Well readers, it's New Year's Eve and I'm still in Oklahoma, sucking up the loving from my niece and nephew. Most folks are probably busy making resolutions about the coming year. They are deciding to shape up, be better people, blah blah blah..
Not me.
Mostly because I've yet to meet someone who has actually KEPT their resolution. And also because I am in shape. Round is a shape.
Kidding aside, most of the things I want are out of my control. I want to live in the same state as my husband - more on that later. But its something I can't control. I want to buy a house, and start a family. But all that hinges on living in the same state as my husband - again, out of my control. So, I will set out some goals for the new year. Because this is the year that Mark and I start to set some roots and start up our home. So what can I do to prepare for that??
Goal #1: Get my body into baby making shape. I don't want to be skinny. So, I need to prepare my body to be a temple to the "tator tot" that will soon be conceived ("tator tot" comes from the joke that my brother has "beans" for babies - since he's still a Castro, and still Mexican. I'm now Irish, and the Irish are known for potatoes... yadda yadda yadda.. you get it..). I think I could stand to lose about 30 - 40 lbs.
Goal #2: Prepare my bank account for the incoming mortgage. To do this, I'm not sure what I'll do - most likely not purchase the things I really want, and stick with those things I really need.
Case in point: before Christmas I purchased the book "The Joy of Cooking". I was so excited for my purchase, that I stayed up until midnight the night I bought it, just skimming the pages. Because that is my crack cocaine: COOKBOOKS. Additionally, I purchased the book: Julie and Julia, which got me excited about cooking. Today, Mark and I went to Barnes & Noble, where I found Julia Child's "Mastering the Art of French Cooking". I sat in the aisle, opening the vintage blue cover and found myself growing excited. "I need this", I told myself. "Really?", I replied back to myself, "do you need this $40 cookbook, or do you need a house more?".
Damn.. Got me there.
"But I really really want this book"
"Where are you going to cook all these wonderful things? And for whom will you be cooking? Because Mark is still in California"
"Yes but I could practice until he gets here."
"Really? What about Joy of Cooking, mastered anything in that one yet? Cuz you really needed that one too."
Good point.
So - arguement with myself over (yes, I do that quite often), I put the book back. The glorious vintage recipes and ink drawings went back to the shelf. Which leaves me to my last goal:
Goal #3: Master Joy of Cooking. My reward will be Volume I of Mastering the Art of French Cooking.
I think in order to accomplish all of these, I will have to overcome one small barrier: Mind over Mattress. I need to get up earlier. I love more than anything to sleep in, especially on cold days, but I'm going to have to get up to accomplish all of these goals. Mostly because I need to get into work earlier. Then I can go to the gym for 30 mins of running (ugh.. I cringe just writing it). That will get me home in time to make dinner. And since there are only 3 of us at home eating, I'll have some for lunch, meaning I won't go out - saving time and money. I'll need your help here, readers. I'll need you to remind me of how important my goals are, and how all I need to do is overcome the "mind over mattress".
So maybe I have resolutions, but I fully intend to accomplish them this year. The year 2010 is the year for Mark and Anje. Our long term family goals will be accomplished! And it all starts on January 1!!
Happy New Year! Let's make it a great one!
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Thursday, December 10, 2009
No Christmas Cards This Year
It's our second Christmas as a married couple. And I think I've outdone myself this year - although Mark is sure to prove me wrong. I put a lot of thought into my gift giving this year.
My parents are coming out to Oklahoma from California. I can't believe it. Finally. They know Brianna pretty well, but they don't know Stephen and Shyanne at all. So to see them have fun together will be amazing to watch. Plus, Rachael's parents and my parents will finally meet. I think they'll get along splendidly. Time will tell..
What was I talking about before I digressed?? Oh yes: gift giving! We got each of the kids 3 gifts, plus I got to buy them gifts from my parents (so they don't have to ship). We picked names for the adults. I got my brother, Mark drew my dad, and my gramp drew Mark's name. So I got to buy gifts for Mark (from me and Gramp), my dad, and the kids. Plus, I got to nudge my mom on what to get for my gramp. I'm just really hoping everyone likes what they get, and that they realize this year is so special. It's special because it will be the first time that we will all be together as a family. Mom and Dad, their kids, and now their families. I'm relishing seeing my folks again. My dad and I usually do the Charger games during the season, but since I'm not there, I don't watch much football. So being able to just sit next to him and watch it on TV will have to be enough! Mom and I sit and talk and talk and talk ; then laugh and laugh and laugh - on the phone just isn't the same.
Christmas is supposed to be about being with family. Aunt Isy wrote in her Christmas letter this year that the best we can give others is the gift of our time. I read about my high school friend who battled cancer, and I realize that time is a gift. I exchange emails with new people I met after a mutual friend's suicide and I realize that time is a gift. But mostly, I think about my grandma, who passed away three years ago Thanksgiving. I think how much she would love to give her time with her great-grand babies; and I know time is a gift.
Since I've been attending church at Frisco, I've noticed little changes in myself. I've noticed that God sometimes asks me to do things. Not in the creepy "the voices told me to" kind of way. In the, "maybe I should send my brother a text right now so he knows that I'm thinking of him" kind of way. Used to be, I ignored those thoughts, and went about my way. Pastor Sandi's message one Sunday of "Don't ask me to do something God has called on you to do", just really hit home with me. So, I send my brother those messages. I tell my dad I love him every time I talk to him. And I call my Uncle Billy, just to ask him to help me with my new boots. I'm sure I could figure out the boots, but how cool that I get to hear about how to do it from my Uncle. I was just really compelled to do that.
Christmas is also a time to count your blessings. We should really do it all through the year, but Christmas is that magical time when I stop and really take inventory of all the things I have in my life. I have a wonderful husband, who takes good care of me. Our relationship isn't perfect, but I know that I can depend on him, and I love him so much. I have a fantastic family, an aunt who has opened her home and heart for me. I've got friends who take the time to keep in touch, even if I am living so far from them. I have my Libby kitty, who follows me all over the house. I have a great job, that pays me well, and keeps me busy. It's not my life's ambition, but I work with some truly fantastic individuals. And in all that, I try to keep love in my heart, and a smile on my face. Because when your life is as full as mine, you may not always get what you want (and ask Mark, I do still throw tantrums), but you certainly get what you need, and what God knows you should have.
So Merry Christmas, everyone. May your new year be merry, bright, and full of happiness!!
My parents are coming out to Oklahoma from California. I can't believe it. Finally. They know Brianna pretty well, but they don't know Stephen and Shyanne at all. So to see them have fun together will be amazing to watch. Plus, Rachael's parents and my parents will finally meet. I think they'll get along splendidly. Time will tell..
What was I talking about before I digressed?? Oh yes: gift giving! We got each of the kids 3 gifts, plus I got to buy them gifts from my parents (so they don't have to ship). We picked names for the adults. I got my brother, Mark drew my dad, and my gramp drew Mark's name. So I got to buy gifts for Mark (from me and Gramp), my dad, and the kids. Plus, I got to nudge my mom on what to get for my gramp. I'm just really hoping everyone likes what they get, and that they realize this year is so special. It's special because it will be the first time that we will all be together as a family. Mom and Dad, their kids, and now their families. I'm relishing seeing my folks again. My dad and I usually do the Charger games during the season, but since I'm not there, I don't watch much football. So being able to just sit next to him and watch it on TV will have to be enough! Mom and I sit and talk and talk and talk ; then laugh and laugh and laugh - on the phone just isn't the same.
Christmas is supposed to be about being with family. Aunt Isy wrote in her Christmas letter this year that the best we can give others is the gift of our time. I read about my high school friend who battled cancer, and I realize that time is a gift. I exchange emails with new people I met after a mutual friend's suicide and I realize that time is a gift. But mostly, I think about my grandma, who passed away three years ago Thanksgiving. I think how much she would love to give her time with her great-grand babies; and I know time is a gift.
Since I've been attending church at Frisco, I've noticed little changes in myself. I've noticed that God sometimes asks me to do things. Not in the creepy "the voices told me to" kind of way. In the, "maybe I should send my brother a text right now so he knows that I'm thinking of him" kind of way. Used to be, I ignored those thoughts, and went about my way. Pastor Sandi's message one Sunday of "Don't ask me to do something God has called on you to do", just really hit home with me. So, I send my brother those messages. I tell my dad I love him every time I talk to him. And I call my Uncle Billy, just to ask him to help me with my new boots. I'm sure I could figure out the boots, but how cool that I get to hear about how to do it from my Uncle. I was just really compelled to do that.
Christmas is also a time to count your blessings. We should really do it all through the year, but Christmas is that magical time when I stop and really take inventory of all the things I have in my life. I have a wonderful husband, who takes good care of me. Our relationship isn't perfect, but I know that I can depend on him, and I love him so much. I have a fantastic family, an aunt who has opened her home and heart for me. I've got friends who take the time to keep in touch, even if I am living so far from them. I have my Libby kitty, who follows me all over the house. I have a great job, that pays me well, and keeps me busy. It's not my life's ambition, but I work with some truly fantastic individuals. And in all that, I try to keep love in my heart, and a smile on my face. Because when your life is as full as mine, you may not always get what you want (and ask Mark, I do still throw tantrums), but you certainly get what you need, and what God knows you should have.
So Merry Christmas, everyone. May your new year be merry, bright, and full of happiness!!
Friday, November 20, 2009
Finding Closure
In the midst of the past few days, I've been struggling to find closure with my friend, Joe's suicide. I've shared emails with his sister and his friends. I've shared with my aunt, my pastor, and a couple close friends. I think that while I talked and shared, what I was really searching for was an answer to the very basic question: WHY??
Joe's co-worker, Kari, and I have been exchanging emails quite a bit. I received an email from a friend of Joe's who wasn't on that fateful email notification. In all of it, I learned tidbits of information that I didn't know about Joe. I didn't know that Dickens, his beloved cat, died of heatstroke, after Joe attempted to cure him with home remedies. I didn't know that the same vet told him that he'd killed his own cat. I didn't know that while taking the train one day, he'd been assaulted. That he was beaten up badly. I didn't know that he'd been laid off from St. Baldricks, and that he'd found new work, but he didn't like it at all. I didn't know that he served several years in the Irish military. These and various other facts; all things I didn't know.
So why did Joe put my name on that email? Why did God fate me to cross paths with this person? I believe that people are put into you life for a reason, so what was his reasoning in crossing our lives?
I don't have any answers. And even though I scour the notes sent to me from his friends and acquaintences, the reality is, I may never know. Maybe that is the most frustrating part - not knowing. I hadn't spoken to Joe in quite some time, and in fact didn't know a lot about what was going on with him. Perhaps I should have called more often, or perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. Today, in this moment, all I can do is pray for healing for his family. And today, I can tell you a really funny story about my friend, Joe Kelly from Ireland. Today, I will choose to stop being angry with him, and I will be at peace that the hurt he was feeling is over, and mostly, I will thank God that he brought him into my life.
