoplight. I watched him hold the sign up gingerly and wait patiently. And, I thought...

He looks pretty clean and well kept for a street beggar.
His shoes were in fairly decent shape which is odd.
His clothing wasn't ripped nor earth stained, both of which are indicators of a homeless lifestyle.

I thought to myself, "Well, he doesn't look that poor so I guess I won't give him any money." And, then... I remembered what I read yesterday!

"Who are you to pass judgement on the servant of another? It is before his own master that he stands or falls. And he will be upheld for the Lord is able to make him stand." Romans 14:4

I was embarrassed and humiliated by how quick I was to judge this man, this stranger, as though God needed me to decide if the man was poor enough for my standards to receive my help. Gosh, moments like this one can be so heart leveling and I was leveled! I was reminded that we all need help in one way or another and it is not our place to decide the worthiness of the recipient but to always be ready to love and to give what we can every chance we get.

Well, the light turned green and I pulled up to Starbucks to get my coffee. I thought about giving that man on the corner some money, now that my heart was in the right place, but I didn't have any cash on me at all. Well, lo and behold, I was getting my debit card out of my wallet and peeking out of one of the pockets was the corner of a $20 bill! A miracle really because I had no idea it was there. So, I decided to pay for my coffee with the cash and then give the man on the corner the rest of the change.

In order to make my way to the side of the intersection that he was on, I needed to go out of my way and not go directly on the path that would take me to my next destination. To say the least, I was inconvenienced. And, so it goes with giving to others. There should be lots of times when our giving is inconvenient and sacrificial and done with honor towards another. It moves our motives for giving to be in the place it's supposed to be .... in loving our neighbor more than ourselves.

I weaved through the parking lot to get to the corner that the man was standing on and pulled into the lane nearest him. I rolled down my window and waved at him. Thankfully, he saw me and began to make his way towards me. And, I thought ....

His skin looks so weathered and dried out.
His walk shows a lopsided gait that favored one side.
He had been crying and I saw the shame in his eyes.

I put the dollar bills in his hand and he could barely speak as I greeted him with a "good morning". He said softly, "It will be now".

And, at that moment, I was reminded that I'm never too busy or overwhelmed to help someone.

I pray tonight that he finds shelter, food, friendship and that when you see him ... you'll give much more freely to him than I did.

Change #1

2009-05-28T09:38:00.009-04:00

It happened innocently enough.

There was no motive behind my purchase other than I was out of reading material and needed a new book. I mean, I had heard a few people talk about it in the past and they raved about how it radically changed them for the better. The topic didn't fall within my normally sought after genres that I bury myself in but, still ... I picked it up off the shelf even though I cringed at the crude and brash title.

Skinny (insert the letter that comes after A and before C) itch.

It was the subtitle that got me (like they always do).

"A no-nonsense, tough-love guide for savvy girls who want to stop eating crap and start looking fabulous".

Ok, I do!

I bought it.

I saw me in the subtitle.

Don't hand me "soft" and "easy" but give it to me straight!

It did ... and I will never be the same again.

Here's what happened. I read the book and within hours was completely horrified at the way I've been eating or, to be more exact, at the nonexistent attention that I have given to what I've been eating. No, I'm not talking protein, carbs and fat content here or diet mamby-shmamby... I am talking - where did the food come from in the first place and what is the process of how it gets to my dinner plate.

The book has a lot of spicy language with some funny jabs at the reader to keep it pretty sassy. But, the big deal for me, was the book made me stop and really think about the statement - you are what you eat. And, I realized I was eating crap!

So, I've made one radical change, Change #1, with a few others up my sleeve in the upcoming weeks and I'll keep you posted.

Hang on to your forks and knives, friends, because .... (light drum roll, please)

I am now a vegetarian.

Or, as Mr. Smart Guy laughed and said, "veg-a-freak-0"!

Here's why and I've listed the page numbers of the book if ya wanna check it out for yourself:

The USDA does NOT protect the population with pure motives and is untrustworthy. "Many high-ranking staff members at the USDA were employed by, or are otherwise affiliated with, the meat and dairy industries. And if the group responsible for the safety of meat, poultry and egg products is run by people from the same industries they're supposed to be protecting us from...well, that would be a conflict of interest. And it is. An enormous, ridiculous, outrageous, catastrophic conflict of interest." (p93)
The EPA is allowing us to eat an insecticidal protein deemed unsafe for human consumption. "But the Environmental Protection Agency allows the use of StarLink for livestock feed. Let humans eat the animals who ate the corn? That's safe? Duh." (p110)
The meat we put on our table most likely came from a slaughterhouse. "Humane protocol calls for animals to be "stunned" before they are slaughtered. For cows, this means getting a metal bolt shot into the skull and then retracted. When done properly, using working equipment, this renders the cow unconscious. But time is money, and slaughterhouses operate at lighting speeds, some killing one animal every three seconds. Because thousands of frightened, struggling cows are not easy to stun, it is extremely common for a "stunner" to miss his mark. Panicked hogs, also difficult to "hit", are stunned with an electric device." (p66) The book goes on to explain the disturbing "bleed rail", hogs thrown into 140-degree scalding water to remove the hair from their bodies, and chickens with their beaks literally chopped off their faces so that won't peck each other and workers because of stress.
You are what you eat. "Assuming you started with a healthy animal (highly unlikely), you've now eaten hormones, pesticides, steroids, antibiotics, fear, grief, and rage. You are what you eat." (P77)
Antibiotics are not an appealing appetizer. "Half of the antibiotics made in the United States each year are administered to farm animals, causing antibiotic resistance in the humans who eat them. A study at the University of California-Berkely linked eating beef to urinary tract infections (UTIs) in women. It just so happens that the most common infectious disease in women is UTIs. You do the math. (p45)

... and there's so much more information in the book! I know some of it's pretty gross...but I hope you'll think about what you're eating today.

Remember, you are what you eat.

Signed with love,

~ a one-week vegetarian ~

I Met So-and-So

2009-05-22T15:36:00.004-04:00

A few years ago, I was traveling on business and I sat behind him on the plane. His accent was undeniable but I wasn't quite sure it was him....I mean...was it really HIM??!! He had aged quite a bit and I just wasn't sure I could say with 100% confidence that it was him. We engaged in a little small talk as we gathered our things from the overhead bin on the plane and that was it. As I exited the plane I leaned over to the stewardess and asked politely, "Who is that?" She smiled wide and like an informant overspilling with a juicy tidbit she replied, "Robert Plant".

Robert Plant? You mean, the Led Zeppelin kind-of Robert Plant?

So I made my way in the small airport to the baggage claim area and there he was. As I stood next to him, I stole the quick I-don't-want-to-be-seen-gawking kind of glimpses of him while I tried to act nonchalant. But, inside... I was trying to build up enough courage to ask for an autograph but all of my brain cells were saturated with star-struck immobility. The baggage rolled off of the conveyor belt, we each picked up our things and parted ways.

*sigh*

I just met Robert Plant.

I quickly called home to relay what had just happened and my elated emotions quickly began to deflate with each skeptical question that was posed to me:

Did you take a picture? You have a camera phone, ya know!

Did you get his autograph?

So....you have no proof that you actually met and talked to Robert Plant?

I tried to explain as best I could that I got completely and utterly star-struck and that was why I had no proof. I only had my story and my word that this is indeed truth!

Then, a few months passed and our family was at the Smithsonian Air and Space Museum when Mr. Smart Guy spotted Donald Rumsfeld, the then Secretary of Defense, who was enjoying the museum with family and friends. Instantly, Mr. Smart Guy and our boys became stalkers trying to get the best picture possible of him. Plans were quickly being formulated by Dan the Man and Theatre Dude to approach Mr. Rumsfeld and ask for his autograph. But, in the end, no one had the courage to approach him nor get a photograph with him.

I quickly brought the story back full circle to my encounter with Robert Plant so that they would understand why I had no autograph or photo of him. I guess sighting someone who is influential in our world does strange things to people, eh?

So, imagine my surprise when just yesterday, I sighted another celebrity in the airport. My trip back West wasn't planned...it was just a spur of the moment, my-heart-emergency and I needed to be with Mr. Smart Guy!

My itinerary was simple:

3:30am - leave the house.

5:30am - plane leaves for Philadelphia.

7:10am - plane leaves for San Francisco.

Easy enough, right? NO!

I made it to Philadelphia and my flight to San Francisco was cancelled due to maintenance issues. I stood in line at the customer service counter for 2 and a half grueling hours with my co-passengers in an effort to get re-booked on other flights. Flying is not glamorous!

Lo and behold, there were no more flights that day on that carrier and so they switched me to a different carrier. Sadly, I had to wait 6 hours in the airport before we left and to top off the best of the day, I was making a connection in Chicago. Did I mention that I was awake at 3am that morning?

** ugh **

I finally left Philadelphia and, without any issues, thankfully made it to Chicago. I had a 2 hour layover and was waiting for my flight to San Francisco when I spotted him.

Still though, I wasn't quite sure it really was him. So, I took a picture just in case it was.

And, then .....

It was him! It was him!

....and I jumped out of my seat and approached him ....

"I'm so sorry to bother you but I love worshipping with you and you are amazing! ... um, can I take a quick pic of us?"

Ever gracious and truly humble, he obliged and I took our photo. I shook his hand. I smiled and complimented him. And I wished him well.

My friends, I met David Crowder!

Dog-gone Good Book

2009-05-19T09:15:00.003-04:00

The subtitle of the book, Adventures in the New World of Prozac-Popping Puppies, Dog-Park Politics and Organic Pet Food, is what really caught my eye and I just had to read One Nation Under Dog by Michael Schaffer. It was the most statistically driven book I've read to date regarding the 4-legged friend population and the lengths that pet owners now go to so that they feel their animals are well taken care of. I found myself laughing, and feeling a little guilty, when I found myself within the pages and things quickly came to my attention with how I care for my Miniature Schnauzers:

Yes, both of my puppies go to Doggie Daycare.

Yes, both of my puppies luxuriously lounge on the bed with me and Mr. Smart Guy.

Yes, Mr. Smart Guy is called "Daddy" and I am "Mommy" to our fur babies.

Yes, the puppies' diet is an "upscale, premium food".

Yes, the puppies get lots of toys and treats.

With that being said, I felt right at home within Shaffer's pages. I am "normal" in the current trends of dog ownership. The cool thing about this book though is that Schaffer takes a look at the ongoing innards of the pet industry, currently a powerhouse $41 billion dollar generating machine, and how products and services cater to the now 60% of U.S. households who own a pet.

If you're not a dog lover, this read probably won't be for you. However, if you are like I am and love your dog(s), you'll find lots of information, humor and a reflection of your pet spending habits within the pages of the book.

"Michael Schaffer has written a thoroughly researched, jaw-dropping, laugh-out-loud expose of our love affair with the pets in our lives. Go find yourself in One Nation Under Dog!"

