Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Pianos!

Hello world-wide-web,
     Heavenly Father, I want to thank you for my many friends. My life is truly a blessing because of them, and had you not brought them into my life, my existence would be mundane indeed. Thanks God!
     My birthday is coming up soon and I started thinking about gifts for myself. Well, I pretty much have everything I could want, PTL, but then I started thinking about pianos. I have an 'okay' upright, but if I had my choice, a brand-new piano would be excellent. This train of thought led me to google pictures of various pianos - just to kind of tease myself about what kind I would buy. So, for the moment anyway, these fantasies will do. Enjoy. (The pianos in this blog are courtesy of Piano sales Piano restoration website.)
This Peace Piano survived Hiroshima.
This is the largest piano in the world .

Cool piano

The Grand piano cake
Yummy

Piano building in China. The neck of the violin is an elevator.

Wouldn't it be cool if these stairs made sounds when you stepped on them?
Made in shop window.
Walking piano.
Space-aged
Tossin' the guys a bone with this one



"I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world." Mother Theresa

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Sensuous

Hello world-wide-web,
     Thank you Heavenly Father for all answered prayers and for all the blessings you bestow on us each and every day. In Jesus' Name. Amen.
This past weekend I went to Deep Ellum and attended "girlshow:the perfect ten." There were many talented artists - from painters, girl bands, to photography, and poetry. In the background, between sets, a Fiona Apple song played. I told my brother, "I remember this song. I like this album, I wonder if I still have it?" Fiona fit in perfectly with the atmosphere. I filed, "Look for Fiona Apple CD," in the back of my mind.
A band called the DemiGods had some of their musicians at the show. I bought two of their CD's -both are solo projects. One of the CD's is by Jamie Reeves, a talented singer/guitarist. Her CD is entitled, "2038: A Message through Time," with an artfully done cartoon drawing of Jamie on the cover. The other CD is labeled, "The Long Countdown: Delphi." If you'd like to sample some of their music, search for them on myspace.com because it's worth a listen. Jamie has a strong voice with lots of range. She is a strong, independent, intelligent up-and-coming young artist. It was a privilege to meet her after she played her song, "Kismet."
Jamie's music reminded me even more of Ms. Apple, so I looked through my CD's yesterday and sure enough, there was the 1996 release Tidal, that has the Grammy-award winning song, Criminal, on it.
Fiona Apple is all of  32 years old and 5'2", but has the sound of a six foot, fifty year old blues singer. Simply amazing. Her lyrics are sensuous and appealing. Perfect if you are in a dark mood, or even when you aren't in a opaque mood, but are angry at relationships gone awry. And let's face it: who hasn't had a relationship go amiss? So really the CD is adept for anytime, but especially in those situations. As I listen to her CD for the umpteenth time today, I find myself listening to her lyrics closer than ever before and sinking into the moods she creates with the music: a uniting of  the mellow and the passionate. Her songs are flawlessly orchestrated with piano, violin, some luscious Latin rhythms, and then of course bringing all of these splendid sounds to crescendo, her immaculate voice.
A couple of songs have stood out for me this go-round of listening, the sixth track, "The First Taste," and the third track,"Shadowboxer."
God bless ALL forms of relationships. Amen.

"Dude, she was in love with you!"
"Yes, she was..."

"I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world." Mother Theresa

Fiona Apple - Shadowboxer




Shadowboxer:
Once my lover, now my friend
What a cruel thing to pretend
What a cunning way to condescend
Once my lover, and now my friend

Oh, you creep up like the clouds

And you set my soul at ease
Then you let your love abound
And you bring me to my knees

Oh, it's evil babe
The way you let your grace enrapture me
Well you know I'd be insane
To ever let that dirty game recapture me

You made me a shadowboxer, baby
I wanna be ready for what you do
I been swinging around 'cause
I don't know when you're gonna make your move

Oh, your gaze is dangerous
And you fill your space so sweet
If I let you get too close
You'll set your spell on me

These stanzas are particularly poignant:
So darlin' I just wanna say
Just in case I don't come through
I was onto every play
I just wanted you

Oh it's so evil, my love
The way you've no reverence to my concern
So I'll be sure to stay wary of you, love
To save the pain of once my flame and twice my burn

So I'm a shadowboxer, baby
I wanna be ready for what you do
I been swinging around at nothin
I don't know when you're gonna make your move

Yeah I'm a shadowboxer babyI wanna be ready for what you do
And I been swinging around me 'cause
I don't know when you're gonna make your move

More of her lyrics are at: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/f/fiona+apple/#share

"I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world." Mother Theresa

Fiona Apple - The First Taste



The First Taste:

I lie in an early bed thinking late thoughts
Waiting for the black to replace my blue
I do not struggle in your web because it was my aim to get caught
But daddy longlegs, I feel that I'm finally growing weary

Of waiting to be consumed by you

Give me the first taste
Let it begin, heaven cannot wait forever
Darling just start the chase
I'll let you win, but you must make the endeavor

Oh, your love give me a heart contusion

Adagio breezes fill my skin with sudden red
Your hungry flirt borders intrusion
And I'm building memories on things we have not said
Full is not heavy as empty, not nearly my love

Not nearly my love, not nearly

Give me the first taste
Let it begin, heaven cannot wait forever
Darling, just start the chase
I'll let you win, but you must make the endeavor

The first taste
Let it begin, heaven cannot wait forever
Start the chase, I'll let you win
But you must make the endeavor

"I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world." Mother Theresa

Fiona apple - Carrion





Won't do no good to hold no seance
What's gone is gone, and you can't bring it back around
Won't do no good to hold no searchlight
You can't illuminate what time has anchored down

Oh, honey I've gone away
Honey I've gone away
I've gone away

Won't do no good to sing no love song
No sound could simulate the presence of a man
Won't do no good asking no questions
Your divination should acquaint you with the plan