Joe's co-worker, Kari, and I have been exchanging emails quite a bit. I received an email from a friend of Joe's who wasn't on that fateful email notification. In all of it, I learned tidbits of information that I didn't know about Joe. I didn't know that Dickens, his beloved cat, died of heatstroke, after Joe attempted to cure him with home remedies. I didn't know that the same vet told him that he'd killed his own cat. I didn't know that while taking the train one day, he'd been assaulted. That he was beaten up badly. I didn't know that he'd been laid off from St. Baldricks, and that he'd found new work, but he didn't like it at all. I didn't know that he served several years in the Irish military. These and various other facts; all things I didn't know.
So why did Joe put my name on that email? Why did God fate me to cross paths with this person? I believe that people are put into you life for a reason, so what was his reasoning in crossing our lives?
I don't have any answers. And even though I scour the notes sent to me from his friends and acquaintences, the reality is, I may never know. Maybe that is the most frustrating part - not knowing. I hadn't spoken to Joe in quite some time, and in fact didn't know a lot about what was going on with him. Perhaps I should have called more often, or perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. Today, in this moment, all I can do is pray for healing for his family. And today, I can tell you a really funny story about my friend, Joe Kelly from Ireland. Today, I will choose to stop being angry with him, and I will be at peace that the hurt he was feeling is over, and mostly, I will thank God that he brought him into my life.
Friday, November 13, 2009
My friend, Joe
This week has just been the pits, really.
Back before I met Mark, I was involved with an organization called the Long Beach Jay Cees. I was elected to the board to do community type events. Early on, I had a run in with the president, and needless to say, my efforts with the Jay Cees ended with her ultimatum to me: my way or the highway. Not one to bow down to someone I don't agree with, I took the highway. While on board, I met an Irishman named Joe Kelly. He was here from Ireland, had been married to an American, but their marriage ended up in a nasty divorce. He was working with the Long Beach Symphony, and had managed to get us in to see a couple shows. When I parted the Jay Cees, Joe parted as well. Turns out he didn't take kindly to bullies either, and voila, a friendship was formed. Joe needed a volunteer, and I needed a new cause. So I started volunteering with the symphony. I would arrive before the show started, sit at a table, and do whatever it was that Joe needed me to do. Usually, I answered questions, passed out pamphlets, or gave directions. Joe would go off, doing whatever it was that he did, visiting with patrons, and making sure all was well. Every once in a while, he would come over and whisper to me about such and such patron who was a big wig in the community. Or we'd gawk at the outrageous outfits. But we certainly had a good time. I think I was with them for about 2 years while Joe was there.
Then Joe was fired.
I was horrified. I couldn't believe that they could treat him so horribly. I got an email with the horrible news, and I put Mark to work. One of his friends is an employment lawyer, and I was on a mission to right Joe's wrong. The person who did this - and I do remember who he is - was going rue the day he'd messed with my friend Joe, who worked so hard for so very little. And he was fired for no reason other than he'd asked for a raise. Joe decided he didn't want to pursue the legal path, but it didn't stop me. I didn't go back to volunteer with them. I did go back to Crescendo (their big fundraiser) a few times while Joe also volunteered. But I didn't go to performances, nor did I volunteer for the aforementioned person who fired Joe. Jerk.
So, Joe and I didn't get to see one another for some time after that. We'd talk sometimes, or we'd email. We connected on myspace. I'd get the occasional joke, or I'd forward one off.
On Monday morning, I sat at my desk, and opened up my email. Never in my wildest imagination would I have guessed what was waiting for me. Never could I have guessed what I was preparing to read. Nothing prepared me for it.
It was just before 9 am. I opened my email, and deleted one facebook message. The next email, I opened, was from my friend, Joe Kelly. And this is how it started, "Dear Friends, By the time you are reading this, I will have left this earth, and hopefully my soul will have passed to a better place."
At first, I thought it was some kind of joke, or maybe one of those inspirational emails. But the flags were waving and the buzzing was going in my head.
Joe was telling us, there were several on the email, that we were receiving this email because we somehow made a difference in his life. He goes on to try and explain why he has decided to take his own life. He talks about being broken, emotionally and spiritually. And my head, as I am reading, is just reeling. Because, this can't be real, and it can't be happening. My friend, Joe, the fun loving Irishman, who cracked me up with stories of his cat, Dickens, can NOT be telling me that he's going to kill himself. Right? I mean, that's not reality. Is it?
Unfortunately, it was reality. It was cold reality. I had no idea what to do. After reading it, Mark came online, and I frantically IM'd him (praying that he wouldn't be too busy to respond). "Mark, Joe Kelly is going to kill himself - what do I do??". Mark told me to call the police and give them as much information as I could.
Now I was on a mission. "It's not too late", I told myself over and over, "he'll be fine, and we'll find him, and I'll fly home this weekend if I have to talk sense into him.. and he's just crying out for help.. we'll find him.. it's not too late".
This is the conversation I had with Officer Alvarez from the LAPD:
OA: Does Joseph have a middle name?
me: I don't think so, but I don't know.
OA: OK. What's his address?
me: I don't know - he used to live in San Pedro somewhere.
OA: Do you know where?
me: No, I've never been there.
OA: OK. What's his phone number?
me: I don't know.
OA: What's his birthday?
me: I don't know.
OA: What kind of car does he drive?
me: I don't know.
OA: Ma'am, you're not giving us a lot to go on, what do you know?
me: I know that my friend Joe sent me an email that he's going to kill himself, that's what I do know.
After several phone calls with Officer Alvarez at the LAPD, it was confirmed that Joe did, in fact, commit suicide. He did it at the Fort MacArthur Museum in San Pedro. He had been living in Pasadena.
In the midst of all this, I was at work. I had to get some projects done. But I just couldn't function. People would come over to talk to me, and I just couldn't process what they had said. My friend, Joe, was all alone, and he was dead, and I just couldn't process that. I couldn't wrap my brain around it. I re-read his email dozens of times. Others on the email train began writing back - had anyone heard anything, is it true, what's the status, etc. Then it turned to questions of a memorial and his family, and what will happen to his new kitty, Vibi (turns out Dickens must have passed, because he didn't have him anymore - another tidbit I didn't know).
Mostly, all the what-ifs come out. What if I had been a better friend to him? What if I called more often? What if I knew his birthday? What if .. What if.. What if.. Your head tells you, there is nothing that can be done. He was in such a place where this was his last resort, and he was going to do it no matter what, and no one could have stopped him.
But my heart tells a completely different story. How could I not know his birthday, or his phone number? What kind of friend doesn't know that basic information? My heart aches for this person that I thought I was friend to, but I really wasn't. No, maybe I didn't drive him to this, he obviously had a lot going on that I didn't know about. But I can't help but be tortured. Every night this week, I go to sleep, thinking about my friend Joe. I just don't understand the pain he was in. I can't fathom feeling that alone, or feeling the need to take myself out of this world. I just don't get that. And I'm angry with Joe for doing this. For sending me an email telling me he was leaving, and I don't get any say. I'm angry at myself for not making his friendship more of a priority.
And wouldn't you know it. I'm feeling sad on the drive home from work on Tuesday, and I've worked myself into a real tizzy, and guess who calls? My BFF, Barry. "Hey, haven't heard from you, and I just want to see how you're doing". I mean really - someone's hand was in that act of friendship. And so I unloaded on Barry - everything that happened, and how I was feeling, and what was going on. And Barry just listened. Because that's what Barry does. He just takes it all in, and once you're ready, he'll tell you what you need to hear. Maybe that's what Joe was trying to teach me - keep up with others.
Because you never know when they won't be there.
So now, I end with a pause to my friend, Joseph Martin Kelly. I stop and remember the hilarious light up antlers he wore at the holiday show every year. I remember having dinner with him at the Auld Dubliner. I remember the crazy stories he told, like when they were building up downtown Long Beach, and all the toilets were on balconies of the new high rise apartments. The stories of Dickens, who attacked Joe quite frequently, but picked the winners of the email drawings by sitting on the winning entry. I remember this man for the funny, interesting person that I shared talks with. And I thank God for blessing me with my short time with him.
Maybe now, Joe you will find peace. And now you know, you were never broken, and you never needed to be fixed.
Back before I met Mark, I was involved with an organization called the Long Beach Jay Cees. I was elected to the board to do community type events. Early on, I had a run in with the president, and needless to say, my efforts with the Jay Cees ended with her ultimatum to me: my way or the highway. Not one to bow down to someone I don't agree with, I took the highway. While on board, I met an Irishman named Joe Kelly. He was here from Ireland, had been married to an American, but their marriage ended up in a nasty divorce. He was working with the Long Beach Symphony, and had managed to get us in to see a couple shows. When I parted the Jay Cees, Joe parted as well. Turns out he didn't take kindly to bullies either, and voila, a friendship was formed. Joe needed a volunteer, and I needed a new cause. So I started volunteering with the symphony. I would arrive before the show started, sit at a table, and do whatever it was that Joe needed me to do. Usually, I answered questions, passed out pamphlets, or gave directions. Joe would go off, doing whatever it was that he did, visiting with patrons, and making sure all was well. Every once in a while, he would come over and whisper to me about such and such patron who was a big wig in the community. Or we'd gawk at the outrageous outfits. But we certainly had a good time. I think I was with them for about 2 years while Joe was there.
Then Joe was fired.
I was horrified. I couldn't believe that they could treat him so horribly. I got an email with the horrible news, and I put Mark to work. One of his friends is an employment lawyer, and I was on a mission to right Joe's wrong. The person who did this - and I do remember who he is - was going rue the day he'd messed with my friend Joe, who worked so hard for so very little. And he was fired for no reason other than he'd asked for a raise. Joe decided he didn't want to pursue the legal path, but it didn't stop me. I didn't go back to volunteer with them. I did go back to Crescendo (their big fundraiser) a few times while Joe also volunteered. But I didn't go to performances, nor did I volunteer for the aforementioned person who fired Joe. Jerk.
So, Joe and I didn't get to see one another for some time after that. We'd talk sometimes, or we'd email. We connected on myspace. I'd get the occasional joke, or I'd forward one off.
On Monday morning, I sat at my desk, and opened up my email. Never in my wildest imagination would I have guessed what was waiting for me. Never could I have guessed what I was preparing to read. Nothing prepared me for it.
It was just before 9 am. I opened my email, and deleted one facebook message. The next email, I opened, was from my friend, Joe Kelly. And this is how it started, "Dear Friends, By the time you are reading this, I will have left this earth, and hopefully my soul will have passed to a better place."
At first, I thought it was some kind of joke, or maybe one of those inspirational emails. But the flags were waving and the buzzing was going in my head.
Joe was telling us, there were several on the email, that we were receiving this email because we somehow made a difference in his life. He goes on to try and explain why he has decided to take his own life. He talks about being broken, emotionally and spiritually. And my head, as I am reading, is just reeling. Because, this can't be real, and it can't be happening. My friend, Joe, the fun loving Irishman, who cracked me up with stories of his cat, Dickens, can NOT be telling me that he's going to kill himself. Right? I mean, that's not reality. Is it?