- Nick Trout, Author

Happy, er...Crappy Birthday

2009-05-17T15:45:00.004-04:00

It began to rise

Within its confines

Swelling past the edge

Then spilling over

Into one tear

That turned into many

Forming a river

Of sadness

... and it was a Happy, er .... Crappy Birthday!

Phobias

2009-05-14T09:31:00.006-04:00

Today, I'm immersed in a different kind of "Dust Covered and Discouraged". Instead of choosing and tossing garments in my closet...I've moved on to the garage and am making different piles this time:

Keep ... Junk ... Goodwill ... Need Mr. Smart Guy to Choose

So, as I've been adding stuff to heaps and mounds of piles, I happened across yet another can of bug spray!

Oh, they're not mine .... they are Mr. Smart Guys! He is the one who has a bee/wasp/hornet/anything-that-buzzes-nearby phobia as is evidenced by my garage findings. I collected ALL of the cans and just smiled because of a funny memory; I remembered a time early in our marriage when we had pulled up to a fast-food drive through. He was driving and placed our order and then coasted up to the pickup window when, all of a sudden ........

he freaked out!!

And, it was just as he was handing me my drink.

He jumped out of the car and started waving his arms around like a crazy man while I was dealing with a spilled drink all over me. Can't you just see the chaos that ensued after that? lol

Hmm...maybe I should have put a can of spray in the car? ;)

A Dog's Day

2009-05-13T08:37:00.005-04:00

I am joining so many others in my community to help raise funds for the Richmond Animal League so that they can continue their mission of providing hope, help and homes for animals in need. They really do some great work! ;)

Copernicus and I are participating in the "Strut Your Mutt" walk on 5/30/09 and are asking...um, begging, you for a donation. Our goal is to raise $500... and we hope you'll help us.

Please visit our secure, online giving page and throw a couple of bucks our way, won't ya? ;)

Thanks!

A Pictorial

2009-05-12T08:29:00.011-04:00

Prom 2009

Prom 2009 - The SWAG

A Letter

Strawberry Picking & Eating

First Hike of Spring

So Much Water

Spring!

Spring Musical - GREASE!

Theatre Dude's Solo "Hand Jive"

Hats?

2009-05-06T08:29:00.003-04:00

I wonder...how many hats are you wearing in a 24-hour period?

Let me know in the comments section or even on your own blog (just be sure to let me know that's where your answer is). I'll give you a peek inside my current wardrobe changes, if you'd like ...

Real estate negotiator (we're in the final details of having a signed contract)
Dog trainer (for the last time, Copernicus, leave the rug alone!)
Contract bidder (how much will it cost to have a condensation drain line extended?)
Mean mom (no, you may not wear "sag". I don't care if it's cool. NO!)
Chef (vegetable soup and a loaf of homemade bread)
Model (subject of an already-late photo project at school)
Maid (dishes, laundry, floors...spotless!)
Cheerleader (for my favorite on The Biggest Loser)
Writer (stretching it a bit but maybe "blogger" would be more accurate)
Scheduler (hair, guidance counselor, vet appointment, doctor appointment)
Crawl space dweller (braving the environment to prevent standing water)
Taxi (I know you're late...ok, I'll take you to school)
Wife (loving Mr. Smart Guy from afar)

...no wonder I'm tired! ;)

Looking Back

2009-05-01T22:33:00.002-04:00

Copernicus

He has not allowed himself to be in the moment because he's been so intent on looking back to how things were, instead of how things are, that he refuses to allow himself to be happy. He has been unruly and stubborn and is just making himself miserable by pining away for things that aren't going to happen. Unfortunately, he's been caught up in all of the change of our Coastal Craziness and he's letting everyone know exactly how unhappy he is.

He's been acting out-of-sorts by:

grumbling
being anti-social
chewing the foyer rug
taking toilet papers streams through the house
not obeying simple commands on purpose

But, I saw a glimpse of the old him. Just a small glimpse of a happier puppy who was ok with life for just a moment. But, it wasn't until I said, "C'mon, Copernicus, let's go for a ride". And, there, in the moment, I saw my sweet, lovable puppy.

Oh, Copernicus...put your Change Agent cape on and join the rest of us, won't you? Take all of the change in stride and look at the brighter side - you're an only puppy for a little while. You don't have to share anything right now and you get all of the treats and walks and lovin' and belly scratchin'. That sounds like a pretty sweet deal for you, puppy. ;)

In the meantime, I'm doing my part and trying to spend as much time with him as possible. And, repeating, "I love my puppy, I love my puppy, I love my puppy", because things are really getting out of hand. A rug? Sheesssh....he didn't even do that as a little puppy guy!

Just in Time

2009-04-30T01:34:00.009-04:00

He came home from show choir practice limping and favoring his left foot from being kicked by a choir-mate. (um, is that even a word? What on earth do you call a peer show choir person?) Anyway, it took some serious coaxing on my part to get Theatre Dude to agree to having it checked out by the doctor. He was solely focused on his character in the upcoming 4 performances of "Grease" next weekend and the fact that his "wardrobe" does not include a cast! After much parental persuasion though, he finally acquiesced and we were off to the doctor's office.

Once there, I quickly found the need to amuse myself while he was getting all checked in so I whipped out my iPhone and snapped a quick picture. He said, "Mom! What are you doing?"

I was, of course, giggling!

.... and taking another photo. ;0

1 x-ray

1 nice doctor

2 great nurses

... and we're out the door with:

1 pair of crutches

1 ace bandage

3 prescribed "icings" a day

0 weight on the foot for 3 days

1 more x-ray in 7 days (just to make sure)

Um, did I mention that he's in "Grease" next week with 4 show performances? It's gonna be tough keeping him down! However, looking on the bright side, he'll get tons of sympathy from the chickies and even be granted permission to ride the elevator at school. Ahhh...the finer things in life, don't you think?

In all seriousness, I think it's pretty ironic that Theatre Dude played football, offensive and defensive line positions, for 7 consecutive years and didn't sprain or break anything. Who knew show choir was so dangerous? Sheesh!!

But, I'm thankful that I made it home just in time....to be his momma. ;)

Not so Glamorous

2009-04-28T13:32:00.004-04:00

I just wanna rant a little so that I can dispel the myth that my current travel schedule is glamorous...just in case you were thinking that! lol ;)

As I sit in the airport this morning and wait to board my plane, I am keenly aware of the pain involved with flying. There is a lack of seating that is woefully evident and not accommodating to the mass of travelers in this area. It's a good thing I got here 2 hours early so that I could get a seat! ;)

Oh, wait...I just had a fabulous idea...."The Spa Spot". Anyone want to throw in some venture capital monies toward my idea? It would be a spa setting within the airport where passengers are allowed to peacefully wait for their departing flight at a cost-per-hour fee without:

Listening to the extremely loud woman who is talking on her cell phone and can be heard by everyone within a 4-block radius. And...she's totally oblivious to the fact that others may not want to here her conversation.
The screech of the airline employee blasting something unintelligible over the loud speaker is minimized so that I won't require a visit to an audiologist afterward to get checked for permanent damage.
Constantly scanning the overcrowded, not-enough-seats in the seating area to ensure that there are no elderly or physically challenged travelers who needs my seat more than I do. Maybe I could actually relax in my seat and not feel so guilty that I actually have a seat.
Soothing aromas would immediately begin to push out the anxious thoughts of flying or being in a plane with a gabillion people or the swine flu and the bummer that no one is wearing masks.
Earthy, world music would be settling weary hearts down instead of the hard rap music that's blasting distorted bass through that guy's headphones that he's sharing with a few of us that are seated around him.
Inviting ergonomic chaise lounges with freshly laundered blankets so that you could stretch out before you get cramped into tiny, hard spaces on the plane that, more likely than not, have someone who will spill over onto my side and take the armrest plus a few more inches.

If you'd like to contribute to the Spa Spot please let me know and we'll begin to move forward with negotiations. ;)

So, now I'm off. Ready to brave another travel experience that hopefully will go without mention. Well...past those things that I've already mentioned. *snicker*

Signed...the not-so-glamorous, not flying the friendly-anything skies,

me. c u smyle. ;)

Back and Forth

2009-04-25T11:31:00.005-04:00

He's staying. He's going.

.... and we go back and forth.

He's staying. He's going.

No! He's my puppy and aaahghghhh, I can't bear another goodbye!

.... and we go back and forth.

** sigh **

ok, no more back and forth.

Daddy loves Newton.

Newton loves Daddy.

Newton stays with Daddy on the West Coast while I journey back to the East Coast.

It's paw-fect. ;)

By the way, Newton is laying on his just bought and now loves Molly Mutt dog duvet. Go check them out...perfect for a high quality doggie product that makes it easy to keep my old pillows, blankets and t-shirts out of landfills. ;)

Loss

2009-04-22T10:25:00.003-04:00

When I heard the news, I completely cocooned myself with the information as I grasped and struggled and tried to make my way through the emotions of how to comprehend such loss. You see, one of the guys who my family has had in our lives for a number of years, now a junior in high school, just lost his parents in a car accident. In just one second, he became a family of one.

And...I am grieving for him.

And...I'm sad that I can't be there to hug him, or to hold his hand or to tell him just how hard it is to watch his heart hurt. I'm sad I can't be there to help hold his head up so that he could breathe his next breath despite the enormity of his loss.

And...then, I had to let Theatre Dude know what had happened. A conversation within text, a very long three thousand miles away and I let out a heart-sigh when I realized we received the information at about the same time and, of course, Theatre Dude had already contacted him...letting him know we loved him.

And...now, a few days later, I'm faced with making decisions and putting a plan of action in place should a potential event like this happen in my own family; especially given our high risk situation of Coastal Craziness.

And...as sad as this post is, I hope that you will join me and put a plan of action in place as well.

Puppy Nanny

2009-04-21T10:29:00.008-04:00

Happy Birthday to you!

Happy Birthday, Puppy Nanny!

Happy Birthday to you!

Let me introduce you to my friend...the birthday girl .... the Puppy Nanny!

She loves my puppies just as much as I do!

We go on great adventures together!

.... and I love her much!

Happy Birthday, LA! ;)

What a Match!

2009-04-20T07:00:00.001-04:00

Mr. Smart Guy & Newton

... a match made in heaven.

(literally!)

A Night Owl in the Making

2009-04-17T13:25:00.006-04:00

Once upon a time, ms. c u smyle loved to get up early in the morning. She believed in the saying that, "the early bird catches the worm". Not that she wanted a worm at all but she loved getting up while everyone else was sleeping and the house was quiet. She rose before the sun came up and happily went about her day's work until nightfall.

But, then, as soon as the sun went down and the moon dared to flicker in the sky, ms. c u smyle would become tired. So tired that she typically would be fully asleep by 10:00pm at the latest. Alas, ms. c u smyle was always the girl to end the night before everyone else in the house.

But, then ... the prevailing winds blew her into a new rhythm of sleeping patterns. Gone was the girl who accomplished at least 50 things before 8am and, instead, a new girl emerged who barely can crawl out of bed before 9am.

Who is this girl?

Mmph! I guess she's a night owl in the making! ;)

Thoughtful Tuesday

2009-04-14T14:00:00.000-04:00

"I don't want to live -- I want to love first, and live incidentally."

