I say both.:)
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Sentimental Mental-ness
I can hear her back there pretending. She supposed to be sleeping.
A few moments ago, I walked past her bedroom and she was sitting at the edge of her bed. There, in the closet-light-is-still-on darkness, sat a vivid, curly-headed blonde three year old dressed in sleevless panda stamped jammies, wearing a black, tassel adorned, velvet beret that she obviously fetched out of the dress-up clothes basket in the closet. She sat there, looking a little sad, maybe even lonely, in that black hat. Her sister is already fast asleep, nestled in a cloud-like feather comforter. I wondered in that flash of a second what My Little One could possibly be thinking as she pondered on the edge of the bed.
Tonight, when I arrived home from work, My Little One was adorned in princess-wear. She had a golden tiara, pink laced and bejeweled. She floated around the house in her satin white dress that My Eldest wore as a flower girl in a wedding five years ago. Tiny pink ballet slippers covered My Little One's feet. Sitting upon her nose were the hugest, sparkliest, pinkest, cat eye shaped sunglasses. "We have a play for you, Mommy! Come sit down!" She pulled at my hand after I set down the bag of groceries, my purse and my canvas bag.
My Eldest was dressed like a pirate. She had tied a zebra print bandana 'round her head and wore a typical skull and crossbones pirate's hat.
The imganitions of these two are nothing short of amazing. My family was all royally entertained in a span of three minutes witnessing a full story of a princess wanting to see life outside the castle, sailing the oceans blue, conquering a sea monster and returning home safely. The pirate turned out to be a narrator, and when needed, a devoted princess protector.
Tonight was one of those especially golden moments when I was both so happy and ever sad. These days are numbered and I don't get nearly enough of them. Yet, the ones I *do* get, I treasure! Plus, it's SO RARE to see them GET ALONG together! It made me go back and look at old pictures of my kids. You know what THAT means.... *whisper* tears. Yeah. They came and came and are still coming.
I don't know why God picked ME to be the woman to receive these two exquiste, smart and bubbly children, but I could not be more humbled and thankful....
A few moments ago, I walked past her bedroom and she was sitting at the edge of her bed. There, in the closet-light-is-still-on darkness, sat a vivid, curly-headed blonde three year old dressed in sleevless panda stamped jammies, wearing a black, tassel adorned, velvet beret that she obviously fetched out of the dress-up clothes basket in the closet. She sat there, looking a little sad, maybe even lonely, in that black hat. Her sister is already fast asleep, nestled in a cloud-like feather comforter. I wondered in that flash of a second what My Little One could possibly be thinking as she pondered on the edge of the bed.
Tonight, when I arrived home from work, My Little One was adorned in princess-wear. She had a golden tiara, pink laced and bejeweled. She floated around the house in her satin white dress that My Eldest wore as a flower girl in a wedding five years ago. Tiny pink ballet slippers covered My Little One's feet. Sitting upon her nose were the hugest, sparkliest, pinkest, cat eye shaped sunglasses. "We have a play for you, Mommy! Come sit down!" She pulled at my hand after I set down the bag of groceries, my purse and my canvas bag.
My Eldest was dressed like a pirate. She had tied a zebra print bandana 'round her head and wore a typical skull and crossbones pirate's hat.
The imganitions of these two are nothing short of amazing. My family was all royally entertained in a span of three minutes witnessing a full story of a princess wanting to see life outside the castle, sailing the oceans blue, conquering a sea monster and returning home safely. The pirate turned out to be a narrator, and when needed, a devoted princess protector.
Tonight was one of those especially golden moments when I was both so happy and ever sad. These days are numbered and I don't get nearly enough of them. Yet, the ones I *do* get, I treasure! Plus, it's SO RARE to see them GET ALONG together! It made me go back and look at old pictures of my kids. You know what THAT means.... *whisper* tears. Yeah. They came and came and are still coming.
I don't know why God picked ME to be the woman to receive these two exquiste, smart and bubbly children, but I could not be more humbled and thankful....
Monday, May 25, 2009
Weekly Word of the Weak: Perspicacious
That's a twenty dollar word if I ever heard one!
–adjective
1. having keen mental perception and understanding; discerning
I read that in a Facebook status message of all things. And it was part of the definition of a True Hispanic.
Couldn't it apply to *anyone* being a True {insert your own thingie here} Blogger (ahem).
–adjective
1. having keen mental perception and understanding; discerning
I read that in a Facebook status message of all things. And it was part of the definition of a True Hispanic.
Couldn't it apply to *anyone* being a True {insert your own thingie here} Blogger (ahem).
