Thursday, October 27, 2005

Five hundred, Twenty five thousand, six hundred minutes...

How Do you measure a year?

Wow. You know, I am OLD now, so I must reflect before I get so old I can't remember...

Here are a few things I have learned in the past five hundred, twenty five thousand, six hundred minutes...

*I actually Do like all kinds of music... and itunes rocks.
*Songs from itunes are not really 99 cents if you include tax.
*No matter what you have experienced in life, someone can top it.
*Some people are just down-right mean. Sometimes it really isn't me, it is them.
*Switching checking accounts is just as fun as having a tooth pulled.
*New cars smell like new car for a long long time.
*BT looks HOT in medieval wear.
*Bangalore is in India and even though they have diseases, they still have computer emergencies.
*Little red headed boys grow up, like it or not.
*Teenagers are pretty funny and have a lot to say if only you will ask the RIGHT questions and listen, really listen.
*I am not as smart as I think I am.
*Hula Boola is alive and well in our house.
*Putting skirting on a trailer house is as hard as it looks.
*I actually do like to work out.
*Craps is fun when someone else does the math.
*Pirates are really important.
*RLP chat is addictive.
*The real way to say it is... EXTRAGAVANT... :)
*Shallow pockets and bathroom visits are no good for cell phones.
*Parties can come in a box and make a big difference.
*BT is an awesome writer...
*If God continues to ask you to serve, you have to start saying YES.
*I am beloved. I am a child of God. I have been called by name. I have been charged to do better, to grow, and to love.
*Everyone else is a child of God, beloved and called.... like them or not.

Wow! What a year! Thanks friends, not only for the awesome birthday wishes, but for being a part of my life. I may not have known you a whole year, I may have known you my whole life, it may just feel like I have known you forever. No matter what, I thank you for making me who I am. You challenge me, love me, laugh with me, and make me better. For that, I am thankful.

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

Zoom Song... Guest blogger... My MOM!!!

My birthday isn't until Thursday, but Mom is going to be out of town on my birthday and I wanted her to see her blog entry before she left!
Thanks to my mom for this dedication. :) I love it!





I was invited by “Suz” to keep the birthday “ZOOMS” going.
She was almost born on Halloween but missed it a few days.
I should know, I was there. Recently someone (I didn’t
know at all) told me that because of something she saw me
do, I was her HERO. I’m afraid I told her she was hard up
for heroes.---Not a kind thing to say to someone.

I have a HERO. I’ve known her all her life.

A few of her HEROIC qualities I can take some slight credit
for but some are purely her own. She is her own person.

*She holds really strong beliefs. You can talk to her and
give her another side of an issue, but it is difficult to
shake the opinion that she has thought about and has made
her own.
*She is a gifted teacher. She has an innate ability to
know what to do for a student (child or adult) who needs
help. Her empathy draws children to her and she is
respected by students, parents and educators alike.
*She’s a computer geek. When her family has computer
trouble, she is the one we turn to. She didn’t read
manuals or take lessons she just “played” and learned on
her own. She even found her wonderful husband online. She
helps friends and co-workers when asked. She does
presentations to colleagues using the latest techniques.
But ............her most heroic quality is that
*She is a good friend. She knits scarves for friends
to take to Russia, she worries about her friends, she cries
with her friends, she helps, she encourages, she bullies,
she buys (or makes) them gifts. She wants her friends to
be as happy as she is. When her friends disappoint her,
she continues to wish them well.

Now by this time you might think I’m talking about a saint.
As with all heroes, she has her Achilles heels.

------She doesn’t suffer fools. Stupidity can really
irritate her and she has trouble dealing with stupid rules
or those who apply them.
------She is a name caller. Most of her name calling is in
fun. Some names she makes up, but she has had her name
calling moments that might not be in fun.
------She gets her feelings hurt. She expects
professionalism and coutesy from those with whom she works.
At times her expectations are too high and she gets hurt.
She gets over it, but slowly.
-------She likes to be in control.. She would like to be
in charge of organizing and arranging everything. Not that
she has the time or energy to do it, but she “knows how
things should be done” and thinks people should do things
the right (her) way. I think she is working on this one.

If I thought they would get into this blog, I’d put a
picture or two here of the girl I remember as a child, but
I’m sure they would be censored before you read it.
(Because I dressed her funny)
Needless to say I’m proud of this birhday girl and wish her
many, many more Happy Birthdays.
Captain Zoom says to you--- “ It’s your birthday --I’m in
charge of the stars and I’m here to say ,You’re the big
star --today.”
Love ya’ kid,
Mom

Monday, October 24, 2005

For Ginger...

Because Patty Griffin speaks to my heart.
Because I love you and that family of yours...
Because the little dreams we dream are all we can really do.


Kite
Patty Griffin

The Sunday after, there was laughter in the air
Everybody had a kite they were flying everywhere
And all the trouble went away and it wasn't just a dream
All the trouble went away, and it wasn't just a dream

In the middle of the night
We try and try with all our might
To light a little light down here
In the middle of the night
We dream of a million kites
Flying high above the sadness and the fear

Little sister, just remember as you wander through the blue
The little kite that you sent flying on a Sunday afternoon
Made of something light as nothing
Made of joy that matters too
How the little dreams we dream are all we can really do

In the middle of the night
The world turns with all its might
A little diamond, colored blue
In the middle of the night
We keep sending little kites
Until a little light gets through