- Zelda Fitzgerald

A Girl of Expectation

2009-04-13T12:59:00.004-04:00

"An inviting, high-velocity ride through our most treasured mental act - deciding. This is truly one of the most accessible and richly informed books on human choice. It's a must-read for anyone interested in the human mind and how cutting-edge research changes the way we think about ourselves. A marvelous success."

- Read Montague

Brown Foundation Professor of Neuroscience

Baylor College of Medicine

... I read that and I was hooked so I picked up the book, "How We Decide", by John Lehrer and have been making my way through it at a surprisingly slow pace (at least for me, the bookworm). I'm almost at the point where I want to draft an outline of the brain and label each new part that the author brings up so that I can put a visual with it. Hey...I think I'll do that! lol :)

Anyway, despite the author's hard core bend as an evolutionist, he really does make the inner workings of our decision making system more palatable. In fact, in the beginning he caught my attention as he described the predictions of dopamine,

"But happiness isn't the only feeling that dopamine produces. Scientists now know that this neurotransmitter helps to regulate all of our emotions, from the first stirrings of love to the most visceral forms of disgust. It is the common neural currency of the mind, the molecule that helps us decide among alternatives. By looking at how dopamine works inside the brain, we can see why feelings are capable of providing deep insights."

Oh, so there is regulation of my emotions, after all? ....huh!

But, I really got excited when he said,

"What's interesting about this system is that it's all about expectation. Dopamine neurons constantly generate patterns based on experience: if this, then that. The cacophony of reality is distilled into models of correlation that allow the brain to anticipate what will happen next."

It sent me flying over to Wikipedia to see what it says about dopamine,

"Further, dopamine neurons are depressed when the expected reward is omitted. Thus, dopamine neurons seem to encode the prediction error of rewarding outcomes. In nature, we learn to repeat behaviors that lead to maximize rewards."

What?? I have a system within my brain that is providing me with expectations? This news is huge!

Here's why...if you had a conversation with Mr. Smart Guy about the one thing that sends me into an emotional twirl he would simply say, "She's a girl of expectation." And, he's right.

I plan, I do, I expect. I am a girl with expectations and I tend to reel from the disappointments when they aren't met. But, to know that this may be happening in my brain and I'm truly unaware of it? Could it really be possible that my expectations in life aren't based on emotional choice but are the result of neuron activity responding to past experiences?

Now that's something to think about!

I Believe

2009-04-10T11:07:00.003-04:00

We believe in one God,
the Father, the Almighty,
maker of heaven and earth,
of all that is, seen and unseen.

We believe in one Lord, Jesus Christ,
the only son of God,
eternally begotten of the Father,
God from God, Light from Light,
true God from true God,
begotten, not made,
of one being with the Father.
Through him all things were made.
For us and for our salvation
he came down from heaven:
by the power of the Holy Spirit
he became incarnate from the Virgin Mary,
and was made man.
For our sake he was crucified under Pontius Pilate;
he suffered death and was buried.
On the third day he rose again
in accordance with the Scriptures;
he ascended into heaven
and is seated at the right hand of the Father.
He will come again in glory
to judge the living and the dead,
and his kingdom will have no end.

We believe in the Holy Spirit, the Lord, the giver of life,
who proceeds from the Father [and the Son].
With the Father and the Son
he is worshipped and glorified.
He has spoken through the Prophets.
We believe in one holy catholic and apostolic Church.
We acknowledge one baptism for the forgiveness of sins.
We look for the resurrection of the dead,
and the life of the world to come.

~ AMEN ~

Diary of a Young Woman: Nothing Really

2009-04-09T12:39:00.005-04:00

The diary entry began...

January 11, 1978

Dear Diary,

Nothing really!

Dee

I find it puzzling that at 12 years old I would have nothing at all to record about that day and what appears to be a lot of other days in that year. Where are the writings of interacting with my family? Where are the writings of what school was like and whether or not I was learning? Where are the writings of my hopes and dreams and aspirations for when I grew up? Where are the writings of how much I loved our beloved family dog named Duke? Where are the writings that reveal a young girl trying to figure out who she was in the chaos of puberty?

I'm sad I didn't record those things that surely must have shaped who I am today. I'm curious to know why I didn't record conversations and interactions and emotions but instead felt that my day was just nothing really. I wonder if, in the process of maturing, I needed those days of nothing really so that I could weather the storms of growing up.

And...as I find myself in a day of nothing really, I'm now thinking about how I will record my day in my journal later tonight so that when I am 60 or 70 years old and reading back over the years of my writings, will I be able to remember who I am today?

Thoughtful Tuesday

2009-04-07T13:13:00.003-04:00

"There is hope in dreams, imagination, and in the courage of those who wish to make those dreams a reality."

- Jonas Salk

Prevailing Winds

2009-04-06T10:58:00.010-04:00

It may seem like I've been quiet.

It may even seem like I've been missing.

But, it's only because I've been caught up and tossed about in the prevailing winds of the Coastal Craziness once again. I've had you on my mind and wanted to write to fill you in on all that's happened in the past few days and even wow you with stories but...well, ... that darned time zone change gets me every time.

Maybe I'll just give you a few of the more dramatic highlights of the past few days so at least you'll get the gist of how my world was before I left Virginia. Or, maybe I should say you'll get the gist of how crazed I was. ;)

In the middle of an overloaded to-do list and with no time to spare, I locked myself out of the house just hours before my flight took off. Desperate for help, I had to wait outside for about 20 minutes before the realtor came to my rescue. It seems that I had forgotten that I gave him my house key to put in the lock box and no longer had the key on my key ring. {{oops}}

But, a funny memory popped into my head from last year as I waited to be rescued. ;)

/div>

But, wait...I had no time for memories. I had to get moving!

task. check mark! next?

pant....pant....pant

"Newton...get in your crate", I shouted!

Newton likes his travel crate so I thought it would be a much easier time than when Copernicus flew last year. It was easier getting Newton in the crate to go but he was pretty vocal up front about his lack of luxurious travel accommodations. Pampered puppy!

So, we get to the airport...check Newton as baggage because of a mix-up that caused him to be on a plane separate from mine. Um, precious baggage, please! ;)

The good news is that we arrived in Silicon Valley with no issues and I ran (ok, walked fast) to see Mr. Smart Guy!!

And, I made it just in time for our anniversary!

... and then we, Newton and I, crashed! We slept and slept and slept and... slept some more.

We all settled in and it felt strangely familiar to me as though I had never left California. Mr. Smart Guy went to work, Newton was happily tired after a walk and then I ventured out to get some groceries and ... sticker shock! I had forgotten how expensive things are in this state and that the sales tax was just raised to 9.25%. (a small side note...the sales tax in Virginia is a paltry 5%)

I had so much fun in the grocery store though that I forgot that we lived in an apartment and had to park in an underground garage and had to take an elevator to our level and had to haul said such purchases to the apartment.

But, fear not....I got a system for that!

After I unpacked the groceries and started to fold up the reusable bags I realized the middle bag was surely representative of my vagabound lifestyle:

what goes around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around....

Thoughtful Tuesday

2009-03-31T08:25:00.001-04:00

One of the things that may get in the way of people being lifelong learners is that they’re not in touch with their passion. If you’re passionate about what it is you do, then you’re going to be looking for everything you can to get better at it.

- Jack Canfield

In This World

2009-03-30T11:51:00.004-04:00

Monumental things are breaking around my house at warp speed and, unfortunately, there’s not much I can do about it but add more to-do items to the task list that I’m already frantically trying to finish before I leave for the West Coast. I even adopted a new code phrase that speaks volumes about what’s happening around me, “garage door”. The code emerged from a dire situation the other day and is indicative of the pace I’m running around here. I was leaving the house and closed the automatic garage door that … well, was not so much automatic anymore and did nothing when I pressed the button.

AaRrrghghh!!! Garage door!!

I growled, exasperated, because it wasn’t so much that something else broke or needed attention but more that it would take so much more energy and phone calls and appointments to get it fixed. And…..I’m running out of time!!

And then, just when this huge amount of pressure began to mount in my chest and my breathing began to simulate a chick in labor…I had a startling and not-so-great revelation.

I have been acting as though I am entitled to a day without frustration or opposition or challenge. I have been caught up in my own whirlwind of need and letting childlike temper tantrums erupt when things don't go my way.

I can’t help but wonder when did this entitlement attitude creep into my being because I know better! I know this...

“I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.” John 16:17 NIV

So, as I was contemplating my response to my to-do list, I had a nature-friend come visit me on the windshield as I drove.

...and, I was reminded to gaze upon the beauty and newness that each day brings.

In this world, garage doors will break, glasses will be sat on and electronic things won't work when you really, really need them to. It's part of the plan, I guess. How else did Jesus know to tell us that we will have trouble? How else would he know we would need encouragement when we faced trouble?

So, take heart with me, my friends, we know one who has overcome the world.

... and don't forget to breathe normally. lol ;)

2009-03-28T13:40:00.005-04:00

It's done!

I've done everything that I could possibly do to prepare our house to sell and am excited that as of April 1st.. it's officially "on the market". I've claimed this weekend a celebration and rest and as such, I headed off to one of my favorite spots.

I bounced into the library to pick up a few new goodies and nearly jumped out of my own skin with excitement when I saw the poster announcing my local branch now carries Blu-Ray movies!! While I didn't see any that I was interested in, I did happen to pick up quite a stack of dvd movies. I love my library...books, movies, magazines...learning and culture... all available at my fingertips!

I can't believe how much money I am saving by utilizing free resources.

It's a weekend of Johnny Depp's biography, Tolstoy's Anna Karenina, Corrie Ten Boom's story in The Hiding Place and a host of others that are sure to be entertaining and enlightening.

Ahhh...I'm really ready to take a rest. Popcorn, anyone? ;)

Love & Faith

2009-03-26T08:35:00.004-04:00

Theatre Dude is a teenager.... a seventeen year old, 6'1", 240 lb, semi-beard sportin' teenager.

He defies culture by not buying clothes at the younger generation's hot spots like Hollister, American Eagle or the Gap; but instead looks towards wearing items that send a different kind of message. He spends hours scouring different resources online and then spends days anticipating the new item's arrival.

His latest endeavor finally arrived despite several weeks of back-order. With much delight, he ripped into the package, donned his choice and said, "Well...what do ya think?"

Instantly, I was transported back to the 80's with Wham singing, "Wake Me Up Before You Go", and watching the video of George Michael dance around in a white t-shirt with big block letters that spelled "Choose Life".

"I love it", I exclaimed!

It's what I want most for him to have in his heart and display in his life.

Love & Faith. ;)

Thoughtful Tuesday

2009-03-24T13:51:00.001-04:00

"We need 4 hugs a day for survival. We need 8 hugs a day for maintenance. We need 12 hugs a day for growth."

- Virginia Satir

Dog-gone Monday!