Prayers for Him
My First, My Nephew, is graduating from high school soon. My Mom and I are traveling to Ohio to see him walk the stage later this week and I couldn't be more swollen with pride, joy, anticipation and reminiscence.
I pray and wish for him good things. I pray for him hardships and pain, and the wisdom gained from these trials. I pray for him humility and moderation. I pray for him his success and happiness found only in God's Will or the Universe or Whatever Exists Bigger Than Us.
He makes movies. He writes, directs, edits, produces, composes - the whole gamut. Of course, I want him to go to Hollywood and become a kajillionaire making slasher movies because he likes making movies. But it should come through a combination of his wit, charm, talent and hard work, striving to be a better version of himself along the way; NOT for the fame and fortune and ego-centric platitudes. Along the way, he should trip and skin his knee and bear the scar with pride when he mounts that peak of success in This World. Should he not know when he's at the peak, I pray he trusts that no matter what, he is exactly where he is supposed to be.
May he leave a legacy of truth and respect, of honor and humor. May his life have a lasting effect on humanity, whether it be through mass success, or by the fatherly caressing and responsible nurturing of his future child.
May he always be a man, a gentleman, a gentle man. Hold open doors, pull out chairs, let her enter first into a room. Take her hand when she needs help up, and if she refuses it, never stop offering.
He's a good kid, destined to be a mighty man.
I love you, Nephew!
Happy Graduation!
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Weekly Word of the Weak:Vascillate
Like "oscillate", "vascillate" is one of my favorite words. Basically it means to waver between one thing to the next. Here is the more technical definition.
verb (used without object), -lat⋅ed, -lat⋅ing.
1. to waver in mind or opinion; be indecisive or irresolute: His tendency to vacillate makes him a poor leader.
2. to sway unsteadily; waver; totter; stagger.
3. to oscillate or fluctuate.
I am in the midst of this action. I do it sometimes in the context of my spiritualism. As much as I love my faith and Trust the Process, I sometimes find myself in a moment of time, checking out of the conversation at hand and thinking to myself, "why does this even matter?".
It sounds more cruel and heartless than I mean it to be when typed out like that. Truly, it's not a matter of me being bored of what you're telling me. Nor is it a matter of me ignoring you. Rather, I question. It's what I do. My mom even said it to me earlier tonight, "You and your dad. Your mind is always going. Random things, always going." She's right.
I am vasciallating between what my every day purpose is and how it plays a role in the saving of the world. Ultimately, I believe we all have a role in saving the world, even though I have a limited capacity in what 'saving the world' could possibly mean. There's no way I could fathom 'saving the world'.
Yet, I feel called to leave an impressive legacy. Tonight, at the American Jewish Congress Women of Spirit Awards, I heard one recipient say: Strong families grow strong people. So true! I even wrote it down in my red book that I carry with me everywhere for moments just like tonight. So, back to that legacy. Yeah, I want my children to be real contributors in the world. I want my family to be talked about among the community. No, I don't expect recognition. I would hide in a cave is someone publicly acknowledge our volunteerism, our impact on relationships, whatever the case may be. But I want people to meet me, to meet my family, and walk away feeling more complete, more loved, MORE than they were before they met any of us. You know why? Because when I meet people, *I* feel MORE. I'm bigger in my heart. My soul is more profound. My behavior is more tempered. My words are kinder. I need to feel that energy. By absorbing it, I'm able to re-introduce it into The Mighty Universe and reciprocate that energy.
Then, I wake up. Shower. Make a lunch for My Eldest. Get her ready and off to school. Take my vitamins and supplements. I interact with co-workers, friends, family, royalty owners, whomever. I do my filing. I type on a keyboard. I clean my house, the lawn gets mowed, y'know, just the mundane. The monotony of life, that which is bane. Why? WHY do I DO these things? What do they matter? For a few years now, my answer to these question is "...because they are necessary so that the world can be saved."
Is that true? Do I really need to know if its true? Because if I knew. would I change the way I act and behave? Would I fear even more and laugh even less?
What's the purpose of making my bed?....of waking my kids up to go to school?
I'm rambling....and getting nowhere. Sounds like my bed is calling me, so I'm going to scurry off and rest. Hopefully I won't vascillate, as I so often do, between good sleep and sleeplessness.
BTW -- the questions in this blog are rhetorical. No need to answer, but I welcome any feedback.
WHOOSH!
verb (used without object), -lat⋅ed, -lat⋅ing.
1. to waver in mind or opinion; be indecisive or irresolute: His tendency to vacillate makes him a poor leader.