Unfortunately, it was reality. It was cold reality. I had no idea what to do. After reading it, Mark came online, and I frantically IM'd him (praying that he wouldn't be too busy to respond). "Mark, Joe Kelly is going to kill himself - what do I do??". Mark told me to call the police and give them as much information as I could.
Now I was on a mission. "It's not too late", I told myself over and over, "he'll be fine, and we'll find him, and I'll fly home this weekend if I have to talk sense into him.. and he's just crying out for help.. we'll find him.. it's not too late".
This is the conversation I had with Officer Alvarez from the LAPD:
OA: Does Joseph have a middle name?
me: I don't think so, but I don't know.
OA: OK. What's his address?
me: I don't know - he used to live in San Pedro somewhere.
OA: Do you know where?
me: No, I've never been there.
OA: OK. What's his phone number?
me: I don't know.
OA: What's his birthday?
me: I don't know.
OA: What kind of car does he drive?
me: I don't know.
OA: Ma'am, you're not giving us a lot to go on, what do you know?
me: I know that my friend Joe sent me an email that he's going to kill himself, that's what I do know.
After several phone calls with Officer Alvarez at the LAPD, it was confirmed that Joe did, in fact, commit suicide. He did it at the Fort MacArthur Museum in San Pedro. He had been living in Pasadena.
In the midst of all this, I was at work. I had to get some projects done. But I just couldn't function. People would come over to talk to me, and I just couldn't process what they had said. My friend, Joe, was all alone, and he was dead, and I just couldn't process that. I couldn't wrap my brain around it. I re-read his email dozens of times. Others on the email train began writing back - had anyone heard anything, is it true, what's the status, etc. Then it turned to questions of a memorial and his family, and what will happen to his new kitty, Vibi (turns out Dickens must have passed, because he didn't have him anymore - another tidbit I didn't know).
Mostly, all the what-ifs come out. What if I had been a better friend to him? What if I called more often? What if I knew his birthday? What if .. What if.. What if.. Your head tells you, there is nothing that can be done. He was in such a place where this was his last resort, and he was going to do it no matter what, and no one could have stopped him.
But my heart tells a completely different story. How could I not know his birthday, or his phone number? What kind of friend doesn't know that basic information? My heart aches for this person that I thought I was friend to, but I really wasn't. No, maybe I didn't drive him to this, he obviously had a lot going on that I didn't know about. But I can't help but be tortured. Every night this week, I go to sleep, thinking about my friend Joe. I just don't understand the pain he was in. I can't fathom feeling that alone, or feeling the need to take myself out of this world. I just don't get that. And I'm angry with Joe for doing this. For sending me an email telling me he was leaving, and I don't get any say. I'm angry at myself for not making his friendship more of a priority.
And wouldn't you know it. I'm feeling sad on the drive home from work on Tuesday, and I've worked myself into a real tizzy, and guess who calls? My BFF, Barry. "Hey, haven't heard from you, and I just want to see how you're doing". I mean really - someone's hand was in that act of friendship. And so I unloaded on Barry - everything that happened, and how I was feeling, and what was going on. And Barry just listened. Because that's what Barry does. He just takes it all in, and once you're ready, he'll tell you what you need to hear. Maybe that's what Joe was trying to teach me - keep up with others.
Because you never know when they won't be there.
So now, I end with a pause to my friend, Joseph Martin Kelly. I stop and remember the hilarious light up antlers he wore at the holiday show every year. I remember having dinner with him at the Auld Dubliner. I remember the crazy stories he told, like when they were building up downtown Long Beach, and all the toilets were on balconies of the new high rise apartments. The stories of Dickens, who attacked Joe quite frequently, but picked the winners of the email drawings by sitting on the winning entry. I remember this man for the funny, interesting person that I shared talks with. And I thank God for blessing me with my short time with him.
Maybe now, Joe you will find peace. And now you know, you were never broken, and you never needed to be fixed.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
DC: Day 5
Day 5 was super cold. Or to my SoCal blood it was freezing. I had on my coat, and a couple layers below it, plus my scarf. BRR!
We didn't get to see the monuments on our hop on/off tour the prior day, so we used our 2nd day pass to go see as many as we could. We stopped at the Jefferson Memorial, and spent our time leisurely checking him out. Did you know that he faces the White House? When FDR dedicated the Jefferson Memorial, he had the trees in front of the South Portico of the White House removed so that President Jefferson could see it. Kinda cool, huh?
From there, we walked over to the FDR Memorial. Really, the FDR memorial is a series of statues and waterfalls among granite. There are references to the Great Depression, to the war, and also a statue to Eleanor Roosevelt, the only first lady with a memorial.
From there, we hopped back on the trolley to head back to the Capitol building. We had a tour there, and we were really looking forward to it. I have to tell you that we were not disappointed. The Capitol is just massive, and yet beautiful. The House was in session, and I'm thinking that it was Nancy Pelosi's car that I saw parked out front surrounded by Secret Service. The tour started with a short video, about the history of the Capitol building itself (for instance, did you know that it was built during the civil war, when metal was at it's most valuable? Lincoln insisted that the Capitol continue being built as a visual reminder that the United States would once again be whole - interesting, huh?? OK, maybe it's just me.). From there we walked around to the Rotunda, where several presidents have laid in state. We went to the hall of presidents. Each state may have 2 statues in the Capitol at any time. Sometimes they switch them out, but they can only have 2 per state. California's statues were Junipero Serra, and Ronald Reagan. We also got to see where the Supreme Court used to preside. That room was rather dark, and it was about the same time that my camera batteries died. The architecture is truly amazing, and I highly recommend it for anyone visiting the Capitol to take tour. It's free and it's worth it.
From there, we walked across the street to the Library of Congress. The architecture here is spectacular. We walked all around, to the different exhibits. We really didn't have the time to really read everything. There was a rough draft of the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution on display. Plus, a whole exhibit on starting our country. It ended with an exhibit that looked like a mini library, within the Library of Congress. At one time, while Jefferson was president, the British attempted to burn down the Capitol where all the books at the time were held. Thomas Jefferson was appalled that all of that valuable information was destroyed, so he offered to sell Congress his books at whatever price they deemed acceptable. He had a huge collection varying from gardening and cooking, to philosophy and law. Every book was purchased, and became the start of the Library of Congress. Some volumes are missing, so the display shows which were in his actual library, and which have been replaced. It also shows which were in his library, but are not locatable, so they have place holders. It was really amazing.
We didn't stay long, though because we had plans to meet with Danita and her family for dinner. She picked us up at the metro stop outside Andrews AFB, and we met with her hubby and 3 kids for dinner. It was lots of fun, but I loved it when Danita told me that Alyssa, her 5 year old, had decided that I was half her aunt too. For a 5 year old, blended families are a lot to take in and understand, but I thought that was pretty perceptive of her to try and be included. And I'm fine with that really. At dinner, Alyssa shared a very funny story, that I will now share with you. I'm not sure that I"ll get the entire hilarity of the story here, but I assure you, I died laughing. But before that, a little about Alyssa. She has long blond hair, and its a little curly in the back. And she really doesn't like for it to be brushed. So here is our conversation:
Alyssa: "I sleep with a rat!".
Me: "you do?"
A: "yes, and sleeps right here (pats the back crown of her head)"
M: "really?"(at this point I'm thinking it's a stuffed animal)
A: "yes, and it makes a nest every day! That's why I call it my rat's nest"
And she proudly shows me where Daddy could not get the tangles out, so there is a rat's nest on the back of her head! Too funny!! What kids say, I swear.
After dinner, Danita dropped us off at the metro, and Brianna came back with us to the hotel. She was going to get to spend the day with us, and we couldn't have been more thrilled. We decided to go see the Museum of Natural History, the Smithsonian Castle, the Washington Monument and the Old Post Office. Alyssa was none too pleased that Brianna was getting to go and she wasn't, but Danita explained that Alyssa's daddy sees her all the time, so any time Brianna can see her daddy's family is special. She seemed to get that. Maybe next time we are here, we can spend more time with Alyssa.
Back at the hotel we hung out and talked, and finally went to bed. Brianna stayed up late watching TV, which was fine with us. She eventually went to sleep, and wasn't too cranky in the morning.
But that is for Day 6 - our final day in DC... stay tuned...
We didn't get to see the monuments on our hop on/off tour the prior day, so we used our 2nd day pass to go see as many as we could. We stopped at the Jefferson Memorial, and spent our time leisurely checking him out. Did you know that he faces the White House? When FDR dedicated the Jefferson Memorial, he had the trees in front of the South Portico of the White House removed so that President Jefferson could see it. Kinda cool, huh?
From there, we walked over to the FDR Memorial. Really, the FDR memorial is a series of statues and waterfalls among granite. There are references to the Great Depression, to the war, and also a statue to Eleanor Roosevelt, the only first lady with a memorial.
From there, we hopped back on the trolley to head back to the Capitol building. We had a tour there, and we were really looking forward to it. I have to tell you that we were not disappointed. The Capitol is just massive, and yet beautiful. The House was in session, and I'm thinking that it was Nancy Pelosi's car that I saw parked out front surrounded by Secret Service. The tour started with a short video, about the history of the Capitol building itself (for instance, did you know that it was built during the civil war, when metal was at it's most valuable? Lincoln insisted that the Capitol continue being built as a visual reminder that the United States would once again be whole - interesting, huh?? OK, maybe it's just me.). From there we walked around to the Rotunda, where several presidents have laid in state. We went to the hall of presidents. Each state may have 2 statues in the Capitol at any time. Sometimes they switch them out, but they can only have 2 per state. California's statues were Junipero Serra, and Ronald Reagan. We also got to see where the Supreme Court used to preside. That room was rather dark, and it was about the same time that my camera batteries died. The architecture is truly amazing, and I highly recommend it for anyone visiting the Capitol to take tour. It's free and it's worth it.
From there, we walked across the street to the Library of Congress. The architecture here is spectacular. We walked all around, to the different exhibits. We really didn't have the time to really read everything. There was a rough draft of the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution on display. Plus, a whole exhibit on starting our country. It ended with an exhibit that looked like a mini library, within the Library of Congress. At one time, while Jefferson was president, the British attempted to burn down the Capitol where all the books at the time were held. Thomas Jefferson was appalled that all of that valuable information was destroyed, so he offered to sell Congress his books at whatever price they deemed acceptable. He had a huge collection varying from gardening and cooking, to philosophy and law. Every book was purchased, and became the start of the Library of Congress. Some volumes are missing, so the display shows which were in his actual library, and which have been replaced. It also shows which were in his library, but are not locatable, so they have place holders. It was really amazing.