2009-03-23T11:35:00.005-04:00

There are days when having two puppies, not quite six months apart, seem to take all of the energy I can muster in one day. And, just when I am tiring of their constant needful watch and maintenance requirements, one or both of them do something that makes me fall in love with them all over again.

For instance, I am teaching them a new trick using the "capturing" method of training where you take advantage of something that the puppies do normally and reward them with a marker word and praise and/or a treat. So, knowing that both of the boys throw their bodies into full-body shakes on a regular basis, I decided that their shaking could be a trick that they could do called "hippy, hippy shake!".

Well, lo and behold, I tried to capture Copernicus performing his hippy, hippy shake! only to reveal a photo in which his ears look much more like propellers that are driving him backward.

Then, there was a moment of sweetness captured on the stairs.

...and my heart melts once again as I grab their leashes for another trip outside so that they can do their business again. Yep, it's a Dog-gone Monday. ;)

He Started It

2009-03-20T10:17:00.004-04:00

My life as a change agent, charged with pushing through barriers of stagnation, is proving to be exhilarating, scary, whirlwind-y and full of "wow...that's new!" exclamations. My role recently ramped up by orders of magnitude when Mr. Smart Guy and I chose to pursue the Coastal Craziness route and it seems that now each day brings new change in some variation. I've been hurdling giant leaps of "what was" and donning my fantastic looking bifocals so that I could clearly see "what might be" ahead of me.

...but now, in the midst of major life change, I need to make a cell phone decision??

aaaagghhhhh!!

Ok, ok, ok. Let me settle down a bit so that I can fill you in on the details without all of the temperamental fits of expletives. lol

My cell phone (by which I'm attached to semi-permanently because I don't own a house phone or an alarm clock and am a textin' fool) had been sending me signals for a week or two. You know the kind of signals, the ones that alert you to the device's impending electronic death. So, with a half-hearted strategy, I started to look at my available options and decided I needed to talk it over with Mr. Smart Guy. I grabbed my phone, entered the speed-dial number and ... a silent death occurred. That was it! It died. Quickly, suddenly and despite my no-plan-of-action self. I was, for the first time in a long time, without a working phone.

I sat there totally befuddled and wondered what I was going to do. Aha! ...an idea popped into my head! I snuck into Theatre Dude's room to get his phone and as I stepped ever so lightly to his nightstand, "MOM! What are you doing", he screamed. (so much for lightly, eh?) I tip-toed out of his room and proceeded to call Mr. Smart Guy. After several minutes of mourning to him about my cell phone situation he quickly stopped me and said, "Baby, just go get an iPhone".

With my heart pounding out of my chest at the thought of such an extravagant gift and knowing that he has been wanting an iPhone forever, I peeped, "Are you sure? Um, let me just check it out tomorrow morning and I'll let ya know". So, we talked, laughed and then ended our conversation in our usual way of terms of endearment and affirmations of love.

The next morning I set off to the stores but once I had the iPhone in my hand there was no turning back; I had to have it! But, it felt so weird to buy an Apple product on my own without Mr. Smart Guy by my side asking all of the deep technical questions while I proudly stood on the sidelines admiring him.

It was an even stranger experience when I got home and had to set up the phone a la solo. I managed to get the phone and all of the accessories out of their packaging before tears started to pour down my cheeks as I slipped into this huge void of sadness. You see, Mr. Smart guy is the one who started it all; my love affair with Apple. He is the one who helps me understand how to work all things electronic and keeps me well-stocked with the latest techie goodies. It's him, the smart one, who gets the new thing all ready and then hands it to me ready to go.

Anyway, I launched myself into another adventure of iChange and continue to press on with my mission as change agent. Only this time ... it's change agent with an iPhone! btw...the phone is crazy cool! ;)

Freedom to Change

2009-03-18T08:55:00.004-04:00

In an effort to ready our house for selling, I decided that the baby, er...Miniature Schnauzer, gates needed to come down. The three gates have been a mainstay in raising the puppies this past year and have helped to contain them to a manageable portion of our home. But, there is a time for all of us to evolve and mature and have a little freedom to find, grow and explore new things.

... so the gates came down.

Copernicus, just barely over one year old, took to the newfound freedom quite fast. He quickly went off to find his new boundaries without any hesitation or reservation. He loved the newness of it all and then came back to get his brother to join him. Copernicus then began to entice Newton into a game of chase so that he too could discover the great new space. He loved the change and wanted his brother to feel the same way!

Copernicus

But, baby brother had some trepidation. It was questionable how Newton, now just a mere six months old, would handle so much space albeit he's the more adventurous and wild one of the two.

It took him awhile to realize that the gates were down and he was surprisingly more cautious than his brother. He kept looking back into the previously gated space as though he really wasn't sure he wanted to find out what was outside of the gates. He wanted the new without leaving the old.

... and isn't that just like us?

Sometimes we engage the change in our lives without hesitation and just drive right into the unknown like Copernicus did. Then, there are those times when we just can't seem to push ourselves out of the comfort zone and into something new like Newton experienced.

Change is such a crazy mixture of the "stop" and "go" that we experience throughout the movement of seasons within our lives.

For Newton, it took his brother's game of chase before he went into the new areas. He needed the security of retaining something of the old with him as he went into the new.

Once in the new spaces, he ran and ran and played with his brother and reveled in all of the fun! Sprawled out and panting he landed at my feet as if to say, "Thanks for all of this freedom!"

I hope that after all of the seasons of change and the maturing and the growing and the refining, I will resemble Newton's stance: a smile on my face, totally out of breath, looking heavenward and shouting, "Thanks for all of this freedom!"

I vow to take all that comes my way today and delight in the freedom to change. Won't you?

The Reality

2009-03-17T08:33:00.005-04:00

The company, who made headlines all around the nation, but even more so here because they were headquartered in this city, have finally closed their stores. Once known as a solid company with engineers that developed leading-edge technologies had somehow stumbled down the wrong product and marketing paths which seem to have ultimately led to it's demise.

It was just a short 12 years ago that Mr. Smart Guy took a position with this company that brought us to Richmond from Seattle. His career grew leaps and bounds within the company until years later when it was time for Mr. Smart Guy to move on to a different company. But, I think we both have a big soft spot in our hearts for this company because we talked about it much as we watched their stock prices plummet to the ground. My friends, some long term employees, have faced the inevitable severance packages and lay-off notices and are now trying to make their way through the reality of unemployment.

However, it still took me by surprise when I went to another store next to where Circuit City used to be. I looked at the now empty building and logo-less store front and felt the weight of our economy crashing down on my city. With tears in my eyes I feel like I am grieving yet another loss.

Only this loss is somehow tied to the gratefulness that's in my heart for the opportunities and advancements that were afforded to Mr. Smart Guy while he was with the company.

The reality is ... I have to say another sad goodbye. ;(

The Day

2009-03-13T11:27:00.005-04:00

The alarm went off and I quickly but peacefully silenced it. Nonplussed by it, I went back to a blissful sleep only to wake up thirty minutes later to the panicking realization I had to be somewhere important in less than an hour. Then, I suddenly heard my internal voice giving loud commands to my external and almost non-cooperative body.

hurry up

get in the shower

wait, we need coffee first!

hurry up

I dashed into the shower and started my morning routine through a foggy, semi-coherent state. One peek out the bedroom window to assess the weather and....

AAAGHGHHH!

Not only is there an inch of snow on the ground but it was still snowing! Oh, no! Doesn't the universe know that today is THE DAY. sheesh! Then my internal voice started spitting out sentence fragments with a frenzied rhythm.

hurry up

extra time for snow removal

today is THE DAY!

extra time to warm up the car

today is THE DAY!

where is our coffee??

hurry up

I gathered myself as best I could, donned my coat and with no more time to spare, I ventured outside.

Today is THE DAY!

I am "street-legal"...my official day to drive and meet with my neurologist who stylishly sports snakeskin boots and plays loud rock music in the operating room.

All systems checked and approved.

I am free to move about the earth in my Volvo.

...aaahhhh...

He Is

2009-03-12T09:10:00.001-04:00

Is it Just Me?

2009-03-11T08:18:00.004-04:00

Wait...it's an honest question and one that I posed to myself as I organized the contents of my dresser.

Is it just me or are my underwear too tight?

Before you think it's TMI and turn away, I promise not to divulge any personal, non-fit issues ok? But, here's my dilemma:

same brand + same size + same style = not the same fit!

I demand to know what is happening in the undergarment industry! Are there no quality control standards? I think the proof is in my drawers (so to speak).

If I were scientifically minded and wanted to pose a hypothesis I would probably frame the statement around a gender issue. The guys in my home (and when they were still at home) don't have this issue at all. They buy a 3-pack of the same brand, same style and voila! No complaints from them.

It must be a chick thing.

Anyway, I sorted through the drawer agonizing over the newly erected "to go" pile and now looking at the much smaller "keep" pile. I added up the approximate cost of the "to go" pile and wanted to scream! **aaggghhhh** (yelled really, really loud!)

What's a chick to do?

** sigh**

Sweet Savings

2009-03-09T09:21:00.003-04:00

The economy is hitting hard and most of us are tightening up the purse strings or briefcase strings or wallet strings or money jar lids or piggy bank slots. I'm still scouring around looking for ways to reduce expenses. So far, I've come up with a few things I vow to start doing and thought I would share them with you just in case you were interested. Are you reducing expenses, too? Please leave me at least one tip, or more if you have them, that you are currently employing to save money.

Cancelling satellite tv (as soon as The Biggest Loser season is over)
Making my own laundry detergent (as soon as I can drive and get to the store for ingredients)
Doing away with dryer sheets (replacing them with vinegar rinse in the wash)
Not getting professional manicures and pedicures (in progress)
Will start cooking more at home (in progress)
Switched from body wash to bar soap (in progress)
Experimenting with store brand products (in progress)

Ok, what about you? ;)

My Friend

2009-03-07T06:00:00.009-05:00

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Wow..I am practically falling all over myself with excitement because I won an award over at The One-Minute Writer blog. It's a great site that I love and please take a second, or a minute, to go check it out. It is exactly what the name implies; there is a writing prompt for the day and a timer for 60 seconds. It's fun, creative and a blast to see what I can come up with and then also see what others contribute to the prompt.

The prompt yesterday was "Reflect on how your life has changed since March 5, 2004" and my entry (remember, I only had one minute) was this:

Hurricane Katrina slammed into the gulf coast of Mississippi in August, 2005. The storm wreaked havoc, chaos and loss for many people but for me it brought a mom and her two kids into my home and into my heart. The family stayed with me for about six months before returning home to Mississippi.

The hurricane: awful beyond words.

The friendship: God-given.

Coincidentally, I had intended on writing about my friend, Angi, today anyway so I think it's great to add the award about her on top of a tribute to her.

This chick from the hurricane, now my best friend, just came into town for a few days to help me while I recover from back surgery. So I thought I would make some "What I love about her is..." statements so that maybe you'll get to know her and realize how special she is too!