Oh Honey I've gone away
Honey I've gone away
Honey, I've gone away

My feel for you, boy, is decaying in front of me
Like the carrion of a murdered prey
And all I want is to save you, honey
Or the strength to walk away

Won't do no good to go no distance
The space between us is as boundless as the dark
Won't do no good to throw no fist, babe
You can't intimidate me back into your arms

Because honey, I've gone away
I've gone away
I've gone away

I've gone away
I've gone away
I've gone away

My feel for you, boy, is decaying in front of me
Like the carrion of a murdered prey
And all I want is to save you, honey
Or the strength to walk away

I'm especially feelin' these lyrics:
My feel for you boy, is decaying in front of me
Like the carrion of a murdered prey
And all I want is to save you, honey
Or the strength to walk away
Oh my feel for you boy, is decaying right in front of me

Like the carrion of a, a murdered prey
And all I want is to save you, honey
Or the strength to walk away

More lyrics: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/f/fiona+apple/#share

"I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world." Mother Theresa

Fiona Apple - Sleep To Dream



This whole song just rings true for me...Please understand I am no Alanis Morissette - I am not angry; sad, yes, but not angry.
It seems Fiona and I have had similar relationship experiences. Yet another example about the universals in life and how beautifully music can link people.
To the person for whom these songs are meant, and I think you know who you are, I remember teasing you when I asked, "Now what is the reason I should put you in a blog?" Well here is a huge blow-out of blog entries about you.

I tell you how I feel, but you don't care
I say tell me the truth, but you don't dare
You say love is a hell you cannot bear
And I say gimme mine back and then go there - for all I care

I got my feet on the ground
And I don't go to sleep to dream
You got your head in the clouds
And you're not at all what you seem

This mind, this body
And this voice cannot be stifled by your deviant ways
So don't forget what I told you
Don't come around, I got my own hell to raise

I have never been so insulted in all my life
I could swallow the seas to wash down all this pride
First you run like a fool just to be at my side
And now you run like a fool
But you just run to hide, and I can't abide

I got my feet on the ground
And I don't go to sleep to dream
You got your head in the clouds
And you're not at all what you seem
This mind, this body
And this voice cannot be stifled by your deviant ways

So don't forget what I told you
Don't come around, I got my own hell to raise
Don't make it a big deal, don't be so sensitive
We're not playing a game anymore
You don't have to be so defensive

Don't you plead me your case, don't bother to explain
Don't even show me your face, ''cause it's a crying shame
Just go back to the rock from under which you came
Take the sorrow you gave and all the stakes you claim -
And don't forget the blame

I got my feet on the ground
And I don't go to sleep to dream
You got your head in the clouds
And you're not at all what you seem

This mind, this body
And this voice cannot be stifled by your deviant ways
So don't forget what I told you
Don't come around, I got my own hell to raise

More lyrics: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/f/fiona+apple/#share


"I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world." Mother Theresa

Sunday, July 11, 2010

I was in South Africa for the World Cup games!

Hello world-wide-web,
       Heavenly Father, I'm praying for the sick, for all undergoing surgery this week, for those waiting for a cure; for those suffering from an addiction of any sort and for those who have fallen away from You, Lord; for a strengthening of all marriages; for singles to stay true to You and Your teachings and for any prayers anyone has asked me to pray on their behalf. In Jesus' Name. Amen.
     Okay, so I was at the world cup in my dreams, but still, it felt real: I was on the field with some other people - yes, while a game was in progress I was on the gridiron - I become aware that I am an obstacle in the soccer match, though the players don't notice us, or seem to think it odd that non-players are in the competition; I don't remember who the two teams playing were, but I do remember thinking, "If my friends are watching right now they are probably asking, 'What is Debi doing? She needs to get out of there!'" Oh, and for some reason I have a ladder with me. I know, a ladder! The stadium in my dream was different from the one on television: this fairground had one side against a wall. I was next to that wall and in order for me to exit the green of course I had to cut across it, while holding onto my ladder. But I didn't immediately rush to the other side of the field; I watched the game a bit. The sphere was getting kicked around and flung in the air as gorgeous players fought over it. (Much the way that I wish to be fought over by two admirers, but that dream is for another blog entry.) I begin hoping the ball doesn't hit me. The globe ends up on a side opposite of where I am, so I make a mad dash to leave the arena. I suffered no injuries and rushed back to my classroom (?!) where the dream continued, but isn't amusing enough to add here.
Viva Espana!