We didn't stay long, though because we had plans to meet with Danita and her family for dinner. She picked us up at the metro stop outside Andrews AFB, and we met with her hubby and 3 kids for dinner. It was lots of fun, but I loved it when Danita told me that Alyssa, her 5 year old, had decided that I was half her aunt too. For a 5 year old, blended families are a lot to take in and understand, but I thought that was pretty perceptive of her to try and be included. And I'm fine with that really. At dinner, Alyssa shared a very funny story, that I will now share with you. I'm not sure that I"ll get the entire hilarity of the story here, but I assure you, I died laughing. But before that, a little about Alyssa. She has long blond hair, and its a little curly in the back. And she really doesn't like for it to be brushed. So here is our conversation:
Alyssa: "I sleep with a rat!".
Me: "you do?"
A: "yes, and sleeps right here (pats the back crown of her head)"
M: "really?"(at this point I'm thinking it's a stuffed animal)
A: "yes, and it makes a nest every day! That's why I call it my rat's nest"
And she proudly shows me where Daddy could not get the tangles out, so there is a rat's nest on the back of her head! Too funny!! What kids say, I swear.
After dinner, Danita dropped us off at the metro, and Brianna came back with us to the hotel. She was going to get to spend the day with us, and we couldn't have been more thrilled. We decided to go see the Museum of Natural History, the Smithsonian Castle, the Washington Monument and the Old Post Office. Alyssa was none too pleased that Brianna was getting to go and she wasn't, but Danita explained that Alyssa's daddy sees her all the time, so any time Brianna can see her daddy's family is special. She seemed to get that. Maybe next time we are here, we can spend more time with Alyssa.
Back at the hotel we hung out and talked, and finally went to bed. Brianna stayed up late watching TV, which was fine with us. She eventually went to sleep, and wasn't too cranky in the morning.
But that is for Day 6 - our final day in DC... stay tuned...
DC: Day 4
I'm playing catch up with the blog, so my apologies.
Day 4 had us on our Hop On - Hop Off Trolley tour. We thought the best thing to do would be to ride the whole tour so we knew where it stopped. Then we tried to make mental notes of where we wanted to go. So all around DC we went, learning little tid bits of information. We got off at the Air and Space Museum. From here, we walked all around, visiting the moon rock, and rocket and planes and all other amazing things air and space. The weather was drizzly so by the time we got outside, we were using the umbrella.
From there, we went to the Musuem of American History. This one my favorite museum. There was a huge exhibit on the First Lady's gowns, and presidential artifacts. They also have artifacts from American pop culture, like the ruby slippers from Wizard of Oz, Archie Bunker's chair, and a Dumbo car from the Dumbo ride at Disneyland. There was really not enough time to see everything we wanted to. I say "we", but really I should have said "everything I wanted to". This was not Mark's favorite museum- he waited outside the exhibits for me to finish.
We had lunch at a place called Harry's because I was dying to eat. Bad move because it was not good food. The only good thing about the experience was watching Eli throw an interception, and see the Giants have their butts handed to them.
Day 4 also had us standing outside of Ford's Theatre where President Lincoln was shot.
It was a long day, as we did a lot of walking. I was in a grumpy mood because I wanted to see Julia Child's kitchen, but Mark was ready to go. He wanted to make the shuttle back to the hotel. So I was busy throwing a fit over that.
I think up to this point, this was our most exhausting day. It was just really a lot to take in.
We did get a hold of Danita on Day 4, and arranged to pick up Brianna. That was a definite plus for our day. We'd at least get to see them, and that had me super excited.
Onward to Day 5 in the next post!!!
Day 4 had us on our Hop On - Hop Off Trolley tour. We thought the best thing to do would be to ride the whole tour so we knew where it stopped. Then we tried to make mental notes of where we wanted to go. So all around DC we went, learning little tid bits of information. We got off at the Air and Space Museum. From here, we walked all around, visiting the moon rock, and rocket and planes and all other amazing things air and space. The weather was drizzly so by the time we got outside, we were using the umbrella.
From there, we went to the Musuem of American History. This one my favorite museum. There was a huge exhibit on the First Lady's gowns, and presidential artifacts. They also have artifacts from American pop culture, like the ruby slippers from Wizard of Oz, Archie Bunker's chair, and a Dumbo car from the Dumbo ride at Disneyland. There was really not enough time to see everything we wanted to. I say "we", but really I should have said "everything I wanted to". This was not Mark's favorite museum- he waited outside the exhibits for me to finish.
We had lunch at a place called Harry's because I was dying to eat. Bad move because it was not good food. The only good thing about the experience was watching Eli throw an interception, and see the Giants have their butts handed to them.
Day 4 also had us standing outside of Ford's Theatre where President Lincoln was shot.
It was a long day, as we did a lot of walking. I was in a grumpy mood because I wanted to see Julia Child's kitchen, but Mark was ready to go. He wanted to make the shuttle back to the hotel. So I was busy throwing a fit over that.
I think up to this point, this was our most exhausting day. It was just really a lot to take in.
We did get a hold of Danita on Day 4, and arranged to pick up Brianna. That was a definite plus for our day. We'd at least get to see them, and that had me super excited.
Onward to Day 5 in the next post!!!
Saturday, October 31, 2009
DC: Day 3
Hello readers!!
After I logged off yesterday, I realized I forgot my funny story!!
It's election time in Virginia. They are electing themselves a new mayor. The posters are littered all over yards, and on every available wall space. I get tired of it; I love the election process, but how we go about it is just tiresome - from the commercials to the very un-green posters that litter the areas. When we were get off the metro, we saw diligent workers, trying to get votes. We just really tried to ignore them, because it doesn't involve us.
The following day, we were in a rush to get to the Pentagon. We were rushing past all the campaign workers when someone stopped Mark about the race for governor. His reply: "We don't live here, we're tourists". And he hadn't gone another 3 feet when someone already had his hand out to shake it, I think it must have been one of the candidates and he says to Mark, "Your tourist? Have fun!".
I almost didn't make the metro because I was laughing so hard. Yup. We're tourists. LOL!!! At least we didn't have our cameras around our necks!!
Day three of our vacation took us to Mount Vernon. We decided to take the riverboat out, and that was around 10:30 (we got to sleep in until 7 - woo hoo!!). This was the longest trip on the Metro we'd taken so far. Luckily, I brought a book, and got a couple chapters in between stops. We make it to the dock, and it starts to drizzle. Not a good sign. But, "it'll be fine", I keep reassuring myself. The riverboat takes about 50 minutes to get to Mount Vernon. While onboard, you can buy a bag of popcorn or a can of soda for $2. No thanks.
We get to Mount Vernon, and we trek all around. It was quite interesting. Turns out that President Washington inherited a small house, and was able to add on starting with the second level, then moving out to the east and west for a total of 21 bedrooms. The rooms were not very big, although they were thought to be at the time. I think maybe they were size of my brother's room, growing up, without the closet. The Washingtons entertained quite frequently, as they were very popular, and they hadn't invented the Hilton Honors program yet.
Did you know that President Washington was offered the kingship twice? And both times he turned them down?
Did you know that he and Martha never had children together? When he married her, she was a wealthy widow with two children, whom he raised as his own - as well as their grandchildren.
Did you know that they were married for 40 years? He spent 8 years away from Mount Vernon during his presidency, and she would go visit him every December through February. Once home to his beloved Mount Vernon, he only got to live there for 2 years before he died.
And did you know that he died from a throat infection? The way the curator described it, it sounded like tonsilitis, because his throat was swollen. He died 36 hours after he was diagnosed.
And did you know that Martha was so heartbroken, she couldn't sleep in the room after his death? How amazing is that??
Our first president was an amazing man, with an amazing history. I won't bore you all with the mundane, nerdy details, but Mark and I learned (and walked) a lot. I did get to see his dentures, but I didn't agree with Brianna's assessment that they were "cool". The were made of hippo bone, human teeth, and bronze. I thought it was kinda gross.
The weather never did clear up. It thought about it for a second, but it was raining by the time we caught the metro back to the hotel. What I found most beautiful about Mount Vernon were the trees. Again with the reminder of fall. We were walking down a path, and there were leaves all over the ground. My mom would decorate our house for every holiday, and during the fall, she had paper fall leaves that looked almost real, that we would put around the house. I was reminded that these weren't fake - that there are parts of the country that have these seasons, where leaves turn colors. It's just such an array of color, it's amazing. I love watching it.
Tomorrow should prove to be a cold day, but I think we'll start our hop on, hop off tour of DC. We've got lots and lots to cover while we're here. Still need to go see all the monuments. Good thing we have 3 more days!
Does anyone want anything while we are here?
Love and hugs to all!
After I logged off yesterday, I realized I forgot my funny story!!
It's election time in Virginia. They are electing themselves a new mayor. The posters are littered all over yards, and on every available wall space. I get tired of it; I love the election process, but how we go about it is just tiresome - from the commercials to the very un-green posters that litter the areas. When we were get off the metro, we saw diligent workers, trying to get votes. We just really tried to ignore them, because it doesn't involve us.
The following day, we were in a rush to get to the Pentagon. We were rushing past all the campaign workers when someone stopped Mark about the race for governor. His reply: "We don't live here, we're tourists". And he hadn't gone another 3 feet when someone already had his hand out to shake it, I think it must have been one of the candidates and he says to Mark, "Your tourist? Have fun!".
I almost didn't make the metro because I was laughing so hard. Yup. We're tourists. LOL!!! At least we didn't have our cameras around our necks!!
Day three of our vacation took us to Mount Vernon. We decided to take the riverboat out, and that was around 10:30 (we got to sleep in until 7 - woo hoo!!). This was the longest trip on the Metro we'd taken so far. Luckily, I brought a book, and got a couple chapters in between stops. We make it to the dock, and it starts to drizzle. Not a good sign. But, "it'll be fine", I keep reassuring myself. The riverboat takes about 50 minutes to get to Mount Vernon. While onboard, you can buy a bag of popcorn or a can of soda for $2. No thanks.
We get to Mount Vernon, and we trek all around. It was quite interesting. Turns out that President Washington inherited a small house, and was able to add on starting with the second level, then moving out to the east and west for a total of 21 bedrooms. The rooms were not very big, although they were thought to be at the time. I think maybe they were size of my brother's room, growing up, without the closet. The Washingtons entertained quite frequently, as they were very popular, and they hadn't invented the Hilton Honors program yet.
Did you know that President Washington was offered the kingship twice? And both times he turned them down?
Did you know that he and Martha never had children together? When he married her, she was a wealthy widow with two children, whom he raised as his own - as well as their grandchildren.
Did you know that they were married for 40 years? He spent 8 years away from Mount Vernon during his presidency, and she would go visit him every December through February. Once home to his beloved Mount Vernon, he only got to live there for 2 years before he died.
And did you know that he died from a throat infection? The way the curator described it, it sounded like tonsilitis, because his throat was swollen. He died 36 hours after he was diagnosed.
And did you know that Martha was so heartbroken, she couldn't sleep in the room after his death? How amazing is that??