What I love about Angi is ...

how she loves God with all of her heart.
her ability to throw down a fantastic meal!
the way she sings a song to someone to make them feel better.
her innate ability to appreciate and affirm others.
how you can see her tonsils when she throws her head back laughing!
how readily she offers love and support to her friends.
that she's crafty and scrapbook'y and really good at it!
when we Skype, words are barely needed because of the funny faces she makes!

So, Angi ... here's to you, my friend!

Compassion

2009-03-06T09:30:00.003-05:00

I made my way into the kitchen this morning to enjoy a hot cup of coffee and a breakfast cookie and crashed into truth. Truth that so many people are hungry right now and struggling to meet such a basic biological need for survival.

And, then I began to pray.

I prayed for the two children that my husband and I sponsor through Compassion: Cheik lives in Burkina Faso where the life expectancy of a male is 50.5 and Alfred lives in Uganda where 85% of the population lives below $1 a day.

I prayed for you.

I prayed that you have an abundance of food and gladly give to others who need it.

I prayed for our country.

I prayed that our government would begin to build infrastructure that help the hungry and needy yet prevent exploitation of programs.

And then I prayed for me.

I prayed that I would be sensitive to the needs of others and use my resources for their good.

03.11.09

Global Food Crisis Day

Will you join me and do something about it, please?

The Mystery

2009-03-05T09:58:00.006-05:00

The mystery shifts within me

emotions pour out like rain

The kind of rain that stops and starts

hinging normalcy with pain

The wonder of melted feelings

as they burst together in song

A torrent of what is and what was

as my heart begins to long

In search of authenticity

despite the desire to hide

A future I see ahead of me

Allowing my heart to decide

Snow Day

2009-03-02T11:18:00.005-05:00

I'm thankful today that I can gaze out the window and take in the beauty of the landscape around me now dressed in white. Big flakes fell throughout the night and accumulated to almost 11". Schools, businesses and everyone in between has declared today a Snow Day. ;)

Creative Block

2009-02-27T10:18:00.004-05:00

I am experiencing, and trying to escape from, what is commonly known as "writer's block". I have many topics and creative thoughts rolling around cerebrally but when I go to lay my fingertips on the backlighted keyboard...I have nothing!

I'll start to write a piece and then halfway through the process realize that it would offend someone and immediately delete it. It is frustrating to sit before my computer screen and just be. I want to write. I want to express. **ugh**

There must be a really, really good story coming as it must be brewing somewhere in my being. So, I guess it's a game of wait and see until the story is ready to be birthed.

Until then, I'll stay here looking at the screen who's looking back at me.

At The Library

2009-02-26T10:59:00.001-05:00

She put the book back on the dust-lined shelf and, as she sat down at the table, inhaled the musty but familiar smell of the old library. She had been coming here since she was a small child and this building had watched her grow in so many ways: picture books, tween paperbacks, teen romance, and adult non-fiction.

She quickly typed the title of the book now shelved and added the author and the ISBN to the spreadsheet on her computer labeled, "To Read Next".

With only a few more minutes before the library closed, she knew she needed to put her things away and check out the stack of books perched on the table beside her.

It was hard for her to leave that night, just like every evening she had spent in the library before this. But, she knew she had to go so she gathered her belongings and made her way to the check-out desk.

She handed the librarian the stack of books she wanted to check-out and passed her a handwritten note.

The note read, "Thank you for working here. I love coming here and, without your efforts, I don't think the library would be the same. I am deaf and cannot hear the conversations and expressed emotions around me. But, in the world of books, I can! I love it when I can "hear" communication in the text. Thank you for making that possible for me."

...and the librarian, with tears welled up in her eyes, reached over the counter and touched the girl's arm and said, "Thank you", hoping that the girl could read lips.

The girl looked into the well-worn eyes of the librarian and nodded her head up and down in agreement.

The girl saw and felt emotion. Maybe she didn't need to "hear" communication after all.

When Miracles Happen

2009-02-23T10:08:00.005-05:00

I wiggled and pushed and "ouched" my way up as he strategically placed a multitude of pillows around me so that I could sit upright in bed semi-comfortably. He opened the shutters on our bedroom windows allowing the warm sun rays of light to enter the space and dance around the room before me.

Then, he moved effortlessly towards my favorite candle, the one that makes its home on the dresser across the room from my bed, and lit the wick poking out of the glass-encased, white wax. Almost immediately, I began to enjoy the light tinges of lavender that spiked the air as it mixed with the undertones of clary sage and together they beckoned me into taking deep, relaxing breaths.

With natural light brightening the room and spa scents floating in the air, he turned around and, with my Mac in hand, asked with a huge grin on his face, "Are you ready for this now?"

Oh, my goodness, was I ever! "Yes!", I almost shouted at him.

He brought the breakfast tray over, gently rested my computer on it and with his charming way said, "Take it easy. Don't go overboard."

"Ok", I said, scurrying to open my precious silver laptop and enter the world of my cyber fun!

So, here I am ... a miracle, really!

Four days post the most intense and invasive surgery to date, having had 8 previous back surgeries, and I am awake and alert and doing well.

A miracle, really! ;)

You are the God who performs miracles;

you display your power among the peoples.

Psalm 77:14

Join me, please, in thanking God for this miracle!

On Hold

2009-02-18T23:49:00.004-05:00

I was going to be on top of things....really!

I knew I wasn't going to be able to offer new blog posts over the next few weeks so I had plans to write several posts, in advance, and then schedule them for later viewing. I had these grandiose plans of walking with you through my past of who I was before multiple back surgeries and who I am now in the midst of them and because of them. But, I've completely ran out of time and am really disappointed that I have nothing to post for a while. (Now, imagine me saying that with a scowling frown, furrowed eyebrows and a hands-on-hips stance aimed right at you!)

So, as I begin to prepare for the beginning of hibernation and life-on-hold, I grab the gold-streaked mug blazoned with "San Francisco" sitting beside me, steeping with red lavender tea, and wonder if you'll be here when I get back.

I'll see you soon and c u smyle! ;)

Oh My Gosh!

2009-02-18T08:37:00.004-05:00

It's a morning of being surrounded and immersed in piles of paper: monthly bills, taxes and t0-d0-lists.

I raise my eyes from the computer and begin to stretch my arms forward, releasing the mounting tension that's building in my shoulders from the arduous administrative tasks at hand and ....

Oh, My Gosh!

It's snowing. ;)

Not the stay-on-the-ground snow or the make-it-hard-to-drive snow but the much more welcomed fat-drops-of-white-falling-from-the-sky kind of snow that melts upon contact with the earth.

Ahhhh....the morning at my desk just got a whole lot better.

Thoughtful Tuesday

2009-02-17T06:00:00.001-05:00

Your dream is no higher, nor more out of reach, than the vehicle you choose to use to get there.

- Denise Johnson ;)

Dear Mr. President

2009-02-16T16:42:00.002-05:00

Dear Mr. President,

Congratulations on your recent career advancement and I wish you the best in your new role. I am praying for you that you will have the stamina, integrity and creativity to move our country towards economic stability and, dare I say, world peace.

I have just a few concerns as you enter into heated budget discussions regarding stimulus package offers:

My friends are being laid off in droves from big name companies that employ most of the city's population like Circuit City, Qmonda, Land America, Wachovia Securities and Philip-Morris. It seems like our city is imploding with lay-offs. We are scared.

My friend, who doesn't work outside the home, is scared. Her husband just got laid off with a minimal severance package and limited healthcare and they have a severely low-functioning, handicapped child. She is scared.

My friend has closed her upscale day spa despite years of successful entrepreneurism due to lack of income as she watched the luxury industry slow down to a near halt. She is in the process of losing her home and is a single mom with a teenage daughter. She is scared.

My friend, in her 3rd round of chemo on her second round of fighting cancer, works for the state and needs her job and desperately needs the healthcare provided to her. She is scared.

My family is living on separate coasts so that my husband can be gainfully employed. We are scared.

Please, Mr. President, be careful with your choices because there is a lot at stake. Now is not the time to be prideful and self-serving. I plead with you to look across our nation and ask God, who is the giver of all wisdom, for direction and purpose.

We need you to act, Mr. President. Please.

Sincerely,

Me: patriotic, optimistic, disabled veteran, your cheerleader.

Diary of a Young Woman

2009-02-13T08:09:00.003-05:00

In my effort to paint, clean, organize, and discard things to get the house ready to go on the market in support of our Coastal Craziness, I found some true keepers! I thought you may want to join me as I walk down memory lane a bit through diaries, annuals and mementos of my younger self.

The earliest record of my thoughts began in 1978 when I was a cute 12 year old making many entries throughout writing in colored pens and fat cursive letters. (For the sake of others and not to embarrass them, all names are being replaced with "boy" or "girl".)

The first entry began...

January 1, 1978

Dear Diary,

A boy did ask me. He asked me Fri. Dec. 16, 1977. Ya know, I think I'm in love with him but I am going to talk to Mom about it. Tonight everyone said I could do the robot better than girl and girl got mad.

Dee

I giggled when I read it and even typing it out now puts a smile on my face. I still remember boy and the intensity of the crush I had on him.

It's interesting to pull some things out of the diary entry that reveal who I was then and how that compares with who I am now:

I love details: why else would I feel compelled to record the date of when boy asked me
I love easily: as we will see throughout my diary! lol
I'm a talker: I reason things out with others who are important in my life and who I feel will give me sound reasoning. (thanks, Momma!)
I dance: the Robot was the craze then and has come and gone but I still love to throw on some happy music and groove to the beat!
I'm competitive: I love to be better, best, and bestest as shown even at a young age of 12. yikes!
I liked my nickname: The only ones who still call me Dee now are my family and friends I had from this time. At some point in middle school or early high school I took a stance of independence and threw the nickname away and insisted on being called by my full first name.

... I wonder if my relationship with boy lasted and if my friendship with girl survived the Robot? ;)

Top 11

2009-02-12T08:21:00.008-05:00

Copernicus

Even though a Sussex Spaniel won Best in Show at the Westminster Dog Show, the Miniature Schnauzer made a nice showing. And, considering the AKC's most registered dog breeds list just posted, I thought I would let you know that the Miniature Schnauzer remains in the Top 11...in the 11th spot. To celebrate the breed and brag on my boys, here's a few pictures for the day. ;)

Newton

Copernicus

Newton

Tired

2009-02-08T09:04:00.005-05:00

One teenager. (driving, working, social Theatre Dude)

Two puppies. (full of energy, needing lots of Mommy time and training)

One house. (cleaning, painting, arranging and soon to be on the market)

One hubby. (3 hours worth of time zone and 3,000 miles away)

One me. (tired)

Stoplight

2009-02-05T22:36:00.003-05:00

I tried my hand, well...my keyboard actually, at crafting a little fiction over at Pictures, Poetry & Prose. The writing prompt was "Waiting at a stoplight..."

Enjoy!

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Kara sat in her car while she waited for the traffic light to turn green despite the steady blaze of red that seemed to taunt her into more waiting.

"It's my turn", she said out loud. Even though no one else was listening.

Disgruntled at the long wait and determined to get on with her commute, Kara began to tap her fingers on the steering wheel.