"I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world." Mother Theresa

Monday, July 5, 2010

So you want to be in show business-

Hello world-wide-web,
     Thank you Jesus for all prayers answered, for travelers safe departure and return, for healthy births, for all those suffering from addiction and are in denial, a special intention for those with doctor's appointments-your healing, Lord, always-for a continued mending of the Gulf, for those who are in the hospitals and nursing homes, for everyone who has no one to pray for them, and most of all, Heavenly Father, thank you for the many blessings and mercy you bestow on each and every one of us everyday. In Jesus' Name. Amen.
     I received a rather unusual phone call from my g-y-n this past May.
     He asked me, "How would you like to be in a commercial?"
     "Sure."
(I didn't know what the commercial would entail, but when someone asks you to be in a commercial, ride in a sleigh drawn by huskies, or go to NYC's Times Square for NYE, you just say 'yes.')
     By saying 'sure,' my doctor informed me, I was accepting an offer from Baylor Hospital to describe the service I'd been given while in one of their facilities recently (see "I heart nurses," blog for more info on my hospital stay).
     My famous, or infamous, he he, appointment was set for June 18th, in the afternoon, but I wasn't ready for 'distinction' until I loaded two cute outfits in my car and ran by Regis at Collin Creek Mall in Plano for a quickie hairdo.
     Upon my arrival at the studio a good-looking guy greeted me and escorted me to the 'green' room. The room was in fact green, but that wasn't what first caught my attention when the door was opened. What first caught my attention was the honking huge television that dwarfed the green room. I recovered quickly from the size of the TV to notice two comfy couches and the people sitting on this lovely furniture.
     A distinguished gentleman in a finely tailored suit sat on one of the upholstered, while two attractive blond women sat on the love seat opposite him. When I entered the room one of the women hastily said, "Please sit here, I need to go anyway." The woman I sat next to was the person in charge of marketing for this project; turns out she is also the person who organizes juice and coffee for my district's convocation in the Fall. She and I chatted politely and she gave me a beautiful blue Baylor bag with goodies inside as a thank you for participating.
     My claims to fame were two-fold: first, glamour shots of me, then the filming of the commercial. But not until I had my make-up session. Baylor hospital hired professionals to do make-up on their volunteers, and touch-ups during the filming. Anyone who knows me, knows I don't like wearing make-up and this was no exception, even though the woman who did my make-up was sweet and flattering. She had a thing for people's eyes and took lots of time in highlighting mine. Thankfully the make-up didn't feel heavy on my face.
     The glamour photo shoot was fun. The good-looking guy that I met when I first walked in was my photographer.
     "What kind of music do you like?" He asked me.
     "Rock," I flashed a bright smile.
     "Cool, we were already listening to rock on Pandora so we won't need to change the channel." (There were two other guys besides the photographer in the room.)
     I was asked to sit on a bar stool in different positions. We took a few serious pictures, and then I had a blast making silly faces as the camera *clicked* away. I didn't realize it at the time, but people outside of the room could see the shenanigans going on in the studio! Funny. I had a good time and I hope they were laughing too.
     The commercial was a bit more grueling, serious and intense. I walked into a different studio where my make-up was refreshed. Not much laughing in this room. I stood alone, under bright lights. There were two men sitting at the camera. Behind these men was a long table where the woman interviewing me, a couple of other important looking people, and the make-up artist sat. I was only to look at the camera and answer her questions in complete sentences. She prompted me with a question, and then I answered. If she needed more information, she prodded me with more questions. I had to go into some detail about why I was in the hospital; details I will spare the reader. There were a couple of 'signature' statements I had to make; at the beginning I had to say, "My name is Debi ---- and this is my story." And at the end say, "I'm Debi ---- and that is my story." I was not allowed to mention the name of my doctor, or even Baylor. A couple of those sentences I had to re-do.
     I then switched gears to do the whole thing again, but this time in Spanish. I liked the Spanish questioner best. She was gentle and less abrupt. She also seemed to be listening to my story. The Spanish didn't seem to take as long, I'm not sure why that was; I guess it was partly because my interviewer knew how to get what she needed from me.
     The most agreeable moment for me was when the interviewer asked me what I wanted to say to women about their health. You'll need to watch the commercial to see how I answered.
     I was on a high when I left. Wow. What an experience. The commercial should be released sometime this Fall - November/December. I will be given a copy of all the photos taken and the commercial itself. I'll see if I find any photos or even the commercial worth posting.
     Until next time my friends, stay healthy!

"I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world." Mother Theresa

Sunday, June 20, 2010

The Art of watering the Lawn

Hello world-wide-web,
     
Thank you Heavenly Father for choosing me. It has made all the difference in the world. Prayers for all marriage, parents, children, healing in the gulf, singles, addicts and anyone else who needs a prayer said for them. In Your Name, Amen.

My Aunt Rosa, on my mother's side of the family, was my hero growing up in El Paso. My family moved around a lot when I was little, but no matter where we were, my Aunt Rosa came to visit. It was awesome. It meant new clothes, a new hair do and just pampering in general.
I cried for three days straight when she died.
She taught me about credit, have I told this story before? Well I'll stop now and tell you that I'm mentioning her b/c I 'invoke' her spirit sometimes when I have chores to do: she was an expert at wrapping gifts..and diplomacy. As Catholics, this is what I believe the "Communion of Saints," means to us; our connection to our ancestors, those who have passed. I was reminded of the times my Aunt Rosa used to water the front lawn at our house on Hawthorne Street. I used to sit on the magnificent, bricked, sturdy, front porch and watch her wave the magic wand that was the water hose. It was as if the elements were at her command. Immediately after turning on the water hose a cool breeze appeared and tousled the tall evergreen trees that were on either side of the path to the entrance of my grandmother's house. My Aunt took her time as she watered each and every plot of earth. It was an act of love.
So tonight as I turned on the water to the hose at my house, and the wind kicked up joyously, I thought of her and asked her to be with me as I watered each and every part of my yard. I could feel her presence as I am facing my house and beginning on the left hand side, by the front window. There are a few plants, but mostly dirt, which I drench because this land is important to the health of my foundation. I relax as the water flows out of the nozzle, thanking each and every plant for being in my yard and growing. I make sure I soak each area thoroughly, just like my tia (Spanish word for 'aunt') did. It's fun to watch the geckos run out from their hiding places, or the occasional surprised flutter of a butterfly as the water chases it. The neighbors to the right of my house are in their upper years so I water their bushes as well. I see no boundaries, really, between our two yards. I have a rather large fern plant growing towards the front of the lawn and all its spikes nod in agreement as the water pours over them lovingly. I notice that some of the water's muscles are creating a 'dark chocolate with Carmel in the middle' dirt affect, in the symbol of a "V". The darker section engulfing the lighter portion.This tells me I am not soaking enough, so I go over the same place until the affect is made no more. When I am on the other side of  my house, at the corner where my bedroom is, there is a precious, tiny, frog 'sitting' and watching me as I water the surface around him, careful not to flood him out of his wonderful perch. Whenever I come to a tree, I thank it's tough, thick bark and strong roots, sloshing the water as if I were washing a pet elephant. I love it's shade and how pretty it makes the front of my house appear. It took me about an hour to do the 'water ritual'. I thank Rosa for accompanying me around my house. A simple act of giving glory to God's creations appointed to my care. I hope I am doing them justice.

