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 |   One writer's journey |
 She sat down at her old wooden desk, pen at the ready. Her thoughts raced. What shall I write today? Tilting her head to the side, a small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth before enveloping her delicate face. The purple ink began to fill the once blank sheet, each stroke a labor of pure joy as the words flowed from her mind, her heart, her very soul.  My Dreams... to write of romance and endless love to love without boundaries to learn from past mistakes to laugh with all my heart to be the woman I am meant to be  TODAY... I will reach for the stars Will not give up Will give all that I have Dare to dream the impossible dream For anything in this life is possible   <---I am blown away by this    |
Eh, things are slow all around it seems. Maybe it's just me, I'm not sure. Linked my blog to my fb page, so this ought to be interesting. Auction is up and running, not as busy as it was last year. Does this mean the recession has hit WDC too? Only time will tell.
I'm working on a little project, and just not sure where it's all going to go. Easy for me to get sidetracked, and frustrated when I try something new. Got a few who think this will be something worth my while, and encouraging me to see it through, so I'll keep plugging for now. Other than that, I'm sick. Sinus infection, typical. Theresa must get sick once a winter, if not twice. Wouldn't be so bad if I didn't just fly home sicker than a dog. Boys hate their new classes and teachers. Too bad they are stuck until May and June. Signed hubby and I up to work coat check at the senior party. Bet we'll get some ungodly time like 3am or something. That would totally blow, but I need to help out with something. Guess that's it for now. Boring, eh? I know.  OMG, that could only mean one thing. Things are finally settling down! |
| As a parent, you learn that you can only control so much of what your children do. They are individuals, after all, capable of making their own choices, right or wrong. I work hard to let my boys grow up with solid values and boundaries, doing my best to remind them that they don’t have to agree with me, or my views on the world. What makes me sad is those parents that expect their children not to feel, or worse yet think they can control it. Can we really tell our children that they aren’t hurting, sad, happy or in love? Are they our feelings or theirs? |
Yes, it's that time of year again.
I am in desperate need of donations. And this year, thanks to the suggestion from Aennaytte: Free & Wild in GoT   I've added a raffle as well. Should be interesting to see how it all plays out. Been home a week and it's strange. Just can't get motivated to do much of anything. Yes, T is in a funk. My hand is very sore, even with the new brace, which I managed to mangle in the microwave first time out. At least they are sending me a replacement, and want to see the old one. Asked for the Wattage of my nuker, but damn if I could find that info anywhere. Tis a tad on the old side. 13 years and counting!! Other than that, the Quickie is doing ok. Had hoped for better, but it's still early in the year. We'll see how it goes. ON Ts IPOODY http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d_NfBqD_2iI&feature=related |
| It's pretty much everywhere. Turn on the news on any given day and you'll find it somewhere. What makes no sense to me, is how people can open up their mouths and destroy lives, without any remorse whatsoever. I find it all disgusting. Even worse when you do this to those you claim to love. That is not love. And if it should turn out that it truly is, I want no part of it. That saying is true, words DO cut like a knife. Leaving scars so deep, some never recover and hide within themselves. I mean, where does one turn when their feelings have been slashes into little pieces by someone who claims to care? It's easy to say you love someone, to care about them, but your actions seal your words. They either prove what you say, or they don't. Plain and simple. I get it, we're human, people make mistakes, but can all mistakes be forgiven? Unfortunately, I don't think so. At least, I can't forgive all. I'm not that big of a person. Used to think I was, but I've come to realize I can't downshift that way. So when you prove that the person you portray is a farce, and show your true, self righteous, and bitterly selfish self, know that people will take notice. And those bridges you burn will be permanent. Keep your 'me' mentality far from me. And for one brief second, before opening your mouth, think! You may in fact hurt one less person and keep a friendship from going to shit. It's mind boggling that this happens with no second thoughts, no remorse. Life goes on and the ones left in the wake are the only ones to suffer the effects of, what I can only properly call, pure stupidity. Too bad that still doesn't cut it. Being stupid, or having tunnel vision doesn't excuse what a person says to another. IPOD ON REPEAT Nothing like a best friend to make you forget your troubles  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eskXnbVYr3Y ~~T is out. BTW ~ am I the only one missing that crazy calender lady? Think a trip to Staples is in my future |