"It's my turn", she said out loud. Even though no one else was listening.

Her heart began to pound harder and harder as her irritation bloomed into full blown anger. She couldn't fathom a reasonable explanation as to why the light was taking so long to turn green.

"It's my turn", she yelled out loud and pounded her balled up fists on the steering wheel. Even though no one else was listening.

A car pulled up on her left side and Kara turned to look. As she did, her eyes caught a glimpse of a young girl who was firmly buckled up in her car seat in the rear of the car. The little girl began to entice Kara with a game of peek-a-boo.

Kara's heart immediately melted. Of course she wanted to play with this sweet little girl who was all smiles. The mom in the front seat of the car smiled and waved and nodded in approval of the game.

The tiny little girl dipped and tried to hide behind her hands with the grandest peek-a-boo gestures.

"It's my turn", Kara said out loud. Even though the little girl couldn't hear her. And, reciprocated with a big smile and wide eyes that gave way to an even more animated peek-a-boo.

....and then, the light turned green.

Sad that the game ended so soon, Kara waved goodbye to the little girl as both cars began to accelerate.

She patted her belly, now protruding with 7 months worth of new baby, as she grinned and said, "It's my turn! It's my turn to be a mommy soon".

Freckles

2009-02-04T07:10:00.005-05:00

I used to despise them; my freckles, that is. They were the source of much angst in my middle school years as my peers found them to be funny and a source of pokes and jokes at my expense. As I looked in the mirror at my own reflection then, I saw the little sun-kissed spots that danced across my cheeks and determined them to be my arch nemesis. I secretly ached and longed for a spot free, peaches & cream kind of facial landscape.

Then, as I emerged into my teenage years, I became friends with my face. I no longer saw my freckles as detestable but I think I grew to ignore them. I chose heavy makeup and concealer to daily deny that there was anything but a smooth, non-spotted face.

My 20's and early 30's were filled with family business and I gave way to being at peace with my freckles. I had accepted the fact that they were here to stay. They loved living on me and so I decided to embrace them. I chose to like my freckles.

Easing out of my 30's and into my 40's I suddenly became more aware of my skin and its quirkiness. I looked around and concluded that women with freckles look younger than women without them. I fell in love with my freckles!

My recent trip to the dermatologist gave me an even better boost as she exclaimed, "Your skin looks fantastic for your age!" And then she began to talk about changing my skin care system and move towards using preventative aging products.

Ha! And she said my skin looked good. Hmmmph!

Ok, to make a long story short, I walked out of her office with a bag full of goodies all designed to plump up my skin and prevent it from sagging and to brighten my skin tone.

Brighten = no more freckles. (One of the products will fade my freckles a bit.)

I'm sad. I mean, I've finally come to enjoy and revel in my freckles and now I paid for, and will use, a product that will lessen their intensity and beauty.

Isn't that just like life, though? You come to a place of choice, acceptance & appreciation for something and then BAM! ... it changes.

Life. What a change! ;)

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And, in the midst of my day, I received a Lovely Blog award. Laura Jayne was so lovely to send me this kind gift.

I visit a lot of blogs and have chosen a few that I think are lovely and are deserving of the award as well. Be lovely, would you, and check out these lovely sights? ;)

Aimee is a lovely, funny and gifted writer at New to Farm Life.

Angi is a lovely friend and blogger extraordinaire at Choice Central.

A new, I don't know her name but she's writes lovely and has a Miniature Schnauzer at Minnesota Transplant's Blog.

Lovely, aren't they?

What Would You Do?

2009-02-03T10:59:00.003-05:00

I looked at the clock and hesitated. It was very close to the time that Theatre Dude was supposed to come home from school and I wanted to see him and hear how his day went. However, I really needed to take Copernicus for a walk because he's been stir-crazy without his brother around. Newton has been out of commission for a few days, sadly, but recovering nicely from his recent neutering. {{poor puppy}}

I texted Theatre Dude and told him I was headed out for a walk and would see him when I got back home. He quickly let me know not to walk near the field in our subdivision because there was going to be a fight but that I didn't know the two boys involved. He warned me, "Stay away from there, Momma. I don't want you getting hurt."

After a few more exchanges, I grabbed the leash and fastened it onto a more than ready Miniature Schnauzer. I totally forgot about the conversation with Theatre Dude, was immersed in music blaring from my iPod and noticed there were a lot of cars and teenagers up ahead at the open field.

Oh my goodness!! I forgot about the fight!!

I kept walking because there was nothing else I could do. I saw one boy had a football in his hand as he was crossing the street and thought to myself, "Oh, they're just playing football. No biggie."

There were about 25 kids standing around. And then it started.

Two boys.

Fists flying.

Punching.

Kicking.

One boy.

On top of the other.

Punching.

Harder.

One boy.

On the bottom.

Wiggled out from underneath.

Sprouted to his feet.

And punched.

I wanted to run to the field. I wanted to scream. I wanted to do something. But, I was paralyzed for a second. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I quickly grabbed my cell phone and dialed 911. A woman started to walk towards me from the intersecting street ahead and asked, "Are you calling the police?"

I nodded. I was already giving information to the 911 dispatcher.

I watched the onlookers who cheered and laughed and captured the fight on video cameras and cell phones.

Laughing. Most of them were laughing.

Then, just as quickly as it started it was over. All of the teenagers went scrambling to their cars. The two boys that had just been annihilating each other put their arms around each other and one boy patted his chest. It looked like they were saying, "Good fight".

I couldn't believe it even though I watched it.

Then, I saw her. She was getting into a car, video camera in hand, laughing and full of energy.

Her name slipped out of my mouth in that mother-tone. You know the tone, the one used specifically for serious business and oh-are-you-in-trouble face.

She looked up at me, blushed and said, "Um, gotta go".

She disappointed me. I didn't think she was capable of being where she was.

I felt nauseous the rest of my walk. Furious at the violence that our culture keeps brewing and touting as cool. Angry that I knew a few of those kids as well as their parents.

Ugh.

I called Theatre Dude and told him what happened. He said this is normal. He said this happens all the time. I told him I called the police. He didn't approve. He said I should have avoided the area like he asked me to.

But, I'm a grown-up, I pleaded. I couldn't just walk by and ignore what was happening.

Could you? What would you do?

Stupid Human Trick

2009-02-01T07:02:00.002-05:00

Having had the opportunity to be around a lot of middle-school and teenaged boys, I've been privileged to witness all sorts of Stupid Human Tricks. I'll spare you the graphics and just let you know that I didn't have one. Oh, I tried to twist my arm this way, make my stomach roller coaster sideways, bend my fingers to find a hidden joint beside the normal one, and well, you get the picture.

Sadly, I must admit to you, I've been rather jealous at their ability to have a body trick that makes them unique. I had nothing.

So, imagine my surprise when, at a mere 42 years old, I have found my own Stupid Human Trick!

I can yawn on command.

(Trick discovered while trying to get my ears to

pop after my last airline flight.)

And, while it may not be the best of the tricks around, I'm happy that I have one. Me...with a Stupid Human Trick. It's so cool. What's yours? ;)

Visit a Friend

2009-01-30T13:12:00.003-05:00

A true highlight of my day is when I have time to visit other blogs and enjoy the creativity of others. Tea Worthy, a favorite site of mine for awhile now, has outdone herself with a most excellent post.

Click here.

Now!

Chop. Chop.

Enjoy! ;)

2009-01-29T15:28:00.003-05:00

A friend sent me a link to a YouTube video and I hesitated, like I always do, about whether I should watch it or not. I usually don't have a lot of time for "forwards", chain mail and that kind of stuff; I have even gotten pretty adept at letting others know not to fill my inbox with it. (with a really sweet voice and a "would you mind not sending me....")

But, this friend that sent me the link, knows me well. She knows me so well that she knew I needed to see this video.

Will you please watch it? I think you may need to see it too.

I realized, once I wiped my tears and blew my nose a few times, that I am blessed with many great friends! And, we have been through much.... weathering our lives together hand-in-hand.

We've seen each other through much of what the video shares regarding life's hard blows. We have seen diagnosis' and chemo and surgeries and parents' passing away and husbands who have walked out. We've cried on shoulders through failed pregnancy attempts, our teenagers disappointments and our own feelings of parental inadequacy and failure.

We've experienced sheer joy when we've each discovered that we are not the only one on the planet who's found egg on our face after an embarrassing moment. There have been lots of times filled with laughter and love and faith sharing and meal providing.

There have been a lot of prayers said on each other's behalf.

My friends.... I love you so very much! Thank you for allowing me to journey through life with you. ;)

Love bears all things,

believes all things,

hopes all things,

endures all things.

1 Cor 13:7 ESV

Growing Up Fast

2009-01-28T07:09:00.005-05:00

** Babies Grow Up **

I realized just how fast babies become young men as I snapped a photo of Theatre Dude. He was watching a movie at our place with Chickie-Girl as they celebrated their "5-month anniversary".

** Puppies Grow Up **

I realized that puppies grow up, too. Copernicus, the best gift ever from my hubby, is now a few weeks shy of turning 1. And, then Newton, an unbelievable, over-the-top, hugely generous gift from my hubby, is now turning five months old.

Puppies and babies sure grow up fast!

That's really crazy cuz I don't feel like I'm growing up fast at all. ;)

Alive!

2009-01-26T08:33:00.002-05:00

I kicked my legs over the side of the bed and gently rolled myself upright. I stretched and yawned and rolled my shoulders a bit to get all of my body parts to realize the day had begun.

Wait!

What??

I didn't hear myself breathing. As in, I didn't hear the breath sounds that have been so loud in my head this week. Sounds as though I was in a self-enclosed, sound amplifying tunnel, kind-of you can't hear anything else but the roar of your own breath kind of sounds.

And then, I quickly discovered, albeit a few missed notes and a little rough on the pitch, that I had a voice!

A real voice.

Not a squawker. Not a squealer. Not a rasper.

But, my own real voice emerged almost as fragile as a newborn chick gently making it's way out of the egg shell.

Unable to contain my enthusiasm, I near-sprinted to the coffee pot for my initial jolt of life juice.

Ahhh....I'm feeling better! ;)

Me & More

2009-01-22T07:12:00.001-05:00

I love reading others answers to memes but rarely do I jump in and keep it going. However, I really liked the one I spotted on Laura Jane's blog so I decided I wanted to join in. It would be cool if you choose to copy the meme on your own blog and, if you do, please let me know in the comment section. I want to read about you, too! ;)

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I Am: moody... unfortunately. There are so many emotions in my heart and thoughts in my head at any given moment that when they collide, like they often do, it sparks a new mood. I find myself wanting to be "steady" but realize the roller coaster in me doesn't see "steady" as an option. lol

I Want: friends... the more the merrier!  I love interaction with others, and, well...I am a HIGH extrovert! ha I strive hard to be a good friend and hope that my legacy is that I have loved my friends well.

I Have: lots of thrift store clothes hanging in my closet amidst swanky department store purchases! ... an eclectic mix that reveals an inner desire to be thrifty and yet still enjoy nice things.