Our first president was an amazing man, with an amazing history. I won't bore you all with the mundane, nerdy details, but Mark and I learned (and walked) a lot. I did get to see his dentures, but I didn't agree with Brianna's assessment that they were "cool". The were made of hippo bone, human teeth, and bronze. I thought it was kinda gross.
The weather never did clear up. It thought about it for a second, but it was raining by the time we caught the metro back to the hotel. What I found most beautiful about Mount Vernon were the trees. Again with the reminder of fall. We were walking down a path, and there were leaves all over the ground. My mom would decorate our house for every holiday, and during the fall, she had paper fall leaves that looked almost real, that we would put around the house. I was reminded that these weren't fake - that there are parts of the country that have these seasons, where leaves turn colors. It's just such an array of color, it's amazing. I love watching it.
Tomorrow should prove to be a cold day, but I think we'll start our hop on, hop off tour of DC. We've got lots and lots to cover while we're here. Still need to go see all the monuments. Good thing we have 3 more days!
Does anyone want anything while we are here?
Love and hugs to all!
Friday, October 30, 2009
DC: Day 2
Before I start with out with our daily adventures, it's important for you, the reader, to understand the level of geek that you are dealing with. I was so excited to get to attend the White House that I started putting White House movies on my Netflix queue. I'm such a geek that I ordered a 4 disk set of the history of the White House. Yes, you read that right, 4 discs. How much could they talk about in 4 discs? Well, we'd need a couple hours, but basically you get to see a bunch of tours, and history of the White House. I'm the one who would collect White House trading cards of the White House families, were they available. That is the level of geek you are about to read. So keep that in mind when as you complete the blog!
All that being said, I've decided that God wanted me to attend the White House. I say that because several events occurred wherein I should have been deterred. But the proverbial window was opened. First, I called a few weeks before our visit, and was told the Congressman's office had lost our paperwork (EEEEEEKKK!!!). Never fear, Super Mark had a copy that he could easily find, and we were able to send it in on time. Whew.. crisis averted. Second, I had to pick a day and time when to visit the Pentagon. We had to pick the time before we knew what day we got to the White House. For whatever reason, I picked Friday at 9 am. I just crossed my fingers and prayed we didn't get the White House tour at the same time. Once our WH tour came in, we found it was on the same day but at 12. Plenty of time for both, and with both we couldn't bring cameras and all that. So, that just really worked out. And last, we arrived off the metro with no maps - see more explanation below - and yet there was someone who saw us wandering, and asked if we needed a help, did we need a map? "YES to both", plus he gave us directions. So see, God wanted us to see the White House today. :)
Our adventure starts out with a conversation last night on our adventure home, with our shuttle driver. We asked him about getting a shuttle that was off the schedule. "No problem", he assured us. Fast forward to this morning. Mark calls to confirm our shuttle schedule and the response he gets is, "No guarantees, but we'll try".
Hmmmm. That does not get my warm fuzzies brewing. We have a 9 am appointment at the Pentagon, didn't he know that? So down to breakfast we go, our hopes still high. In walks the driver.
"No way. It's rush hour".
WHAAT? It's what? Rush Hour? Really? Are you kidding me?? But we have an appointment at the Pentagon! (Sidebar - like my good friend Erika, I don't like people who put monkey wrenches in my plan. I prefer to make a plan and stick to it. Veering outside the plan can be accommodated sometimes, but this is most definitely NOT one of those times). Panic is setting in. I plant myself at the desk, ready to raise the stink my mom has shown me how to raise so effectively. I am preparing for the argument of my day. And what do I get? "Don't worry about it. I'll take you myself."
I have just fallen in love with Jose at the front desk (and ladies he did look single, although I'm not sure why).
Jose did in fact take us to the metro station. Crisis averted. Again. We tipped him quite well, as well we should have, for he saved our day. The jerk driver wouldn't take us, so Jose did (at the end of our day, I did seek out the hotel manager, singing Jose's praises, and how much we loved him, and how he saved our day - because that is what you do. I'm not sure if he was saved from my fit, or I was saved from giving it, but all around everyone came out a winner).
We made it to the Pentagon. We had Senior Airman (I forget how to abbreviate that) Aaron give us the tour. We walked for about a mile all through the Pentagon. He was super informative, and we had a great time. Probably the most moving was the 9/11 memorial. To see how far the plane penetrated to the walls of the Pentagon was awe-inspiring. Many conspiracy theorist argue that it was a missile that went into the Pentagon and not a plane. However Airman Aaron told us that jet fuel burns at a higher temperature, which melts steels, hence no plane. I wish we could have taken photos, because there is so much to see there. But of course they don't allow that, due to the evil that is still very real in our world.
Onward to the White House. We found it with only a bit of difficulty. You see, because we were attending tours at both the Pentagon and the WH, and neither allowed cameras or electronic devices or bags of any kind in, we were essentially naked. No cell phones, no iPod with the map and , no bag with our maps or Erika's tour guide book or to provide us with something to hold everything in. Nothing. Just our two forms of ID and credit cards. I tell ya, we got through security with a snap because we read our directions. I saw some poor sap at the gates of the White House because he had to hold a couple purses. Should've read your emails specifically stating that they wouldn't be allowed.
We got in to the White House. To be honest, as I walked through the East Wing, it was all I could do to not burst in to tears. It was absolutely overwhelming. These are the halls that our Presidents and their families wander. These are the halls that hold our history. We walked past the offices of the East Wing into a hallway. At the entrance were portraits of past presidents: Wilson, Truman, Roosevelt. Up a ramp and a slight turn we came down another corridor. This one had photos of different events, including our current administration. One collage was of presidential pets, one of the Easter Egg Roll, still another collage of inaugurations.
I'm going to stop here because Mark and I owe our Moms a small thanks in how they raised us. Specifically, to think of others. We didn't crowd the photos or get in front of others. We stayed back so everyone could see. Not so with young rebels in front of us (pierced and making fun of the photos). They crowded in front of the photo collages, pointing and touching, and just generally monopolizing the area. Grrr.. The downfall of self guided tours. So help me when I heard the snide comment about Nancy Reagan, who was digging a hole for a magnolia tree - I almost lost it. But, I controlled myself. If I were to be arrested at the White House, I know for sure my mother would have my hide, and I would never live it down. Fear of the mother, people, fear of the mother. Because she would do it.
Onward beyond the collages were small rooms decorated in prior presidential family's taste. A small library with 2,000 books, and room that used to be a billiard room but was transformed to a small sitting room, now called the Vermeil Room; next door is the China room, with cabinets filled with presidential china. And then make a turn up the stairs, and we enter into the Green room, to the Blue room, and then to the Red room. Just stop and think about the value of the art in the room - the gorgeous paintings that adorn the walls, the antique furniture. It was all so much to take in. And when my immediate surroundings had me overwhelmed, and I thought I couldn't take anymore, Mark pointed up to the ceilings. Such intricate work and designs on molding, the chandeliers, and ceiling structure. Amazing and beautiful. Then we moved into the State Dining Room, that could hold up to 140 guests. I marveled at the thought of feeding and seating 140 people. But mostly we stood in awe of that famous portrait of Lincoln, hand on his chin, elbow on his crossed knee. The East room, where President Obama has recently entertained is also on the tour. It's a beautiful room, but again, not as big as you would imagine.
The last stop on our tour was the Entrance and Cross Halls on the North Side of the White House. As I came around the corner from the dining room, the first thing I saw was that very famous portrait of President Kennedy, his head dropped in reflection. I had to stop for just a moment, and wonder what he was thinking. What must all of the inhabitants of this great residence think while here? The weight of the nation and the world on their shoulders. And at night, they have to go home to families, who also need them. I just love that painting, because I think it shows, more than any other I've seen, how real the position of President is, and what a daunting task they have each day to do the right thing.
We exited on the North side. Through the same doors you see on television of Presidents greeting foreign dignitaries and guests. We saw the famous staircase where the President and his wife walk down before greeting guests. It was all so surreal. And I loved every minute of it. Even Mark was just awe-struck by it all. I wasn't so sure how he would like it. I think he was getting a bit tired of my White House obsession on Netflix! But he loved it too.
We got our bearings, and found a very nice tavern for lunch. Ate up then visited the Supreme Court for a 30 minute lecture. It's all marble there, and just very intimidating. But it was fun.
All in all, our day was jam packed full of excitement. I'm sorry that I don't have any photos. But none were allowed in most of our stops. We're having to pace ourselves, because we are wearing out pretty early!
Tomorrow is Halloween and that means Mt. Vernon for us. My niece, Brianna, loves Mt. Vernon. So if she can give it that big of a recommendation, then we've got to go. If only to see George Washington's dentures, which she assures me are the coolest things ever. :)
Happy Reading!
Hugs to you all!!
All that being said, I've decided that God wanted me to attend the White House. I say that because several events occurred wherein I should have been deterred. But the proverbial window was opened. First, I called a few weeks before our visit, and was told the Congressman's office had lost our paperwork (EEEEEEKKK!!!). Never fear, Super Mark had a copy that he could easily find, and we were able to send it in on time. Whew.. crisis averted. Second, I had to pick a day and time when to visit the Pentagon. We had to pick the time before we knew what day we got to the White House. For whatever reason, I picked Friday at 9 am. I just crossed my fingers and prayed we didn't get the White House tour at the same time. Once our WH tour came in, we found it was on the same day but at 12. Plenty of time for both, and with both we couldn't bring cameras and all that. So, that just really worked out. And last, we arrived off the metro with no maps - see more explanation below - and yet there was someone who saw us wandering, and asked if we needed a help, did we need a map? "YES to both", plus he gave us directions. So see, God wanted us to see the White House today. :)
Our adventure starts out with a conversation last night on our adventure home, with our shuttle driver. We asked him about getting a shuttle that was off the schedule. "No problem", he assured us. Fast forward to this morning. Mark calls to confirm our shuttle schedule and the response he gets is, "No guarantees, but we'll try".
Hmmmm. That does not get my warm fuzzies brewing. We have a 9 am appointment at the Pentagon, didn't he know that? So down to breakfast we go, our hopes still high. In walks the driver.
"No way. It's rush hour".
WHAAT? It's what? Rush Hour? Really? Are you kidding me?? But we have an appointment at the Pentagon! (Sidebar - like my good friend Erika, I don't like people who put monkey wrenches in my plan. I prefer to make a plan and stick to it. Veering outside the plan can be accommodated sometimes, but this is most definitely NOT one of those times). Panic is setting in. I plant myself at the desk, ready to raise the stink my mom has shown me how to raise so effectively. I am preparing for the argument of my day. And what do I get? "Don't worry about it. I'll take you myself."
I have just fallen in love with Jose at the front desk (and ladies he did look single, although I'm not sure why).
Jose did in fact take us to the metro station. Crisis averted. Again. We tipped him quite well, as well we should have, for he saved our day. The jerk driver wouldn't take us, so Jose did (at the end of our day, I did seek out the hotel manager, singing Jose's praises, and how much we loved him, and how he saved our day - because that is what you do. I'm not sure if he was saved from my fit, or I was saved from giving it, but all around everyone came out a winner).
