Saturday, May 31, 2008
I have been chained to my desk this past week. Covered in last minute request, five months of backed up work, and lots of paperwork. All this to spend a workless week in the beautiful land of... Lake Tahoe!
I can't wait. We leave this weekend and I am so excited. The drive up is long and tiring but beautiful.
We are returning to this spacious town home across from the lake, oh joy!
I can't wait.
My nephew spent the night with me last night. He almost two and is so hyper. I have never seen a kid this hyper. He is constantly jumping and chattering and making noises and he is interested in everything. To top it off he has a fear of nothing... well almost nothing. He does get scared of dark hallways and the little straw snakes that crawl when you drop your drink from the straw on them. lol.
Anyway, he's learning his colors and blue (bwoo) and purple (Pupal) are his favorite right now. He is also trying out sign language. Did I brag enough? Well to add to it, he is taking horse riding lessons and joining the gym! All before he turns two!
For his first sleep over he did great. I'll share some pictures of my boy angel when I get back.
I'm off to a beautiful sun, pine, and tourist city. I'll see you, my friends, next week.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
We headed off to the train, halfway there we realized it wasn't as close as we thought. We walked and walked and walked and finally reached the train.
(cutest kiddies on the train)We got on, looped around, laughed at some poor guy on a bike that was falling in the lake, waved at strangers, made several "choo choo" sounds and then came back to take pictures with the train.
On the way back we stopped to look at the ponies. One pony was... to put it nicely, exposed. We were back to ushering the kids along. No "curious little boy" questions came up, thank God.
My little charge, the mini hulk, was so sleepy so I offered my old lady back. Over long grassy areas and up hills until we were back at the picnic site.
By then, I was done. I sprawled out in my chair and bundled up. I chatted with my friends until we had to move our chairs to a hill for the outdoor service.
By then my teeth were chattering so bad that I bit my tongue. Here comes our music director, "you up for singing?" Sure. Try carrying a tune while your teeth are chattering. Not great.
Once we were on the hill and singing in the open air I begin to warm up. It was so beautiful and peaceful.
God seemed closer there. Surrounded by his creation, everyone bundled up and singing as cars passed by, stopping to see what was happening.
What a wonderful Memorial Day Weekend. Today my muscles are still screaming but I wouldn't have done anything different.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
"This is the first of what I optimistically hope will become Friday recommendations of books we love but might have forgotten over the years. I have asked several people to help me by also remembering a favorite book. Their blog sites are listed below. I also asked each of them to tag someone to recommend a book for next Friday. I'm worried great books of the recent past are sliding out of print and out of our consciousness. Not the first-tier classics we all can name, but the books that come next."
Streiker Saga by Robin Hardy.
Romance, Suspense, & Action
He had a lot to offer, but his terms were high. What would you do if you received the offer of a lifetime--marriage to a billionaire--with one catch: you had to make up your mind without ever seeing him? When lowly bank teller Adair Weiss receives such an offer from reclusive philanthropist Fletcher Streiker, she is dumbfounded and disbelieving: Why me? What does he know about me? What does he want? Rejecting his offer would mean the end of her dream of dancing. But accepting it would change her life in ways she never guessed. . . .
There are two more books following this, all about Adair Weiss and Fletcher Streiker. The hidden meaning is very clear after you read book 1. These books were written so well and will reach right in and touch you, making you open your eyes to the what the author was trying to bring across. I can't say enough about this Saga, read them for yourself and you'll know what I'm ranting about.
Buy the Book Here - Amazon
I tag Catherine at the Queens Castle for next Friday's Book Recommendation. She has been seriously reading since... I was in diapers. lol.. I am sure she'll come up with a great recommendation.
I picked a winner by drawing a name out of a cup for the Yada Yada Prayer Group...
Drum Roll, please....
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
(Birds eye view of Twin Lakes, CA)
Friday, May 16, 2008
You're feeling: Tired
To your left: Paper
On your mind: Reading
Last meal included: Pepperoni
You sometimes find it hard to: Socialize
The weather: Warm
Something you have a collection of: Rocks (Becky, your not the only one!)
A smell that cheers you up: Fireplaces starting up in the Fall
A smell that can ruin your mood: My dogs, ahem, body odors.
How long since you last shaved: Last week. I was blessed with a smidgen Indian Blood, My mother has never had to shave, ever!
The current state of your hair: Kinda limp, needs some care.
The largest item on your desk/workspace (not computer): A looming stack of papers
Your skill with chopsticks: Very bad, I've stained more than one shirt.