I Wish: others would embrace positive conflict resolution... I am drained easily when others in my life avoid hard conversations and the will to resolve conflict in relationships.

I Fear: letting others read my writing... Crazy...I know. Insecurity...I guess.

I Hear: myself breathe... this is abnormal! lol I just have a bit of a cold and everything is amplified in my head right now! ;)

I Search: for authenticity in others... I try hard to "be real" and find it cool to see others be vulnerable and be who they really are.

I Wonder: ... who I'll be in ten years.  Will I be wiser? More loving? More active towards lessening the great needs of others in our world? Or, will I just be who I am now with a few more wrinkles?

I Regret: not being able to have more children... it would have been fun to have had a really large family. (all boys, of course! lol)

I Love: hearing, "Hey, Mom, listen to this one that I just wrote" as Theatre Dude grabs the acoustic guitar and starts to sing his latest creation. Which, by the way, is usually really good!

I Dance: whenever I hear a groovy beat... even in the grocery store aisle! ha

I Sing: really good in the car... when I'm alone and can really belt out the tunes at the top of my lungs...and no one else is listening. ;)

I Never: have forgotten... how lucky I am to have been born into the privileges of an American lifestyle.

I Rarely: go to the zoo ... even though I love animals and love the zoo.

I Cry: when I'm not included... If I feel rejected by a person or a group I'll usually cry a lot. ;(

I Am Not Always: right... even though I think I am most of the time. lol

I’m Confused: when Mr. Smart Guy starts talking algorithms... cuz then I'm a goner!

I Need: a to-do list... I'm lost without one! I need to strategize, list out action items, prioritize them by need and available resources. Organization.....organization....organization! lol

I Should: have a great day... it's off to a really nice start! ;)

Silence

2009-01-21T11:30:00.003-05:00

As I try to recover from a nasty cold that is insisting it needs to take up residence within me, I have lost my voice. Or, what used to be known as my voice. What now emanates from my vocal cords is something more like an adolescent teens squeak and honk all at the same time...no matter the sound I'm actually trying to verbalize.

You know that I am a high extrovert and talker extraordinaire and, with that in mind, can you imagine the challenge of trying to keep quiet?!

So, in my silence (or sporadic squawking), I am trying to grow a little from this experience. I find myself ready to evaluate my thoughts before they leave my mouth and ask...

Do I really need to expend the amount of energy it will take to say this sentence because the thought is that profound?

Can I be creative without speaking and yet accomplish my communication goals? (um, and no, I'm not talking about using any fancy, vulgar, middle-finger waves or balled-up fists flying through the air kind of language either!)

Will the world crash on its axis if I don't say what I'm thinking ALL of the time? Ahh...now there's a thought to ponder. ;)

And, since I am thrust into listening and processing information without vocalizing an opinion, I think it might be the best time to watch Fox news. lol ;)

The Trek Favorite

2009-01-19T08:11:00.004-05:00

One of the benefits of my recent cross-country trek was the ability to submerse myself into a whole bag, teemed full of books from the library. As I brought out my belongings to the car for our initial loading, Mr. Smart Guy eyed my prized library bag and said, "Are you sure your going to read all those?" Of which I quickly answered, "uh-huh" and nodded my head up and down with full confidence. He chuckled a little and went about loading the car.

Then, usually every few 800 or 900 hundred miles, I would need to get to the bag so that I could exchange the book I had just finished with a new one from the goodie bag. What a glorious time of uninterrupted indulgence: mostly biographies, a little non-fiction in between and topped off with a smattering of a few fiction pieces.

But, there was one book that has stood out above the rest:

Grub

by Elise Blackwell.

It is a contemporary retelling of New Grub Street (George Gissing's classic satire of the literary marketplace written in the late 19th century). The story followed four main characters who were aspiring writers and revealed the delicate balance between artistic creativity and the criteria mandated for commercial sales.

One of the things I enjoyed most about her writing is the depth of emotion and Blackwell's ability to bring you into the writers' environment as though you were in each discussion, vision casting and career conflict with every character. I loved it!

It was low on page-filling dialogue, high on the ins and outs of writing and publishing and an easy read on the heart. I appreciated the lack of crass language and imagery.

Rating: 9 out of 10!

The Trek: Day 12 & 13

2009-01-16T08:21:00.005-05:00

Drive, drive, drive.

Stay the night in Bakersfield, CA.

Drive, drive, drive.

Arriving in Northern California.

Drive, drive, drive.

We're here!

The landscape is much more beautiful here than I was prepared for. The mountains loom on three sides of our new place and the San Francisco Bay beckons us to play in the city not too far away. The traffic lights are long here, there's almost 1 million people just in San Jose alone but we find ourselves enjoying stimulating, intellectual interaction with other Silicon Valley inhabitants.

It's not "home" yet. But...just wanted to welcome you here all the same. ;)

The Trek: Day 9, 10 & 11

2009-01-15T08:55:00.006-05:00

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As we left Arizona and began to make our way into Nevada, we discovered major congestion at the Hoover Dam. Those who were ahead of us were slowing down, or rather stopping, to get a good look at the dam and take pictures. We were really bummed that it was dark by the time we got to the dam itself and over to the Nevada side.

However, once on the other side, we headed for a 3 night rest in Las Vegas, NV. Crazy place to rest, don't you think? We stayed at the gorgeous Venetian Hotel which has replicated the Grand Canal in Venice, Italy and, having been to both, I was impressed with the architectural likeness. The creators of the hotel left no detail out and completed the setting with gondolas guided by operatic singers.

Then, the true reason we chose Las Vegas...a night to take in the Blue Man Group which "is best known for their wildly popular theatrical shows and concerts which combine music, comedy and multimedia theatrics to produce a totally unique form of entertainment".

We soaked it up and took in every hard rock beat of the performance. If you like rock with a lot of percussion, then the Blue Man Group is a must-see! Look at me in the picture...I even look wild-eyed and frenzied after the show! ;0

And, then came New Year's Eve! We intended to take in all of the activities that the city had to offer that night. We were ready to brave the crowds and noise and be a part of the whole scene! Sadly and unexpectedly, we fell asleep at 10:30pm.

There was so much to do and see at our hotel that we never left the building to go outside. The restaurants were fabulous, the room was exquisite and our bodies got the rest we needed. Leaving Las Vegas was sad but we found ourselves getting back into the car singing the old classic by Willie Nelson, "On the Road Again"!

The Trek: Day Eight in Flagstaff, AZ

2009-01-14T00:06:00.006-05:00

Once we left Albuquerque, NM, we knew we needed to make a semi-detour. We were so close to somewhere we've always wanted to go...the Very Large Array.

It's the National Radio Astronomy Observatory where the movie "Contact" (with Jodie Foster) was filmed.

Impressive! Enormous! So geeky-cool!

The Trek: Day Seven in Albuquerque NM

2009-01-11T22:39:00.004-05:00

A day of driving

from here to there

An endless sight

with nothing to share

A photo, perhaps

to say we stayed

But that's really all of

the impression made.

The Trek: Day Six in Wichita Falls, TX

2009-01-08T16:37:00.004-05:00

The beauty of Texas and the variety of sights made driving across the massive state very enjoyable and quite entertaining. Some sights were expected: small working oil wells scattered across acres of flat and dry land, bulls with strong horns that curled upward from their faces as they grazed on sparse vegetation and the many roads that seemed to have no destination at all but collided with the horizon at some unknown point as they disappeared.

Other sights, however, were totally unexpected and took me by surprise: cotton fields blanketed in white waiting to be harvested and other fields that were just harvested with bales upon bales of bundled up white towers scattered the area, wind turbines that spun rapidly in a juxtaposed position of eco-friendliness against the more well-known oil rigs and the most beautiful wide open sky that seemed to span forever as it danced with different colors and shapes.

Tumbleweeds proved to be vicious as they made their way across the highway with veritable force from the non-stop wind. And, then....

In the end, Mr. Smart Guy had one of the thorns plucked out and we journeyed down the road without further incident. ;)

The Trek: Day Five (Christmas Day)

2009-01-05T16:37:00.003-05:00

It was so much more than anticipated.

extravagant. restful. celebratory. pampering.

We stayed at the Houstonian. We even spotted the Mayor there! ;)

The Trek: Day Four (Christmas Eve)

2009-01-01T09:23:00.007-05:00

Just wanted to let you know that I am not posting our trek in real time and am lagging a few days behind our actual events. But, today, I wanted to wish you Happy New Year! I hope that 2009 is a year filled with hope, possibility and joy for you.

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Awakened in Gulfport, MS with jolts of excitement about the day's events, I bounded downstairs to meet my friend in the lobby. Starbucks in hand, we headed out to her salon for an impromptu quick trim on the new hairstyle. A snip here, a swoosh there....a nice little pick-me-up on the locks to get me through the trek and back home.

We grabbed some lunch together and giggled, laughed and unleashed lots of bottled up friendship fun and antics! ;) We headed back to her place to visit with the kids and the one and only Dell.

After a few moments of schnauzer-love with me, Dell decided that Mr. Smart Guy's lap was where he really wanted to be.

And then, sadly, it was time. Time to say goodbye once more. Time to get on the road and make the longer than anticipated drive to Houston, TX.

The Trek: Day Three in Gulfport, MS

2008-12-30T10:50:00.006-05:00

The chilly morning greeted us with frost as we ventured outside to load our luggage back into the car. It was so cold that the family dog Sara, curled up and nestled into a pile of leaves, chose to stay put rather than brave the air to get up and bid us farewell. Hugs, love expressed and coffee cups in hand, we had to say goodbye. We meandered slowly down the dirt road away from the house waving goodbye to Meme and Papa as they stood pressed against the storm door waving back at us.

A long day in the car toured us through Atlanta, GA which was chaotic at best and insane at worst. The multitude of red strings representing major highways jumbled across the gps screen as we tried to navigate our way through the intertwined superstructures without incident.

We made our way out of the city intact, headed west and caught the cheapest gas sign we've seen so far. The gas station, while not confirmed, was most probably photographed in some city, Alabama.

Eventually, and I do mean eventually, we arrived in Gulport, MS! We unpacked quickly and met up with our dinner guests in the hotel lobby and sped off to dinner with them. I was so delighted to see my friends, so caught up in the joy of the evening, that I actually forgot to take a photo of us together. (Crazy, I know! Unlike me...totally!)

Ahh...but we're here for the night.

The Trek: Day Two

2008-12-26T08:40:00.003-05:00

Being around Mr. Smart Guy's family lets me take a sneak peek into the past and hear great tales of his childhood ways and dreams. It's a treat for me to sleep in his old bedroom, now turned guest room, and hear him recount the many nights he spent as a young boy staring at the ceiling pondering his future, considering the next days fun or just plain staring into the darkness of the night.

A young boy then, a man now, who resembles his father in so many ways: humor, gentleness, a strong work ethic, kindness and a guiding desire to do the right thing.