We made it to the Pentagon. We had Senior Airman (I forget how to abbreviate that) Aaron give us the tour. We walked for about a mile all through the Pentagon. He was super informative, and we had a great time. Probably the most moving was the 9/11 memorial. To see how far the plane penetrated to the walls of the Pentagon was awe-inspiring. Many conspiracy theorist argue that it was a missile that went into the Pentagon and not a plane. However Airman Aaron told us that jet fuel burns at a higher temperature, which melts steels, hence no plane. I wish we could have taken photos, because there is so much to see there. But of course they don't allow that, due to the evil that is still very real in our world.
Onward to the White House. We found it with only a bit of difficulty. You see, because we were attending tours at both the Pentagon and the WH, and neither allowed cameras or electronic devices or bags of any kind in, we were essentially naked. No cell phones, no iPod with the map and , no bag with our maps or Erika's tour guide book or to provide us with something to hold everything in. Nothing. Just our two forms of ID and credit cards. I tell ya, we got through security with a snap because we read our directions. I saw some poor sap at the gates of the White House because he had to hold a couple purses. Should've read your emails specifically stating that they wouldn't be allowed.
We got in to the White House. To be honest, as I walked through the East Wing, it was all I could do to not burst in to tears. It was absolutely overwhelming. These are the halls that our Presidents and their families wander. These are the halls that hold our history. We walked past the offices of the East Wing into a hallway. At the entrance were portraits of past presidents: Wilson, Truman, Roosevelt. Up a ramp and a slight turn we came down another corridor. This one had photos of different events, including our current administration. One collage was of presidential pets, one of the Easter Egg Roll, still another collage of inaugurations.
I'm going to stop here because Mark and I owe our Moms a small thanks in how they raised us. Specifically, to think of others. We didn't crowd the photos or get in front of others. We stayed back so everyone could see. Not so with young rebels in front of us (pierced and making fun of the photos). They crowded in front of the photo collages, pointing and touching, and just generally monopolizing the area. Grrr.. The downfall of self guided tours. So help me when I heard the snide comment about Nancy Reagan, who was digging a hole for a magnolia tree - I almost lost it. But, I controlled myself. If I were to be arrested at the White House, I know for sure my mother would have my hide, and I would never live it down. Fear of the mother, people, fear of the mother. Because she would do it.
Onward beyond the collages were small rooms decorated in prior presidential family's taste. A small library with 2,000 books, and room that used to be a billiard room but was transformed to a small sitting room, now called the Vermeil Room; next door is the China room, with cabinets filled with presidential china. And then make a turn up the stairs, and we enter into the Green room, to the Blue room, and then to the Red room. Just stop and think about the value of the art in the room - the gorgeous paintings that adorn the walls, the antique furniture. It was all so much to take in. And when my immediate surroundings had me overwhelmed, and I thought I couldn't take anymore, Mark pointed up to the ceilings. Such intricate work and designs on molding, the chandeliers, and ceiling structure. Amazing and beautiful. Then we moved into the State Dining Room, that could hold up to 140 guests. I marveled at the thought of feeding and seating 140 people. But mostly we stood in awe of that famous portrait of Lincoln, hand on his chin, elbow on his crossed knee. The East room, where President Obama has recently entertained is also on the tour. It's a beautiful room, but again, not as big as you would imagine.
The last stop on our tour was the Entrance and Cross Halls on the North Side of the White House. As I came around the corner from the dining room, the first thing I saw was that very famous portrait of President Kennedy, his head dropped in reflection. I had to stop for just a moment, and wonder what he was thinking. What must all of the inhabitants of this great residence think while here? The weight of the nation and the world on their shoulders. And at night, they have to go home to families, who also need them. I just love that painting, because I think it shows, more than any other I've seen, how real the position of President is, and what a daunting task they have each day to do the right thing.
We exited on the North side. Through the same doors you see on television of Presidents greeting foreign dignitaries and guests. We saw the famous staircase where the President and his wife walk down before greeting guests. It was all so surreal. And I loved every minute of it. Even Mark was just awe-struck by it all. I wasn't so sure how he would like it. I think he was getting a bit tired of my White House obsession on Netflix! But he loved it too.
We got our bearings, and found a very nice tavern for lunch. Ate up then visited the Supreme Court for a 30 minute lecture. It's all marble there, and just very intimidating. But it was fun.
All in all, our day was jam packed full of excitement. I'm sorry that I don't have any photos. But none were allowed in most of our stops. We're having to pace ourselves, because we are wearing out pretty early!
Tomorrow is Halloween and that means Mt. Vernon for us. My niece, Brianna, loves Mt. Vernon. So if she can give it that big of a recommendation, then we've got to go. If only to see George Washington's dentures, which she assures me are the coolest things ever. :)
Happy Reading!
Hugs to you all!!
Thursday, October 29, 2009
DC: Day 1
Whew.. it's only been one day, but I'm exhausted!!
Yesterday, Mark and I flew in separately. He met me at the foot of the stairs at the airport and we were able to get our luggage, get the car and settle in to our hotel. We're a bit far from the city, but luckily there is a metro station not far away - only a shuttle ride.
We woke up around 8:30 and caught a shuttle ride, and onward to our first stop: Arlington Cemetery. We walked all around, careful to not photograph any of the gravestones. For some reason, we both agreed that there is just something not right about that.
First, we visited the Women's Military Memorial. We walked through the museum, reading about women's plight to get equal rights, and serving their country. They even had computers that you could look people up. Naturally, I looked at my mom and found a photo of her and my dad smiling back at me. That was pretty cool. Three thousand miles away, and she still knows what I'm up to! :) I looked up some other servicewomen I know, but couldn't find them (Lizell, Rachael and Danita - I've got the website for you!). Amazing to see how far these extraodinary women have come.
Next, we visited the Kennedy gravesites, (John, Robert and Edward - along with Jackie and their two infant children), then progressed up the hill to Lee House. Then it was on to the tomb of the unknown soldiers, and the changing of the guard. There were two schools there, who laid wreaths on the stones. Everytime I hear taps - it's just amazing to me - you can't help but be moved by it; such simple notes, really, but so powerful all the same. From there, we ventured over to see the memorials for the Challenger and Columbia Shuttles. As we were reading our map, a funeral procession, in full uniform- with the Army band and the horse drawn carriage carrying the body draped in an American flag came by. We stopped, put our hands over our hearts and said a silent prayer. What a reminder for where you are, and why these people are buried here. We need that reminder a little more often, so that we are reminded as to how we should be treating our veterans, but that is an issue for another blog...
By now, it was close to 1, and our tummies were reminding us of that little fact. Luckily, I brought along some snacks, but it certainly wouldn't sustain us for long. We jumped back on the metro, and with Erika's book, tried to find our next adventure. My plan was to do a quick walking tour. Unfortunately, but the time we exited our station, it was 2, and we were more concerned with finding lunch! We cozied up to a very quaint Irish pub. At first, Mark kind of laughed at the idea, but once inside, he agreed that we picked a fantastic place. Our waitress was even Irish! Lunch in our bellies, we ventured down to Starbucks for hot tea and prepared to walk to our next destination.
Our last venture was to the National Portrait Gallery. There is an exhibit there on the American presidents that I really wanted to see. We spent an hour or so walking through, reading all the plaques and just enjoying ourselves. Once we finished, though, it was definitely time for home. Our feet were really starting to hurt, and neither Mark nor I are fond of big cities, especially after dark.
So far, I'm falling in love all over again with our beautiful country. Fall is the best time to come. I can't describe how beautiful the leaves are, with all the reds, oranges, yellows, and greens. There is a brisk chill in the air, just enough to remind you that winter is on the way. We've mastered the metro system so we don't worry about getting home safe.
Tomorrow is an early day. We start at the Pentagon around 9, but we need to be there about 15 mins early. Then we'll have the White House, which I'm sure I'll cry at - I mean, its the White House! PIRATE! (inside joke, sorry)
So look for our blog tomorrow. I'm sure you'll hear lots and lots on that. I'm planning on it being the highlight of our trip!
Hugs till then!
PS- I couldn't figure out how to add photos to the blog - they seemed to take forever. Until I get that worked out, you can see the photos on my facebook page, or Mark will upload them to our site. :)
Yesterday, Mark and I flew in separately. He met me at the foot of the stairs at the airport and we were able to get our luggage, get the car and settle in to our hotel. We're a bit far from the city, but luckily there is a metro station not far away - only a shuttle ride.
We woke up around 8:30 and caught a shuttle ride, and onward to our first stop: Arlington Cemetery. We walked all around, careful to not photograph any of the gravestones. For some reason, we both agreed that there is just something not right about that.
First, we visited the Women's Military Memorial. We walked through the museum, reading about women's plight to get equal rights, and serving their country. They even had computers that you could look people up. Naturally, I looked at my mom and found a photo of her and my dad smiling back at me. That was pretty cool. Three thousand miles away, and she still knows what I'm up to! :) I looked up some other servicewomen I know, but couldn't find them (Lizell, Rachael and Danita - I've got the website for you!). Amazing to see how far these extraodinary women have come.
Next, we visited the Kennedy gravesites, (John, Robert and Edward - along with Jackie and their two infant children), then progressed up the hill to Lee House. Then it was on to the tomb of the unknown soldiers, and the changing of the guard. There were two schools there, who laid wreaths on the stones. Everytime I hear taps - it's just amazing to me - you can't help but be moved by it; such simple notes, really, but so powerful all the same. From there, we ventured over to see the memorials for the Challenger and Columbia Shuttles. As we were reading our map, a funeral procession, in full uniform- with the Army band and the horse drawn carriage carrying the body draped in an American flag came by. We stopped, put our hands over our hearts and said a silent prayer. What a reminder for where you are, and why these people are buried here. We need that reminder a little more often, so that we are reminded as to how we should be treating our veterans, but that is an issue for another blog...
By now, it was close to 1, and our tummies were reminding us of that little fact. Luckily, I brought along some snacks, but it certainly wouldn't sustain us for long. We jumped back on the metro, and with Erika's book, tried to find our next adventure. My plan was to do a quick walking tour. Unfortunately, but the time we exited our station, it was 2, and we were more concerned with finding lunch! We cozied up to a very quaint Irish pub. At first, Mark kind of laughed at the idea, but once inside, he agreed that we picked a fantastic place. Our waitress was even Irish! Lunch in our bellies, we ventured down to Starbucks for hot tea and prepared to walk to our next destination.
Our last venture was to the National Portrait Gallery. There is an exhibit there on the American presidents that I really wanted to see. We spent an hour or so walking through, reading all the plaques and just enjoying ourselves. Once we finished, though, it was definitely time for home. Our feet were really starting to hurt, and neither Mark nor I are fond of big cities, especially after dark.
So far, I'm falling in love all over again with our beautiful country. Fall is the best time to come. I can't describe how beautiful the leaves are, with all the reds, oranges, yellows, and greens. There is a brisk chill in the air, just enough to remind you that winter is on the way. We've mastered the metro system so we don't worry about getting home safe.