"I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world." Mother Theresa

Saturday, June 19, 2010

Whimsical pictures

Hello world-wide-web,
      Lord, thank you for my family and friends, and their health, and all blessings you've bestowed on me. In Your Name. Amen.

I finally took pictures of these wondrous statues around Deep Ellum.
Strummin' on the ole banjo...

Just chillaxin'


Heart these cute chickies and they reflect their goodness everywhere.



...and also with you!

Peering through the musician. How often does one get a chance to do that?!

Hello from behind the arm of my robot. Yes, mine.




Bushy had to copy me!


A birdie landed on his arm.

Hmmm

I'm almost as tall!

Go John, go!...



John posturing.





This birdie is hopping through the photos!


Look at those delightful feet.

If you get a chance, go to Deep Ellum and check out these adorable images live. It's worth the look. 


"I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world." Mother Theresa

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Photos of the World Cup Experience

Hello world-wide-web,
     Thank you Jesus for good friends and fun times! In Your Name. Amen.

As you look out from the giant HD screen, this is what you see...

It was Hell Hot, but worth it! USA!

Those crazy Body Painters! God Bless 'em! We were lucky to get seats next to these guys!

I could have used these later in an argument with Bushy.
U-S-A!

Crazy Body painters on one side, and this guy on the other! :)

Loved sharing the WC experience with these characters.

Look out now, you are on Candid Camera. We were trying to capture a photo of the flag.

This is what you saw from where we were sitting. I think this was taken shortly after Dempsey scored our goooooaaaaaaaaaallllllllllllll!

As were were leaving this guy was waving the US and Mexican flag, tied together. Nice.

"I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world." Mother Theresa

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Rules to live by

Hello world-wide-web,
     Prayers for everyone I said I'd pray for and anyone else who needs some prayers and of course for healing in the Gulf. In Jesus' Name. Amen.

Since I'm not working this summer - except in re-organizing my house - and I'm procrastinating on reading the text for my Ethics class, I have lots more time to post blogs. Aren't you a lucky reader!
This was sent in a email to me and I think it's worth sharing:
ONE. Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully.
TWO. Marry a man/woman you love to talk to. As you get older, their conversational skills will be as important as any other.
THREE. Don't believe all you hear, spend all you have or sleep all you want. (!!!)
FOUR. When you say, 'I love you,' mean it.
FIVE. When you say, 'I'm sorry,' look the person in the eye.
SIX. Be engaged at least six months before you get married .
SEVEN. Believe in love at first sight.
EIGHT. Never laugh at anyone's dreams. People who don't have dreams don't have much.
NINE. Love deeply and passionately. You might get hurt but it's the only way to live life completely.
TEN. In disagreements, fight fairly. No name calling.
ELEVEN. Don't judge people by their relatives.
TWELVE. Talk slowly but think quickly.
THIRTEEN. When someone asks you a question you don't want to answer, smile and ask, 'Why do you want to know?'
FOURTEEN. Remember that great love and great achievements involve great risk.
FIFTEEN. Say 'bless you' when you hear someone sneeze.
SIXTEEN. When you lose, don't lose the lesson.
SEVENTEEN. Remember the three R's: Respect for self; Respect for others; and Responsibility for all your actions.
EIGHTEEN. Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship.
NINETEEN. When you realize you've made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it.
TWENTY. Smile when picking up the phone. The caller will hear it in your voice.
TWENTY- ONE. Spend some time alone.

Twenty-one reminds me of something a good friend asked me when my mom was out of town, "Don't you miss not having your mom around? I don't like it when my roommates is gone." I did miss my mom, but I absolutely relish being by myself. Afterall, if I can't stand being with myself, why would anyone else want to be with me?

God bless!

"I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world." Mother Theresa

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Kobe Bryant Dream

Hello world-wide-web,
     Heavenly Father please heal the Gulf. In Jesus' name. Amen.

I am disappointed the Celtics didn't win last night, and here's the dream I had about Kobe and Pau Gasol.
Kobe is teaching the class I'm taking. There are many pages of the exam he's created for us, and it is on paper that is cut in half. I happen to find his answer sheet and take it with me to my desk. I am sitting next to Pau Gasol, hoping he won't notice I'm cheating and tell his buddy Kobe. All of the sudden Kobe is sitting in front of me, also taking the test(!?). After taking the test, Kobe and I go to his house. I am checking my test on the car ride over to Kobe's and Kobe almost catches me with the answer sheet. I am making all kinds of corrections to my answers. Kobe did look over at me strangely a couple of times, but seemed disinterested in what I was doing, thankfully.
Kobe lives in the 'hood! There is no other way to describe his house; it's run down, with paint peeling from the walls. He also has three white kids: a girl and two boys. For some reason I decide to help the kids clean their rooms, which are a mess. I go to the girls room first and help her make her bed. The bedrooms are small and they are on either side of the kitchen. Then there's the tiny dining room area...Throughout this dream Kobe is in his basketball jersey and shorts.
Enjoy your dreams!

"I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world." Mother Theresa

Monday, June 7, 2010

Summer dreams

Hello world-wide-web,

     Thanks, Lord, for bringing Mom and Carlton home safely from EP. Thank you for all prayers answered, for the wonderful ending to a fantastic academic/school year - you blessed me with some great students this year, Lord - and for overall health and happiness in my life. Special intentions for the BP spill and healing in the gulf, for marriages, for all singles, any prayers I've been asked to pray for, for the troops, and in thanksgiving for the health of loved ones and my friends. In Jesus' name. Amen.