Which section you head for first in a bookstore: inspirational fiction
Something you're craving: Filet Mignon
Your general thoughts on the presidential race: Outrage
How many times have you been hospitalized this year: None
Favorite place to go for a quiet moment: Family Room
You've always secretly thought you'd be a good: Astronaut
Something that freaks you out a little: CATS
Something you've eaten too much of lately: Cheese
You have never: Had a haircut
You never want to: Cut my hair... lol
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Unfortunately I can't tell you what I thought of the book, scores are confidential.
I am giving away one book for now, Leave a comment over the next week and I'll pick a name, out of all 4 or 5 of you. lol. Make sure and leave an email address for me to contact you.
A devastating fire wakes up the Yadas to a new reality: God is on the move.
What I'd like to know is, why does God keep rearranging my comfort zone? It could have something to do with my Yada Yada prayer sisters, who aren't afraid to get in each other's faces and tend to expect big things from God.
But to move forward, sometimes we have to let go of what's behind. In spite of the loss of two dear friends. In spite of the breakup of a teenage love. In spite of the curse of HIV. In spite of prison time hanging over the head of a beloved child. In spite of fire consuming the hopes of those who have nothing.
Yet out of the ashes, God is doing a new thing! It's time for the Yadas to press on, pray on, and get rolling!
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
As I mentioned previously, My sister and I took my mother to see MAMMA MIA at the Pasadena Auditorium on Saturday. The show was better than expected, the music was played by a live orchestra. Incredible!
Earlier in the day we had a Tea for all the mothers and daughters in the Church. So fun and scrumptious. Afterwards we strolled the old town circle and did some cheese tasting and stopped for Gelato.
Sunday morning was spent with my Grandmother. We didn't get a chance to stay very long since we had a service that night. Mothers were honored and given a special gift. All in all, I believe my mother had a wonderful Mother's Day.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Mother love is the fuel that enables a normal human being to do the
impossible. ~Marion C. Garretty
Mother - that was the bank where we deposited all our hurts and
worries. ~T. DeWitt Talmage
Happy Mothers Day to all mothers reading this!
Friday, May 09, 2008
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
Look the blot over carefully. **Highlight the answers to reveal if you are mentally unstable or mentally stable.
I won't reveal what my answers were... BWA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!! If pictures are posted with me in a straight jacket, this may the reason. lol.
Good/Common Answers: "Bat, Butterfly"
Bad Answers: "Seeing the butterfly antennae as scissors or any cutting device is an indicator of a castration complex. Schizophrenics occasionally see moving people in this image. Seeing crocodile heads on the ends of the bat's wings indicates hostility."
This is a tough one.Good/Common Answers: "Fire, smoke, explosion, map, anatomy, flower."
Bad Answers: "Mushroom cloud on the centre line at top can indicate paranoia. Monsters or men fighting can indicate poor social development."
Monday, May 05, 2008
I decided to use a free template. Good idea? No! It looks good but it wiped me out. Everything that has been on my page for... months and months is now erased. Floating around in blog land. Evil Blog land. Argh.
I can't guarantee that my need for change has been fed. I may change this page again and wipe out my wonderful widgets and format, wonderful to me. I may complain all over again. I can't help myself.
Now I sit here, trying to remember what was on my blog... what did I fill it up with? What was so wonderful? Probably nothing worth searching for again. lol.
I am now having deja vu... I think I complained about my layout in December... I can now guarantee that this will not be the last you hear of it!
Petty, petty, petty - that's what this post is.
Friday, May 02, 2008
He recently noticed that he doesn't remember things very well and has marked this up to being a side effect of a new medication... I think he's the same just more aware that he doesn't pay attention.
This morning I noticed my mother around the kitchen puttering around. She seemed to be waiting on something. That's when I remembered, Dad was still asleep. We had been giggling earlier about Dad's "memory loss".
"Mom, Dad still asleep?"
"Yes.. he must be tired."
"Maybe he forgot to wake up?"
We laughed and laughed and I had to tell everyone that came by about my clever joke.
I received a call later on at work from my brother...
"Guess what happened to us this morning?" (he carpools with my Dad)
"I told Dad yesterday that he was on empty."
"I told him again this morning, 'Dad you need to get gas'. Dad looks over and says, 'uh we're out of gas'."
My brother had to walk two blocks to get gas... in his work clothes. These aren't just any work clothes. It looks like he stole these off a homeless persons back. His clothes are so bad that my sister-in-law said, "wouldn't it be funny if someone tried to give him money?"
My Dad's lack of memory is starting to become a joke instigator... Should I be laughing? Yes! This is pay back for not paying attention for the last... 25 years. Now he can't even pay attention to himself.
Dad, If your reading this... hopefully you won't remember by the time I see you.