Tomorrow is an early day. We start at the Pentagon around 9, but we need to be there about 15 mins early. Then we'll have the White House, which I'm sure I'll cry at - I mean, its the White House! PIRATE! (inside joke, sorry)
So look for our blog tomorrow. I'm sure you'll hear lots and lots on that. I'm planning on it being the highlight of our trip!
Hugs till then!
PS- I couldn't figure out how to add photos to the blog - they seemed to take forever. Until I get that worked out, you can see the photos on my facebook page, or Mark will upload them to our site. :)
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Vacation '09: Day: 0 T minus 19hours
Tomorrow we start our vacation. I'm so excited, I'm sure I'll need a Tylenol PM to sleep tonight. I'm pretty sure I have all my confirmations printed out:
White House Tour: CHECK
Pentagon Tour: CHECK
Flight Itinerary: CHECK
Capital Tour: CHECK
Mark's list of things to bring: CHECK
What am I missing? Nothing I hope, because I just want to go!!
Libby will be missing me, I'm sure. But I'm giving her lots and lots of love now. At this moment, she is sitting just as pretty as she can be next to my chair. She'll have to cuddle with Aunt Isy or Stephen because I'll be soon cuddling with my hubby honey!!
Silent prayer for safe travels - hugs and love to all my readers!!
White House Tour: CHECK
Pentagon Tour: CHECK
Flight Itinerary: CHECK
Capital Tour: CHECK
Mark's list of things to bring: CHECK
What am I missing? Nothing I hope, because I just want to go!!
Libby will be missing me, I'm sure. But I'm giving her lots and lots of love now. At this moment, she is sitting just as pretty as she can be next to my chair. She'll have to cuddle with Aunt Isy or Stephen because I'll be soon cuddling with my hubby honey!!
Silent prayer for safe travels - hugs and love to all my readers!!
Friday, October 23, 2009
Ya Gotta Have FAITH!!
I am on month 3 in Texas. I love it here. I don't love the rain, but I love the wide open spaces, I love the friendly people. I love going to church at First Frisco, and I love my co-workers (the actual work is a whole other blog and we won't get into that here).
But I have to say, moving out here, without my Mark has been a lot harder than I thought it would. As I was talking to my Aunt Isy about it, I realized what it was. I feel forgotten. I miss my friends. I miss hanging out with them. I miss listening to Edward go on and on about whatever. I even miss that wierd noise Julie makes when she's scratching her ear. I thought I'd be able to come out at Christmas, but turns out, I won't be able to make it. My folks have decided to come to Oklahoma and have a family Christmas out here. I'm happy that they are finally making the trek, but my big plans to see everyone have been thwarted. I will get to see Mark for our big vacation to DC next week (look for that upcoming blog!!) and again for Thanksgiving with his sister, and again for Christmas in Oklahoma. But 6 months without seeing Tony, Sara, Julie, Barry, Edward, Mel, Alan, Betty, all the babies, and everyone else (you too, Charity) has just been really hard. I guess because maybe I haven't really started my life out here? I'm not sure. I can't even get very excited about football because I don't have my dad here to share it with.
I'm taking a Bible Study class. I'm learning more and more about my faith. I've never read it all the way through, so I'm learning a ton. I like talking to my Aunt Isy about it, because she seems to know it all. She says that we need to take all our worries and put them in God's hands, let him deal with it, and know that he will work it out for what's best. I have such a hard time with that though. Maybe because I'm a bit of a control freak. I have to know what's happening at all times. I can't even go on vacation without making an itinerary and planning out my days (ask Mark -he'll verify!). One day, I hope to put my worries, about my niece and nephew, about what Sara and Tony are doing, about how everyone is, about who is planning Mel's shower, all those things - and give them to God. I want to say, "here ya go", and have him say, "thanks, i'll let you know when I'm done!". Until then, I have to miss everyone. I have to get on facebook as often as I can, and remind people that I'm here. At least until January when I can see them again! :)
Sweet sleep to you my readers...
But I have to say, moving out here, without my Mark has been a lot harder than I thought it would. As I was talking to my Aunt Isy about it, I realized what it was. I feel forgotten. I miss my friends. I miss hanging out with them. I miss listening to Edward go on and on about whatever. I even miss that wierd noise Julie makes when she's scratching her ear. I thought I'd be able to come out at Christmas, but turns out, I won't be able to make it. My folks have decided to come to Oklahoma and have a family Christmas out here. I'm happy that they are finally making the trek, but my big plans to see everyone have been thwarted. I will get to see Mark for our big vacation to DC next week (look for that upcoming blog!!) and again for Thanksgiving with his sister, and again for Christmas in Oklahoma. But 6 months without seeing Tony, Sara, Julie, Barry, Edward, Mel, Alan, Betty, all the babies, and everyone else (you too, Charity) has just been really hard. I guess because maybe I haven't really started my life out here? I'm not sure. I can't even get very excited about football because I don't have my dad here to share it with.
I'm taking a Bible Study class. I'm learning more and more about my faith. I've never read it all the way through, so I'm learning a ton. I like talking to my Aunt Isy about it, because she seems to know it all. She says that we need to take all our worries and put them in God's hands, let him deal with it, and know that he will work it out for what's best. I have such a hard time with that though. Maybe because I'm a bit of a control freak. I have to know what's happening at all times. I can't even go on vacation without making an itinerary and planning out my days (ask Mark -he'll verify!). One day, I hope to put my worries, about my niece and nephew, about what Sara and Tony are doing, about how everyone is, about who is planning Mel's shower, all those things - and give them to God. I want to say, "here ya go", and have him say, "thanks, i'll let you know when I'm done!". Until then, I have to miss everyone. I have to get on facebook as often as I can, and remind people that I'm here. At least until January when I can see them again! :)
Sweet sleep to you my readers...
Friday, September 11, 2009
New in Town
Since I've been in Texas, several people have asked me if I like Texas. The standard answer is, "Yes, I do like it here.". But that answer is too general. I thought in this post that I would talk about the two things that stick out most in mind when someone asks me about what it's like living here: the sky, and the drivers.
Let's start with the drivers.
Before I proceed, I must caveat this tale with the statement that there are many cultures of people moving into Texas from all over the world. So my observations are not aimed at any particular group. I'm just saying.
I've heard people talk about California drivers. Truthfully, I've witnessed women putting on mascara while driving, men reading the newspaper while driving, and the usual smoking or talking on the cell phone while driving. Since moving to Texas, I've seen tailgating such as I've never experienced in California. And I'm not talking about football games, folks. I'm talking, driving down the freeway (or highway, whichever you prefer), and the car behind is well closer than the 2 car lengths I have in front of me, and I'm going the speed limit (maybe a touch faster). I mean really folks? You need to be THAT close to me? You need to ride me like I'm ZORRO?? REALLY? I'm not going fast enough? And the thing is - if I speed up, so do they! Do they go around? NO! The continue to tail gate me. Either they are watching WAY too much Nascar, or I'm not watching enough. And I can't count how many times I've gasped in a breath of air because I was sure that there was going to be an accident because some car has cut off another. EEEEKKKK!!! It's taking some getting used to. Driving is exponentially more stressful these days.
Now, for a topic less stressful - the sky in Texas.
The song is right: "The stars at night are big and bright - Deep in the heart of Texas" (insert Pee Wee's Big Adventure reference here). I've seen by far the most beautiful sunsets I've seen in my life here. And I've seen the sunsets over the ocean in California, and over the mountains in Alaska. But they just really don't compare. The colors are so vibrant, and they vary so much. Different colors of pink, purple, blue, orange, and yellow. And the shapes they take, and the contrast of the colors.. it's just something to behold.
Today, it was storming outside. And the ominous clouds I saw were a bit intimidating. I saw the rain coming down, and thought, "OK, I just have to run to the car, then I'll be OK.". So I put on my hood, clutched my bag close, and opened the door and ran to my car.
Needless to say there is a lessons learned here: First of all, never underestimate a Texas sized storm. Second, zip up your coat when approaching said storm. Because holding it close does not stop the Texas sized rain drops from going down your blouse, soaking you to the bone starting from the inside out. Lastly, there is no shame in investing in some galoshes. It's much easier and more comfortable than wet feet.
By the time I got to my car, my legs, feet and shirt were soaked. The only thing that seemed to stay dry was my hair, although my bangs were a bit wet (thank goodness for hairspray). And it's not that far from the door of my building to the door of my car! We aren't even talking 25 yards maybe a tad more. you would think I was standing with arms open embracing it! My goodness. I drove home, to the skies opening up, thunder crashing down and lighting in the distance. Sometimes, the thunder seemed right on top of me. I did wonder if my Ruby car was going to survive. She's such a pampered car, and this was quite different from her SoCal home.
Let's combine our two topics now - raining beautiful skies, and crazy drivers. Did they stop the tailgating and cutting each other in the monster storm? Nope. Although I was happy going 40 in the slow rain, with my wipers on HIGH just so I could see the road!
I miss California. As the thunder rages outside, I hear the AC/DC song going in my head, THUNDER! and I think of the Chargers game I attend with my dad. Its the song they play at the games when we are getting ready to do something exciting.. or sometimes when they are at commercial break. As I drove home today, the thunder would crash and I would sing back, "NA NA NA NA NA NA NAAAA NAAAA!!!". If you've heard the song - thats funny, otherwise, feel free to roll your eyes.
So yes, i do like Texas. And there is lots more that I like about it. Another time, I'll talk about some more things. But I've written enough for now. :)
Let's start with the drivers.
Before I proceed, I must caveat this tale with the statement that there are many cultures of people moving into Texas from all over the world. So my observations are not aimed at any particular group. I'm just saying.
I've heard people talk about California drivers. Truthfully, I've witnessed women putting on mascara while driving, men reading the newspaper while driving, and the usual smoking or talking on the cell phone while driving. Since moving to Texas, I've seen tailgating such as I've never experienced in California. And I'm not talking about football games, folks. I'm talking, driving down the freeway (or highway, whichever you prefer), and the car behind is well closer than the 2 car lengths I have in front of me, and I'm going the speed limit (maybe a touch faster). I mean really folks? You need to be THAT close to me? You need to ride me like I'm ZORRO?? REALLY? I'm not going fast enough? And the thing is - if I speed up, so do they! Do they go around? NO! The continue to tail gate me. Either they are watching WAY too much Nascar, or I'm not watching enough. And I can't count how many times I've gasped in a breath of air because I was sure that there was going to be an accident because some car has cut off another. EEEEKKKK!!! It's taking some getting used to. Driving is exponentially more stressful these days.
Now, for a topic less stressful - the sky in Texas.
The song is right: "The stars at night are big and bright - Deep in the heart of Texas" (insert Pee Wee's Big Adventure reference here). I've seen by far the most beautiful sunsets I've seen in my life here. And I've seen the sunsets over the ocean in California, and over the mountains in Alaska. But they just really don't compare. The colors are so vibrant, and they vary so much. Different colors of pink, purple, blue, orange, and yellow. And the shapes they take, and the contrast of the colors.. it's just something to behold.