For the summer I'll be posting dreams I have, as I find them quite entertaining and hope you do as well.

A good friend of mine, Issa, is about to have a baby and here's a dream I had about this wonderful occurrence: she and her husband fly to Pakistan to have the baby there, so they invited me and a few other friends to join them. We arrive and Issa is immediately put in a huge room with other pregnant women. The room is the size of a small theatre, complete with comfortable theatre seats, which is where Issa, her husband, me, and the other friends sit to wait. We are waiting for Issa to begin her contractions in earnest and have her baby. Instead of facing a movie screen, though, we are looking through a huge window. We are on the second floor and if you  look down from this window you can see the Paki citizens running to and fro. I still have the distinct impression that Issa is having a girl, but she never delivers during the dream; women all around us are having babies though and they are quickly wheeled out of the room when they are in the middle of contractions.

The second dream I had  is about a costume shop. But this is no ordinary costume shop. It is a shop that rents Super Heroes. Not the actual Super Heroes, as they have more important things to do than attend a celebration of any sort, so this store rents the robots of Super Heroes. The Super Hero that was prominently featured in my dream was Iron Man. I'm watching a commercial of the Iron Man Robot at a kid's bday party. Everyone is standing around the robot as he does Iron Man stuff: flying around and making balloon animals for the kiddies.

Wishing you Super Summer Dreams - real, dreamed, or imagined.
"I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world." Mother Theresa

Thursday, May 27, 2010

Answered! Life's 25 toughest questions

Hello world-wide-web,
     Jesus thank you for all answered prayers. Lord, forgive us for not taking better care of this precious Earth you gave us. Please help us figure out a way to stop the oil spill in the Gulf; please Jesus, we need your help!Guide and bless all those who are suffering from any kind of addiction. In Your Name, Heavenly Father. Amen.

Yahoo news is mostly amusing and I don't ever find anything on it worth posting, but that changed when I read this article from Reader's Digest. Remember Reader's Digest? I think of the Digest as a potpourri of great literature, well, maybe not great literature, but certainly thought provoking and intelligent. Okay, mostly intelligent...Just enjoy the article, please.