Last two weeks have flown by. Happy and sad to be going home. Storm rolled in yesterday and it was pretty awesome to see up here in the mountains.   |
| Our flight in to Lebanon 4 hours before the New Year was awesome. We landed thirty minutes early. Outside waiting, Ahmad and Bilal, and our new vehicle. Woots. I swear that Mercedes is purple when the light catches it just the right way. The party was at our house, where my MIL and FIL waited. She looks good for having open heart surgery. Party was fun, but lasted too long for me being on American time and jet lagged. I laid in bed for two hours waiting for the noise to die down, lol. The weather has been awesome. 60s, so can't complain. Rained yesterday, and it's ugly and gray today. Finding it hard to connect with the boys back home, and it should get worse since they go back to school today. They are learning how to get along by fending for themselves. Very good experience for them. Especially if they are sent to Lebanon before us. Although I know they pretty much come and go as they please while here. Nothing like running from one house to the next, getting spoiled as you walk through each and every door.  Not sure what we are going to buy for the house this visit. My initial plan has been put on hold, but I will not leave here without upgrading something while we have the money to do so. I figure in ten years, things will be exactly like I want them to be, lol. I'm on a ten year plan. One room a year, if all goes well that is. Guess that's all I got at the moment. I'm out~ HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE |
| Today I am reminded of the little things. You don't have to see the things you've done for others, just remember that at some point, you did do something that made a difference in another's life. Merry Christmas |
| Well it seems a few back to back days of awesomeness is not to be had. On my last excursion to HFCC, I thought I'd hang out in my truck until just before the test. Usually the door is locked until right at the moment the class starts, so I assumed today wouldn't be any different. Boy was I wrong! I turn the corner and am shocked that the door is partially open and not one person is in the hall. As I reach for the door, my professor is looking a bit miffed, and prevents me from going inside. It seems he cannot stay. His wife is labor at the hospital and he has to go. Fine, it's just writing an essay for the final, no biggie. Until he tells me that he would like me to be in charge of the class Say what? He gives me instructions, waits a few extra minutes, and then makes the big announcement in class. A few people trickled in late, typical anyway. I hated all three prompts. Again, typical, but I chose a fitting one. I selected the first one, describing the most joyous day of my life, and wrote about the day Zak was born. Brownie points? One can hope. After everyone finished their essay's, I took them upstairs to the English Dept, secretary. She tells me that my professor told her he had a few responsible students that he could hand over the class to. IE ~ old lady in the back of the class. Mwaahahahahahahaa Here's hoping the delivery went smooth, and that I pass my final with flying colors. I'll have my results by 6pm Monday. Maxine Says I was planning to get a flu shot until I found out it isn't a kind of drink. Here's a helpful winter tip: If you leave a tortilla out for a week, you've got yourself a handy little ice scraper. It's beginning to cost a lot like Christmas! If I find a magic hat, I'm not wasting it on a snowman. I'm heading straight for the casion! ~Here's my take on 2009 ~ Another year has passed. Hard to believe we are headed into a new decade, but 2010 is breathing down our necks. This year brought struggles, joys, sorrows and everything in between. If you were one of the lucky ones, you still have your job, your family is healthy, and you can take comfort in your friends and family, knowing they will always be there to lean on. For many, it wasn’t a year filled with happiness. I myself have struggled with finding a new friend only to lose them a few short months later. I find that because of that friendship, I have gained four new ones, unexpected, but very meaningful. How is that even possible? I’ve watched a family lose a beloved mother, hit rock bottom more than once, and yet they were able to turn around and find hope. Remarkable, amazing and very heart-warming to be able to be there through it all, to