2. to sway unsteadily; waver; totter; stagger.
3. to oscillate or fluctuate.
I am in the midst of this action. I do it sometimes in the context of my spiritualism. As much as I love my faith and Trust the Process, I sometimes find myself in a moment of time, checking out of the conversation at hand and thinking to myself, "why does this even matter?".
It sounds more cruel and heartless than I mean it to be when typed out like that. Truly, it's not a matter of me being bored of what you're telling me. Nor is it a matter of me ignoring you. Rather, I question. It's what I do. My mom even said it to me earlier tonight, "You and your dad. Your mind is always going. Random things, always going." She's right.
I am vasciallating between what my every day purpose is and how it plays a role in the saving of the world. Ultimately, I believe we all have a role in saving the world, even though I have a limited capacity in what 'saving the world' could possibly mean. There's no way I could fathom 'saving the world'.
Yet, I feel called to leave an impressive legacy. Tonight, at the American Jewish Congress Women of Spirit Awards, I heard one recipient say: Strong families grow strong people. So true! I even wrote it down in my red book that I carry with me everywhere for moments just like tonight. So, back to that legacy. Yeah, I want my children to be real contributors in the world. I want my family to be talked about among the community. No, I don't expect recognition. I would hide in a cave is someone publicly acknowledge our volunteerism, our impact on relationships, whatever the case may be. But I want people to meet me, to meet my family, and walk away feeling more complete, more loved, MORE than they were before they met any of us. You know why? Because when I meet people, *I* feel MORE. I'm bigger in my heart. My soul is more profound. My behavior is more tempered. My words are kinder. I need to feel that energy. By absorbing it, I'm able to re-introduce it into The Mighty Universe and reciprocate that energy.
Then, I wake up. Shower. Make a lunch for My Eldest. Get her ready and off to school. Take my vitamins and supplements. I interact with co-workers, friends, family, royalty owners, whomever. I do my filing. I type on a keyboard. I clean my house, the lawn gets mowed, y'know, just the mundane. The monotony of life, that which is bane. Why? WHY do I DO these things? What do they matter? For a few years now, my answer to these question is "...because they are necessary so that the world can be saved."
Is that true? Do I really need to know if its true? Because if I knew. would I change the way I act and behave? Would I fear even more and laugh even less?
What's the purpose of making my bed?....of waking my kids up to go to school?
I'm rambling....and getting nowhere. Sounds like my bed is calling me, so I'm going to scurry off and rest. Hopefully I won't vascillate, as I so often do, between good sleep and sleeplessness.
BTW -- the questions in this blog are rhetorical. No need to answer, but I welcome any feedback.
WHOOSH!
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Allen Americans
MORE minor league hockey is coming to the Metroplex! LOVE IT!
Welcome the Allen Americans! Allen is a little closer to my house than North Richland Hills (Home of the Cup-Winning Texas Brahmas).
I'm already looking forward to next year while enjoying the NHL's Stanley Cup Playoffs. Since I don't like pro hoops, golf or baseball, this is the only fix I can get until Cowboys mini-camp. Such a dry spell over the summer, but oh well, I do have a family. hahahaha
Welcome the Allen Americans! Allen is a little closer to my house than North Richland Hills (Home of the Cup-Winning Texas Brahmas).
I'm already looking forward to next year while enjoying the NHL's Stanley Cup Playoffs. Since I don't like pro hoops, golf or baseball, this is the only fix I can get until Cowboys mini-camp. Such a dry spell over the summer, but oh well, I do have a family. hahahaha
Sunday, May 10, 2009
HMD
Happy Mother's Day out there to all you mothers - young and old, new and experienced. Happy Mother's Day to the Godmothers of the world, and to the women who desire to have children and yet haven't. I know that you are nuturing in a loving way, in a maternal way, in your magical way that is perfect by God's design.
To my mom, I love you. Happy birthday eve. I'm glad your friends are in town, and wish you all the best of fun! You are in so many ways my heroine.
And, without the Holy Virgin Mother, none of us would be in the position of be a mom, have a mom, issue motherly accolades to whomever we look to as our 'mother'. Happy Mother's Day, Mary.
To my mom, I love you. Happy birthday eve. I'm glad your friends are in town, and wish you all the best of fun! You are in so many ways my heroine.
And, without the Holy Virgin Mother, none of us would be in the position of be a mom, have a mom, issue motherly accolades to whomever we look to as our 'mother'. Happy Mother's Day, Mary.
Wednesday, May 06, 2009
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