Is love ever forever? When do kids become adults? Why is the line you're in always the slowest? Mysteries of the universe -- solved. Advice columnist Jeanne Marie Laskas weighs in.
1. Can love really last a lifetime?
Absolutely -- but only if you chuck the fairy tale of living happily ever after. A team of scientists recently found that romantic love involves chemical changes in the brain that last 12 to 18 months. After that, you and your partner are on your own. Relationships require maintenance. Pay a visit to a nursing home if you want to see proof of lasting love. Recently I spoke to a man whose wife of 60 years was suffering from advanced Alzheimer's disease. He came to sit with her every day and hold her hand. "She's been my best friend since high school," he told me. "We made a promise to stick together." Now, that's a love story.
2. Why do married folks begin to look like one another?
Watch any two people who like each other talking, and you'll see a lot of mirroring. One smiles, and so does the other. One nods or raises her eyebrows, and so does the other. Faces are like melodies with a natural urge to stay in sync. Multiply those movements by several decades of marriage, all those years of simultaneous sagging and drooping, and it's no wonder!
3. Can a marriage survive betrayal?
Yes. It takes time and work, but experts are pretty unanimous on this one. In her book The Monogamy Myth, Peggy Vaughan estimates that 60 percent of husbands and 40 percent of wives will have an affair at some point in their marriages. That's no advertisement for straying -- but the news is good for couples hoping to recover from devastating breaches of trust. The offended partner needs to make the choice to forgive -- and learn to live with a memory that can't simply be erased. Infidelity is never forgotten, but it can gradually fade into the murky background of a strong, mature marriage.
4. Why does summer zoom by and winter drag on forever? Because context defines experience. As Albert Einstein once said: "When you are courting a nice girl, an hour seems like a second. When you sit on a red-hot cinder, a second seems like an hour."
5. Do animals really have a sixth sense?
Or seventh or eighth! A box jellyfish has 24 eyes, an earthworm's entire body is covered with taste receptors, a cockroach can detect movement 2,000 times the diameter of a hydrogen atom -- and your dog's sense of smell is up to 100,000 times greater than yours (some dogs have been known to smell human cancers). It's safe to say that animals experience a much different world than we do.
6. Why does the line you're in always move the slowest?
Because you're late for your kid's band practice, and you curse your luck and envy those speeding by. Conversely, when you're in the fast line, unfettered by stress, you don't even notice the poor schlubs in the slow lane. Good luck rarely commands one's attention like bad luck. (See answer on buttered toast, "The Ultimate Test," below.)
7. By what age should you know what you want to do with your life?
Any moment now. This used to be a question the young asked. Now it's a quandary for baby boomers. The Bureau of Labor Statistics reports that younger boomers have abandoned the American ideal of picking a job and sticking with it. Between the ages of 18 and 36, these boomers held an average of 9.6 jobs. That's a lot of exploration. The wisdom of elders in all cultures seems to be this: There's nothing to do with a life but live it. As Gandhi pointed out, "Almost anything you do will be insignificant, but it is very important that you do it."
8. Where do traffic jams come from?
Scientists are hard at work on this one, studying computer models of the physics of gridlock and inventing all new traffic-light algorithms. Some of them postulate that the rhythms of automobile traffic are influenced by the same cyclical forces that cause waves in the ocean. For the average commuter, though, it may be helpful to think of it this way: congestion. There are just too many darn people trying to do the same thing at once. (Flush every toilet in a single office building simultaneously, and see what happens.) All of this by way of saying: Buy a newspaper, load up some favorite tunes on your MP3 player, and take the bus.
9. When is your future behind you?
When you stop chasing dreams. So don't stop!
10. Do you have to love your job?
No. Love your children, your spouse and your country. Love your parents, your neighbor and your dog. Loving is too important an emotion to attach to the way you make a living. But it's OK to strive for satisfaction. According to a recent Harris Poll, across America 59% of workers say they are extremely, somewhat or slightly satisfied with their jobs, but a depressing 33% feel as if they've reached a career dead end. If you're among the latter and thinking about a new job, consider the fact that employees in small firms said they felt more engaged in their work than did their corporate counterparts.
11. Can a man and a woman ever just be friends? For a short time perhaps. Making the friendship last requires that you find each other at least vaguely repulsive. Good luck!
12. When do you take away Grandpa's car keys?
Twenty-two states currently require frequent testing for senior drivers. The American Medical Association and the AARP, however, say safe driving has more to do with functional ability than age. True, seniors are more at risk for reduced vision, hearing loss and impairments associated with arthritis -- but all of these conditions depend on the individual. So when it seems to you that Pop is becoming a danger to himself and a danger to others, tell him straight. Point out that his reactions have slowed or his judgment is losing its edge. Suggest he not drive anymore. Be firm, but at the same time, don't treat him like a child. Allow him his dignity. Offer him a ride.
13. Do siblings who fight really end up liking each other?
I surveyed my older sisters, both of whom have vivid memories of how I tripped, pummeled, and whacked them with various large plastic dolls (hey, they started it -- they teased me!), and both confirmed my suspicion that nowadays they like me just fine. I sure like them. All the experts will tell you that fighting among siblings is normal. The key is how parents handle it. Rule No 1: Don't take sides. Never get into a discussion of who started what or what is more fair. Stop fights with a time-out for all offenders. My mother would send us to separate rooms. So we invented string phones and a pulley system to transport necessary treats and toys. And whatever we were fighting about was forgotten.
14. How do you know when to end a friendship?
As soon as you get that sneaking suspicion that it never really began.
15. Why do we turn into our parents when we swore we wouldn't?
Because really, when all is said and done, we admire them.
16. Can a half-empty person become a half-full person?
A current theory is that people have an "emotional set point." Some folks are just made happier than others. Pessimists will see this as bad news, believing it really doesn't matter what you do -- they are never going to be any happier. But there is hope -- as any optimist will see! Happiness has more to do with how you construe the events in your life than the actual events themselves.
17. When do kids become adults?
Biologically, it's happening earlier; emotionally, it seems to be happening later. Nowadays puberty occurs in females between ages 8 and 14, between 9 and 15 in males. A generation ago, when you turned 18, you were out the door and on your own. Now we see kids in the Boomerang Generation coming home to Mom and Dad after college, hoping for a hand with bills, laundry, meals and other responsibilities of adulthood. It's cute for a while, less adorable the older the kid gets.
18. Can a mother be friends with her teenage daughter?
No. Most teens aren't ready for anything close to a mature friendship. According to current research, the brain continues to develop into a person's 20s. Mothers often want to befriend their daughters; fathers, their sons. But this is not in anyone's best interest. Teenagers need to form identities distinct from their parents. That means: lots of privacy, even some secrets. It's usually easier for a teenage girl to befriend the friend of her mother, and it's usually best for the mother to leave it at that.
19. Does money really buy happiness?
No. Because happiness isn't for sale. Many people get tripped up by this one, amassing wealth only to find themselves cycling into a bottomless pit of unsatisfiable yearning. Turns out, joy and misery are not that far apart when it comes to very big wads of cash. Consider the case of a Kentucky couple who won $34 million in 2000. Thrilled to be released from the demands of their boring old jobs, they frittered their fortune away on fancy cars, mansions, all the usual stuff -- losing everything that mattered in the process. They divorced, he died of an alcohol-related illness, and she died alone in her new house just five years after cashing the winning ticket. When it comes to happiness, only people you love, and who love you, can bring it. If you have enough dough to buy yourself a luxurious yacht, but no real friends to sail with, you're sunk.
20. Can spenders and savers stay married?
Sure -- and they won't run out of things to talk about either. Disagreements over money are a leading cause of divorce, so experts advise lots of work around this issue if, financially speaking, you've found yourself married to your opposite. Tip: Always talk in terms of "ours" instead of "mine" or "yours," and work your strengths. The saver should be allowed to draft the budget; the spender gets to be in charge of vacations, celebrations and ordering extra toppings on the pizza.
21. Is money the root of all evil?
No. Greed is. Elvis nailed this one when he said, "Sharing money is what gives it its value."
22. What do you do if you see a parent berating a child?
Cringe. Take a deep breath. If you truly believe you can help the situation, approach as someone showing sympathy -- not as an accuser or member of the parent police. Empathize with the overstressed parent. Suggest that he take a deep breath. Tell him it worked for you.
23. Why is it so hard to say you're wrong?
Because it often involves saying, "I'm sorry," which is even harder. Throughout history people have found it easier to stop speaking to one another, punch, slander, shoot and bomb rather than apologize. Tip: Next time just say, "Whoops," and see what happens.
24. When should you reveal a secret you said you wouldn't?
It's a matter of damage control. Is the person who asked you to keep the secret in danger of hurting himself or others? If so, intervene. Otherwise, mum's the word.
25. Does the toast really always fall buttered-side down?
Scientists in the Ask Laskas Kitchen conducted a study for which they first toasted an entire loaf of bread, one slice at a time. They buttered each slice, and dropped it from a variety of heights ranging from tabletop to ceiling. Among their findings: A dropped piece of toast never lands on its edge; stomping your foot and yelling "Darn!" does not change a thing; and the floor in the Ask Laskas Kitchen is not nearly as clean as we'd like. Well, life's like that. Never as neat as you'd like it to be. But keep buttering your toast. And savor every slice you've been given.

So, now you know! God bless!
"I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world." Mother Theresa

Saturday, May 15, 2010

Mom is on vacation!