But, the highlight of the visit proved to be audio cassettes that were recorded in 1974 and unearthed for our listening pleasure. Mr. Smart Guy's mom had recorded family activities and then sent them to his dad who was away on duty in the United States Navy. Parents, siblings, nieces and nephews gathered around the cassette player and chuckled at the crazy antics, the chaos of dinner conversations and the funny banter as the four kids were getting ready for school. I hear the voice of my husband at age 11 and can hear the man he was becoming. What a sweet gift that we hope to digitize and pass on to our boys some day.

Our visit sped by much too fast with lots of hugs, coffee and conversations around the kitchen table. The packed bags are waiting by the doorway. The next stop on our trek...the gulf coast of Mississippi.

The Trek: Day One

2008-12-23T06:38:00.002-05:00

Day One began in our driveway with both of us near exhaustion. The past few weeks have really taken a toll on us physically and emotionally. Lots of packing, shifting, moving, hugging and goodbye'ing. (I know, go with it...it's my own word! lol)

We loaded our destination into the gps and climbed into the Prius and began the first leg of our journey cross-country. We laughed at how loaded our car was, how tired we were and how the coastal craziness is giving us such a burst of excitement.

Rock Hill, SC....here we come!

An Award!!

2008-12-18T10:38:00.004-05:00

If we get honest with ourselves for a moment, we find that we all desire some small portion of recognition or affirmation in our day. I'm not talking about winning the Nobel Peace Prize or something of that grandeur. I'm talking about that compliment that comes out of nowhere from your teenager who says, "Wow, Mom, you look cool today." It's the kind of recognition from your boss who says, "I see how hard you've been working on this project and I really appreciate your efforts." Or, the warm touch of a friend in crisis who lays her hand on yours as she says, "Thank you so much for being here when I needed you."

It's the positive feedback we get from living life at our full potential and the result of reaching others with who God made us to be.

So, imagine my delight when I realized I won an award! Someone thought enough of my writing not only to read my stuff but to publicly acknowledge my writing! And, it's not just any old award but an award from Pictures, Poetry & Prose. It's a blog I visit often to contribute thoughts and love the creativity push that Laura Jane's site gives me. Please go check it out....it's really cool. The actual award is on the right hand side of my blog. :)

Before your day runs out, purpose yourself to acknowledge someone around you. See them, compliment them and most of all, let them know your life is being touched by them. You see, it really does matter that we "do" life together and part of that journey is to encourage each other.

Here's the actual piece that won the award...

Photo by S. Kay Murphy

Kay's Pen

The writing prompt: Cross the bridge. What is on the other side?

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Dense fog had made the journey quite tough. She saw the outline of the bridge from a distance but couldn't make out its detail.

With each step she took, another detail filled in.

With each step she took, she was closer to her past being past.

With each step she took, she was closer to her future being now.

And, the bridge was change.

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That Man

2008-12-17T08:43:00.000-05:00

I couldn’t help but let my eyes gaze upon him every few seconds as I stood in line to order my coffee. I wanted to look at him. I didn’t want to turn away from him like others were doing. I wanted to have conversation with him. He was mesmerizing to me and his presence stirred something deep down in my soul with every move he made. I wanted to drink in every detail of him with my eyes even though I was well aware that my stare might be interpreted as impolite. I wanted to reach for my camera and snap a quick photograph or two, however, I couldn’t bring myself to invade his privacy like that.

He deserved respect; he didn’t deserve exploitation. So, my hand never made into the pocket of my bag where my camera rested.

His hair, blonde and wispy, was strewn atop his head revealing vast amounts of grime he’d surely picked up from street sleeping. Even in its unkempt, unwashed state with large matted sections, I could tell that he had been handsome and stylish some years ago.

His hands were weathered and showed signs of both aging and harsh outdoor living conditions. The nail beds were encased with dirt and the skin was cracked in several places along his fingers. He had strong looking hands that I could tell had been purposeful some years ago.

He rested seemingly comfortable and upright in his wheel chair while he watched the hustle and bustle of others within the coffee shop. His eyes were bright and alert and he seemed ready for conversation, ready to be acknowledged in any way. He rolled up to the counter and engaged the barista with a wide, infectious smile as he asked for his “regular”. She knew him and greeted him warmly by name. Even though I couldn’t hear him speak to her, I heard her say, “Way to go!” back to him as she handed him a cup of hot, steaming tea.

I smiled to myself at the thought of him having friends. People who would not just acknowledge him but dare to invest in him. Friends who cared for him now just like friends who cared for him from some years ago.

Then, he wheeled himself towards the door that led outside and I noticed the duffel bag positioned at the rear of his wheelchair. His belongings fit into one small duffel bag. I could tell that his bag had been one of many bags he had some years ago.

I wondered what was in his bag. I pondered the contents for a long time after he left the coffee shop. What was in his bag? Did he have one tattered, worn photograph in there that he gingerly took out each night to reminisce by? Or was there some other memento in the bag that represented his life from some years ago.

Who was this man some years ago before circumstances led him to live such a wandering and harsh nomadic life? And, why… am I so moved to want to follow him?

Thoughtful Tuesday

2008-12-16T13:30:00.003-05:00

"Life is either a daring adventure, or nothing."

- Helen Keller

A Greener Morning

2008-12-13T12:20:00.003-05:00

Always on the lookout for those things that will help me live more green conscious, I came across a website I immediately fell in love with and just have to share with you.

Catalog Choice is a one-stop clicking space that allows you to reduce the sheer volume of merchandising catalogs that come into your home. The only bummer about it is you'll need the name of the catalog. That sounds simple, however, as I sit in a hotel room 3,000 miles away from home and the place where the catalogs are... it's difficult to remember all of them by name.

Anyways, friends, happy paper reduction and tree saving!

Time Zoned

2008-12-11T11:49:00.002-05:00

Time zone changes have always been a challenge for me to physically adapt to. Even when I travelled quite a bit on business, I would admire my peers who took the time difference in stride and stepped right into a new zone groove without much effort. I just couldn't do it. Not then and certainly not now. My body seems to adjust with excruciatingly slow increments to the new zone.

So, here I am, on East Coast time living in a West Coast morning. Can someone get up and have breakfast with me? Cuz it's really lunch according to the time zone in my body. :) lol

The Distraction

2008-12-08T21:43:00.003-05:00

I needed to do a thousand things and be in at least two other places...but, I chose a distraction instead. I dashed into a fave shopping spot and found just the right accessory to perk up even the lowest of days. Don't you think so?

Panicked!

2008-12-05T08:38:00.002-05:00

After going to bed extremely late last night and waking up super early this morning, I have come to a sudden realization.

I am panicked!

This week we've accomplished

packing Mr. Smart Guy's office belongings
packing household goods for our soon to be "love nest" (ha!)
meeting with the realtor to sell our home here
drafting a list of apartments that we want to look at there

In the last three days of having Mr. Smart Guy with me in Virginia...we still need to

pack his closet (and, oh my goodness he has way more clothes than I do!)
clean the house and buy refreshments for his Bon Voyage party
ready the house (and ourselves) and make a meal to meet and host Theatre Dude's girlfriend's parents
put Mr. Smart Guy on the plane

Well, I thought writing things down would help squelch the tidal wave of fear and anxiety that seems to be growing in the pit of my stomach.

I think it created an opposite affect. Would anyone mind if I just crawled under the covers for a bit longer?

*sigh*

oh, wait...where's the puppy?

Coastal Craziness - The Beginning

2008-12-03T10:34:00.002-05:00

In the beginning...

Mr. Smart Guy and Ms. c u smyle met and fell in love in Seattle, WA. Both of them claimed the Pacific Northwest as "home" and were happy in that part of the world. They went about life amidst the misty rainfall and majestic mountains. They were a West Coast couple.

However, career opportunities came quickly for the newly engaged couple and Richmond, VA became the new home. A spot on the map that they have called "home" for a very long time. Married, kids, jobs, homes...and community. They went about life amidst the light seasonal changes and nestled themselves two hours away from the mountains, the nation's capital and the scent of the ocean breeze. A perfect location. They were an East Coast couple.

But, career opportunities came knocking once more. The couple received news that the layoff would take place in January '09, they had gotten a phone call that beckoned Mr. Smart Guy to join the ranks of technology creators in Silicon Valley, went about the decision making process, worked together to identify all aspects of the choice, adopted a healthy mantra for the upcoming change and readied themselves to announce the decision.

They are going to California....

(insert screeching halt sound now)

well...sort of.

Theatre Dude is a junior in high school and Mr. and Mrs. Smart Guy have chosen not to yank him out of school at such a critical time. He just started the process of college interviews and applications and has community in Virginia. His eyes have been set on Broadway for a very long time. He is an East Coast guy.

So, the family got a little creative and moved outside the traditional description of home. Mr. Smart Guy will live in California, Theatre Dude will live in Virginia (with very close grown up supervision) and Mrs. c u smyle will navigate life between them. She has agreed to a vagabond lifestyle. A few weeks here, a few weeks there.

~ a vagabond with lots of frequent flyer miles ~

Melancholy

2008-11-30T15:39:00.010-05:00

My family and I arrived home from our annual pilgrimage to Wintergreen Resort for the Thanksgiving holiday just a bit melancholy. This trip was so much more restful and reflective than our previous jaunts have been. Maybe because we knew this may be our last journey up the mountain. Life has been changing so quickly for us that we've begun to hold onto small moments like these to savor and enjoy before they evaporate and disappear.

Maybe I'm a touch melancholy today.

A little sad that our mountain trip came to a close.

So, I thought I'd share some of the intricacies that made this trip so sweet.

Enjoy!

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Sleeping boys.

Non-electronic family competition that produced lots of laughter and fun.

Reminders so I will not lean on my own understanding but acknowledge God in all my ways so that he will direct my path.

A craft that I could participate in that didn't require a glue gun.

A fabulous read about 13 women in their 50's who were looking for something more in their life and found it by establishing community with each other via a diamond necklace. I laid the book down inspired to put more effort into establishing relationships and grabbing friends to join me in serving others for the betterment of our community.

Time to adore my Mr. Smart Guy (previous dog despiser turned mini schnauzer lover) who took the boys on their first walk in the snow.

Having Theatre Dude with us!

Hair disasters that have ended with something I could live with. By the way, it was not my hairdresser's fault but more my own lack of product knowledge and use. Who knew? Mmmph!

Thoughtful Tuesday

2008-11-25T11:28:00.001-05:00

"The great discovery of my generation is that a human being can alter his life by altering his attitudes of mind."

- William James

Getting Ready for Winter

2008-11-24T20:44:00.003-05:00

It was a day outside

to fight against the wind and cold.

To be enveloped

in layers of clothes and gloved hands.

To rake leaves

mow the lawn

and prune branches.

We stood there

hand-in-hand

taking in the result.

The yard was now ready to hunker down for winter.

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My work outside acted as a therapy of sorts as I let my mind drift to my spiritual landscape. I acknowledged the many different climate changes that are occurring and frontal boundaries that are blowing their way in and around my definition of a normal life and status quo.

I am left to ponder ...

Do I have enough faith to hunker down for the season I just entered?