know that hope is alive and well. Through darkness and tragedy there is light and hope can be found in one another. All we have to do is look for it. There lies the key. If we don’t open our eyes and look for it, we’ll never see it, missing out on one of the most precious gifts there is. It is too easy to lose ourselves in grief, to hardship and desperation, in the daily struggles that come into our lives that make us question why we even bother. To face life, to go head on into the unknown, clinging to that last shred of hope is difficult at best, but if we don’t try, we lose. We lose a part of one another, of ourselves, and a chunk of that light that guides us. When you feel as though you can no longer move forward, that you are beaten and there is nowhere to turn, remember the child who has lost their mother, a grieving spouse, the thousands of homeless, those struggling to make ends meet because they lack a job and all those who battle illness. Remember the families separated by jobs, distance, or war. Take a look around and find that hope. We all possess that light inside of us, the one that lets us forget our own troubles and help those in need. We are capable of stepping up, of rescuing a friend or loved one, becoming the light that brings the promise of a new day to those less fortunate. All we have to do is believe. I believe in hope, in miracles, in family, and the friends that stand by me no matter what. I believe that paths cross for a reason, and there is no point in questioning the why's of it all. I believe that we all serve a purpose in this world, no matter how short our time is, we touch peoples lives in very dramatic ways. Making the most of what we have is vital and showcases our true inner self. No matter how bad things seem, there is a light at the end of the tunnel. If we choose to give up, we not only fail our family and friends, but ourselves, extinguishing our true potential. ~~off my soap box now~~ IT'S FRIDAY BITCHES |
I can't remember the last time I saw a few days go by and each one got better as the week went on. My MIL was released from the hospital on Tuesday, and hubby and I got to chat with her on the webcam before work that morning, and again this morning. We have our flight set, not when we wanted to leave, but the best we could get without dropping 4k to do so. Apparently Christmas time is considered high season.  So we leave on the 30th, arrive in Beirut 4 hours before 2010. At least we'll be there to ring in the New Year with the family.Now the debate begins over where Zak and Danny will be. When are they old enough to stay home alone with relatives checking in on them? They are good kids, and I think they will be fine on their own. Aside from learning how to do laundry, they are pretty self sufficient. My poem is getting a lot of attention, and between Jason, and Lutzy, it now has a pretty purple ribbon on it. I didn't expect that, but I am honored that, Jason, especially was pleased with it. He was monumental in getting me to finish writing it, and needs to know that without his help, it would still be stalling on line 8. So my new found friend, thanks for the push, and reminding me where hope comes from. The rest of the crew is well, and getting better!!Today Zak took a big leap, and I freaked. He took the truck with his friend to pick up another from school and drive them home. So I said yes right away, since I sure as heck didn't want to have to go back out. But once the reality hit, I started to pace, and send messages to my bf about what was happening. Let's just say I made it through. And Zak came back happy, proud, and a little bit stunned. Off to the kitchen to make cookies for his food class. The boy wants the extra credit. Tired of not getting a solid A in that class. It's messing up his GPA.Must jet, final is in the morning. I survived going back to college at 40! How wicked is that? Oh, and the new partnership between the Quickie and UEN, looks good!!! |
| My darling I ask of you not to leave Consumed, alone in our bed while I grieve My heart shattered a million times over Bearing the thought, the loss of my lover I hear them calling, our brave little men And wish to God I had hope once again Your picture it sits on the dresser right there I can’t help but sit and get lost as I stare For only a moment the pain goes away But again, I quickly get lost in the fray Days turn to night and continue to blend Doing my best to find solace in friends It’s not enough, for all I can see The one I want, isn’t here with me The pain is almost too much to bear My love, my life, is no longer there. And then I hear it, the brave ones they call Their vibrant voices echo from down the hall. Finally, it hits me, and I can clearly see In them, is a big part of you and me. That was my contribution to the Rhyming Poetry Campfire.
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