Hello world-wide-web,
Jesus, thank you for blessing my mother and brother to arrive safely in El Paso. And Lord, I ask that you bless me with an even greater understanding of my mother as she stays with family for three weeks. Help me, Lord, to put our relationship in a new perspective, infusing our relationship with compassion, patience, love, and a sense of humor. Jesus, I pray too that all travelers/drivers safely arrive to and from their destinations. I'm praying special prayers for some people who have asked me to pray for a family member, Lord; remember them and heal them, Lord, as only you can. In Your Name, Amen.

As I was just telling Jesus, my mom, who has lived with me for six years, took a much needed vacation - at the prompting of my brother - yesterday. She probably hasn't seen her family in EP for at least as long as she's lived with me. Mom is 78. She doesn't like to fly and she was anxious about the drive to EP. It's a long drive, and the weatherman said it was going to rain. Fortunately, the rain held off, thanks Lord, and once mom is settled in at her sister's I think she will really enjoy spending time with her family. Normally she only stays for a week, but I think these three weeks will be a real treat for her. Her absence at my house has been interesting for me. I spent most of Thursday, after Carlton and mom left, thinking about my mother and how I felt about her being away. I began to think about how much parents, for good or bad, influence our lives. Now, I've lived alone before, so arriving to an empty house is no big deal for me. When I lived alone, I didn't have a dog, so Toby is an added bonus. Although Toby, poor thing, has to stay outside during the day, because mom isn't home to let him in and out of the backyard. I think it's cruel to have him cooped up all day in the front room, especially since I have a nice big backyard. He doesn't seem to mind, though, and is really happy when I'm home, as dogs normally are when their masters arrive from work.
I was sad when mom left and I wonder how much I'll do, or not do, while she is away. It's nice to know I don't "have to" do anything, not really, while she is vacationing. For example, if I don't feel like washing dishes, they don't get washed until I want to, and I'm okay with that.
I even *gasp* contemplated not going to church, but that was only a joke in my head. However, this does mean I don't need to get up early for anything and certainly not because someone else is awake in the house. I have tremendously enjoyed the quiet of my house. Mom usually has her t.v. blaring, in Spanish and English. I'll be able to study, read, and write, all in the quiet of my home!
One big goal I want to accomplish: organizing my kitchen. Yes, one day next week, or even the weekend, I will go through all the drawers, cabinets, etc and just throughout unused, unwanted things and keep all the necessities.
I must tell you, dear reader, and I would be remiss if I don't mention this: I wonder if mom's absence is God's way of preparing me for her death. Yes, morbid, so I won't dwell on it it too much, other than to say, I know I will appreciate my mom more than ever when she returns.
I think I did my mom right on Mother's day: I cleaned out her car, and vacuumed and wiped down the interior, took her car through a car wash, filled her car with gas, and bought her a dozen roses. Oh, and gave her some spending money for EP. I can only hope my actions let my mom know that despite our feuds, she is really loved and appreciated.
Hug your mom if she's close and tell her you love her; or call your mom, tell her you love her and then hang up. :) I mean really does anything more need to be said? :)
Remembering that we live finite lives doesn't need to make us sad; knowing we live finite lives forces us to realize we need to make every moment count.
God bless you all, each and every one.

"I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world." Mother Theresa

Sunday, May 9, 2010

So much to be thankful for!

Hello world-wide-web,
      Jesus, as you already know, Mother's Day can be an unhappy day for some people; some are reminded of mother's who are in Your care now; some do not have a good relationship with their mother; and still others who are struggling to regain good contact and start anew with their mothers. Throughout all of this, Lord, we look to Your mother, our Blessed Mother, for guidance. She is the role model of all mothers for us: the kind, loving, encouraging, and epitome of unconditional love for her children, Mother. Please help us Lord, to love everyone like You love them, to see people as You see them, Lord. And Jesus, on Mother's Day I am also reminded of Mother Earth. Please have Mercy on Us for not taking care of this wonderful planet you gave us. Please show us the positive that can come from the oil spill in the Gulf of La. Heal that area, Lord; restore it to the natural and magnificent habitat it was before this spill, and show us how we can help. Thank you, Jesus. In Your name. Amen.

I have been truly blessed. The best news this past week, for me, was the refinancing of my home. But instead of going 'on and on' about the refinancing, I want to recommend someone to you, dear reader, if you are in the market to refinance your home. Christina Partida at Envoy Mortgage is fantastic. I wrote a letter to Chrisitina's boss, Adrienne, and am enclosing it so you can 'see' just what a great agent Christina is and how she can maybe help you.
Hello Adrienne,(Chrisina's boss)
My name is -- and I want to tell you about one of your employees, Christina Partida. But before I do that, I need to give you some background information about how I met Christina. I don’t know if you believe in Divine Intervention, Adrienne, but I do.
I received many offers to refinance my home, as I’m sure many people did, and I was fairly skeptical about using any of these companies, especially with the housing crises raging.
I also remained skeptical and unwilling to go with any of these businesses because they didn’t have the correct mortgage information for me; all of them that is, except one: Christina’s firm. This is when I met Christina; she ‘happened’ (this is the Divine Intervention I’m talking about) to answer the phone when I called and inquired about their programs to help people refinance.
Adrienne, I immediately felt comfortable with Christina. She is easy to talk to, sweet, knowledgeable, and above all, caring. She asked me what I wanted most with regard to my mortgage, and I told her a lower APR rate, as well as the amount of time to repay the loan decreased– less than 30 years. She was able to deliver the former, and though I didn’t get the latter, I did refinance my house for less than what I originally paid for my house, AND I didn’t need to put any money down for the refinance. A true miracle was worked by Christina, not to mention an additional $400 taken off the amount I was going to owe on my house…I didn’t know exactly what God had in store for my interactions with Christina, because if I had, I would have praised the Lord for her in the beginning, as opposed to now, once I’ve seen all the hard work she put into my case.
As I’m sure you are aware, Adrienne, Christina was disturbed by the lack of integrity her previous company showed in their dealings and knew she could not continue working for such an organization. During this terrible transition, when Christina was harassed and threatened, she kept in constant contact with me and kept me abreast of all that was going on with her and her previous employer. She impressed me with her poise and professionalism in these difficult circumstances.
When she began working for Envoy, Christina wasted no time in getting back to my situation; more than once did Christina drive from Carrollton to Garland to pick papers up and, when she learned that I had been in the hospital for a minor operation, she brought me roses!
Adrienne, I just want you to know you have an outstanding worker in Christina. She is a huge asset to your company. I will dedicate an FB posting to Christina and your company this coming week, and will probably also post a copy of this letter on my blog. May God continue to bless Christina, your company and you, Adrienne. Christina, thank you for all you did for me. (I will not post your last name, Adrienne, on FB or my blog, for privacy’s sake)
Christina Partida
Envoy Mortgage
9)834-3326 cell
cpartida75@gmail.com
She speaks 3 languages! English, Arabic, and Assyrian

Be blessed everyone! :)

"I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world." Mother Theresa

Thursday, May 6, 2010

What would happen if Jesus took a day off?

Hello world-wide-web,
     Thank you Jesus for all of your goodness, mercy, and love. You are truly the King of Kings. I adore you, love you, and appreciate all you do for my family, friends, strangers, and me. All things in Your Name, amen.

A good friend of mine is having a baby shower this weekend, and instead of giving cards, it's been requested that we give books to build the baby's library. I love to give books! I was at HPB and found some lovely books, including one entitled, "Jesus' day off." I wanted to copy and paste it here, but it would take up too much space on my 'puter, SO you'll just need to click on this link and read it for yourself.
Jesus' day off
Carlton thinks the author handles Jesus too flippantly, but since he's an agnostic I am discounting what he thinks.
I found the book refreshing and the perfect way to introduce a young mind to Jesus.
Tell me what you think.

God bless you, dear reader, today and always!

"I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world." Mother Theresa

Saturday, May 1, 2010

Go on, be silly!

Hello world-wide-web,
     Jesus, thank you for prayers answered and for all the good things that happen in the world. You are in control, Lord. Msgr Don, on the feast day of St Catherine Sienna this past week, said in his homily that St. Catherine was a mystic that spoke to you, Jesus, on a regular basis and that she asked You, "Why don't people believe in You?" Lord, you replied, "Because people don't believe I'm that good." Jesus, help us believe that you are that good. In Your Name, Lord, Amen.

Most of my time has been consumed by the Group Therapy class I'm taking. Thank goodness there are only three weeks of the semester left, so I can chill, not study, and be lazy before my next class, Ethics, in June (don't care right now what that start date is and I'm not posting it, he he).
I want to share with you one of the techniques we're learning about called Rational Emotive Behavior, or REB. This technique, unlike the other theories we are learning about, has humor as one of the methods to use with clients (a pity the others don't take humor as seriously, lol). I am ALL about the Humor. I'm doing my best to constantly become a funnier person...
But I want to tell you about some 'shame-attacking exercises' REB recommends. I encourage you to do some of these things and have fun with them; if you do try them, post on here how the 'experiment' went, as I'm curious about people's reactions and yours. :)
('Shame attacking exercises', btw, is the rationale that anxiety oftten results from shame, guilt, embarrassment, and self-damnation.)
1.  Walk through a park singing at the top of your voice.
2.  In a crowded elevator, tell people that you are glad they could attend this important meeting that you have called. (I want to try this one!)
3. Talk to animals, and pretend they are talking to you. (I already do this one...)
4. Ride in a crowded elevator facing the rear wall.
5. Tie a ribbon around a banana and "walk it" down a street.
6.  In public, shout out the exact time by saying, "The time is 11:11 and 20 seconds."
7. Go to a drugstore, and in a loud voice say to the pharmacist, "I want to buy ALL of your condoms, and since I use so many of them, you should give me a special discount!"
and for all the people who like 'bathroom humor':
After finishing a meal in a restaurant, say, "Ah, I feel a fart coming on." Please don't use this one when you're having a meal with me, though, okay? ;)!
All right, you have your assignment.
Enjoy life! :)

"I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world." Mother Theresa

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Wylie's Angel

Hello world-wide-web,
Jesus, may you take the soul of Wylie's Angel straight to Your Heart. In Your Name. Amen.

Dear Readers,
We live in a caring world.
The actions of the Wylie community towards the special needs boy whose body was found near Lake Lavon last Thursday, the 14th, shows me we live in a caring world. According to a Dallasnews.com article on April 20th, "...volunteers (of Wylie) canvassed the neighborhood with an image of the brown-eyed, brown-haired boy in hopes that someone might recognize him. That's also why Malorie Martinez started a Facebook page she's calling, "Wylie's Angel," to get the boy's picture distributed as widely as possible."

But the FB page serves another great purpose: we (i.e. society) can openly mourn for Wylie's Angel. We may not have known this sweet little boy, but we resonate with sympathy for his tragedy.

We all want to be known, don't we? And I don't mean 'known' in a celebrity famous sort of way, but known, for our likes, dislikes, by people we care about and who care about us.

Even if we didn't know Wylie's Angel when he was alive.
We know him now.
You will be remembered Little One.

It's innate, I think, to care for each other in times of tragedy.

I wasn't near NYC when 9/11 happened, but that event changed lives, and for the better. I felt more compassion and patience toward my fellow human beings. This is no different.

On a collective consciousness level we sensed something was wrong with what happened to Wylie's Angel. We want to make things right, even in death.

We are all precious.

Be with the Angels, Wylie, and RIP.

"I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world." Mother Theresa

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