Today, it was storming outside. And the ominous clouds I saw were a bit intimidating. I saw the rain coming down, and thought, "OK, I just have to run to the car, then I'll be OK.". So I put on my hood, clutched my bag close, and opened the door and ran to my car.
Needless to say there is a lessons learned here: First of all, never underestimate a Texas sized storm. Second, zip up your coat when approaching said storm. Because holding it close does not stop the Texas sized rain drops from going down your blouse, soaking you to the bone starting from the inside out. Lastly, there is no shame in investing in some galoshes. It's much easier and more comfortable than wet feet.
By the time I got to my car, my legs, feet and shirt were soaked. The only thing that seemed to stay dry was my hair, although my bangs were a bit wet (thank goodness for hairspray). And it's not that far from the door of my building to the door of my car! We aren't even talking 25 yards maybe a tad more. you would think I was standing with arms open embracing it! My goodness. I drove home, to the skies opening up, thunder crashing down and lighting in the distance. Sometimes, the thunder seemed right on top of me. I did wonder if my Ruby car was going to survive. She's such a pampered car, and this was quite different from her SoCal home.
Let's combine our two topics now - raining beautiful skies, and crazy drivers. Did they stop the tailgating and cutting each other in the monster storm? Nope. Although I was happy going 40 in the slow rain, with my wipers on HIGH just so I could see the road!
I miss California. As the thunder rages outside, I hear the AC/DC song going in my head, THUNDER! and I think of the Chargers game I attend with my dad. Its the song they play at the games when we are getting ready to do something exciting.. or sometimes when they are at commercial break. As I drove home today, the thunder would crash and I would sing back, "NA NA NA NA NA NA NAAAA NAAAA!!!". If you've heard the song - thats funny, otherwise, feel free to roll your eyes.
So yes, i do like Texas. And there is lots more that I like about it. Another time, I'll talk about some more things. But I've written enough for now. :)
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Yippe Kye-yi-YAY!
Wow.. last posting in June, and here we are in August. So much has happened - it's hard to get it all out...
Basically, I got a job in Texas and have moved out here. It all happened so fast, it was just amazing, really. It seemed that it only took about 2 weeks to apply for the job, interview, and then get an offer. I never really thought I would get the job, but I did. I'm doing a lot of the same things I did in Long Beach, except now I've got the added bonus of being our site EVM (Earned Value Management) focal. That has made me super super busy. But I really love it, so I don't complain (not too much anyway).
Mark is still in California. I didn't quite anticipate how much it was going to suck having him there and me here. He was left to close up our apartment, get rid of our stuff, and basically clean up after me. I went to California once and did a little, but apparently, there was tons more to do. So he's been spending the past week stressing over packing, stuff, and wondering about his job out here. And that has just been really difficult on both of us. Aunt Isy says that all we can do is pray, and leave it up to God. But that is still very difficult, emotionally. I can hear the stress in his tone of voice.
As for me, I'm really enjoying Texas. It is hot, as everyone says, but with air conditioning, it doesn't bother me much. I'm trying to keep myself busy: I'm on facebook most every night, I'm thinking of taking a Bible Study class at the Methodist Church I am attending with Aunt Isy, and just basic stuff like that. Mark is visiting in September, and I'm looking for something fun for us to do while he's here. I want to have some time where we aren't stressed, and we can stop thinking about the stress of work and life; let's remember why we fell in love, and try to rekindle that.
Some things I'm enjoying about Texas: I love my new job. My boss is just incredible, and I can tell I'm going to love working for her. She's the type that makes you want to do a good job for her. She's challenging, yet fair, inspiring, yet very down to earth. I love the sunsets in Texas; they seem to turn such beautiful shades of pink and purple, orange and yellow, and the bluest of blues. I am always awe-struck when I see them. The thunderstorms, while sometimes scary, are so beautiful to see too. The lightening bolts strike through the sky, and it's just amazing! They light up the sky like a fireworks show. It's like nothing I've ever seen in California. And fireflies are no myth, my friends. I call them lightening bugs, because their butts light up. I love to watch them. Plus the pace is much slower, the people so friendly, and just an all around great experience.
I will get to see Stephen and Shyanne in a couple weeks. It is Danny and Rachael's anniversary, so we are going to take them for the night. I'm really excited about spending quality time with them. I'm not sure yet what we are going to do, but I'm sure it will be fun.
I think thats it for now. I will write more soon. With more time on my hands, I can spend more time doing things like this. I enjoy writing, and it's quite therapeutic. I'm not sure anyone is reading, but if you are, I'm sending you a big hug!
Basically, I got a job in Texas and have moved out here. It all happened so fast, it was just amazing, really. It seemed that it only took about 2 weeks to apply for the job, interview, and then get an offer. I never really thought I would get the job, but I did. I'm doing a lot of the same things I did in Long Beach, except now I've got the added bonus of being our site EVM (Earned Value Management) focal. That has made me super super busy. But I really love it, so I don't complain (not too much anyway).
Mark is still in California. I didn't quite anticipate how much it was going to suck having him there and me here. He was left to close up our apartment, get rid of our stuff, and basically clean up after me. I went to California once and did a little, but apparently, there was tons more to do. So he's been spending the past week stressing over packing, stuff, and wondering about his job out here. And that has just been really difficult on both of us. Aunt Isy says that all we can do is pray, and leave it up to God. But that is still very difficult, emotionally. I can hear the stress in his tone of voice.
As for me, I'm really enjoying Texas. It is hot, as everyone says, but with air conditioning, it doesn't bother me much. I'm trying to keep myself busy: I'm on facebook most every night, I'm thinking of taking a Bible Study class at the Methodist Church I am attending with Aunt Isy, and just basic stuff like that. Mark is visiting in September, and I'm looking for something fun for us to do while he's here. I want to have some time where we aren't stressed, and we can stop thinking about the stress of work and life; let's remember why we fell in love, and try to rekindle that.
Some things I'm enjoying about Texas: I love my new job. My boss is just incredible, and I can tell I'm going to love working for her. She's the type that makes you want to do a good job for her. She's challenging, yet fair, inspiring, yet very down to earth. I love the sunsets in Texas; they seem to turn such beautiful shades of pink and purple, orange and yellow, and the bluest of blues. I am always awe-struck when I see them. The thunderstorms, while sometimes scary, are so beautiful to see too. The lightening bolts strike through the sky, and it's just amazing! They light up the sky like a fireworks show. It's like nothing I've ever seen in California. And fireflies are no myth, my friends. I call them lightening bugs, because their butts light up. I love to watch them. Plus the pace is much slower, the people so friendly, and just an all around great experience.
I will get to see Stephen and Shyanne in a couple weeks. It is Danny and Rachael's anniversary, so we are going to take them for the night. I'm really excited about spending quality time with them. I'm not sure yet what we are going to do, but I'm sure it will be fun.
I think thats it for now. I will write more soon. With more time on my hands, I can spend more time doing things like this. I enjoy writing, and it's quite therapeutic. I'm not sure anyone is reading, but if you are, I'm sending you a big hug!
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
What IS going on with Mark and Anje?
It's been so long since I've posted - I'm not sure I remember how to do this. Let me take a whack at it, though...
Since I last blogged I made a visit out to Texas to attend a funeral. My uncle Albert passed away, and for some reason, I just felt really compelled to go out and support my aunts, uncles, and cousins. I saw my biological mom for the first time in about 10 years, but that went OK. Could have been much worse. My brother drove down to the Dallas area, so I got to see Stephen and Shyanne (could there be any better gift than those smiling faces? I don't think so.). Anyhow, it wasn't on the best of terms to visit, but I saw my cousin Michael, had long talks with my Aunt Isy, and just felt really blessed to have visited. I'm not sure why I so felt the need to be there, but it certainly did a lot for my spirit.
Other than that, Mark and I are just really hanging out. Mark celebrated his birthday on May 12, with some of friends coming over for dinner. I made my first venture into making Angel Food cake, and it wasn't a complete disaster. He seemed genuinely pleased, so that's good. He got a monitor for his piano and a zombie killing game (its rated M for Mature for a reason!).
Currently I'm on a mission to lose weight. My doctor seemed concerned, so I've joined a challenge at work. I feel like I'm working hard between spin class, and running and elliptical, but the scale is not so generous. My fitness coach tells me to stop looking at it, but I can't help myself. Maybe I should move it to the closet. But let's be honest, I'd just obsess over it, seek it out, and sneak a peek. :)
We have two trips coming up. Our first is for our first anniversary in July. The women who did our rehearsal dinner and wedding cake own a restaurant in Lompoc, so we will be heading up that way for some anniversary wedding cake (I don't know anyone who freezes theirs). We made a special request for cheesecake, and they've very willingly obliged. From there, we are heading a bit farther up the coast to Sycamore Mineral Springs, and staying one night. We may do some wine tasting along the way, but there is no itinerary, and therefore, no rush. Just some serious "us" time.
Our next trip has me SUPER excited. We are flying to Washington, DC. It has been a life long dream to visit the White House, and since I'm a big fan of it's current occupants, there is no better time. We'll be there for a week at the end of October. We are also trying to see my niece Brianna who lives out there with her mom. Very exciting indeed! I got great prices on the airline and the hotel. So far, the fare hasn't gotten lower than what I paid. YAY!
Other than that, not much is going on with us. We will see a new nephew join Mark's family in August, and we get to watch his youngest niece, Sophia grow up quite rapidly. In between all that fun is work - which we try not to take too seriously.
So, what's going on with you??
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
One Shot of Optimism, Please
I stayed home yesterday to watch the inauguration. I'm a total geek like that. I love all things Americana. And I especially love it when my country does me proud and elects officials who want to get stuff done! I watched the inauguration and all the events of the day with my girlfriend, LaToya. We are both huge fans of Obama, so it was equally fun for both of us.
As I watched, I couldn't help but be inspired. I couldn't help but be hopeful. Our new President spoke to each of us Americans. "Stop sitting on your butts, expecting a hand out, and get down to business, and let's all get work done!" is what I heard. He wasn't selfish or proud. He was humble and thoughtful. I got so wrapped up in his words.
Not everyone agrees with our nation's choice, but I hope they agree with his message. I hope they listened to what we all need to do. We need to work together. We need to work hard, all of us, and put our faith in each other. We need to make wrongs right, and move on from 8 years of bad policy, bad economy and bad reputation for all Americans.
It's a great time to be an American!
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Not much new - except that big TV!
Not much new in our house these days. Oh wait, there's a HUGE TV in our living room now! A little back ground....
One thing I love about Mark is his little quirks. They are so unique to just him. Even thinking on them now, it makes me smile. One thing he does is get up every Sunday morning (before me) and reads all the Sunday ads online. He diligently surfs through Target (our favorite), Best Buy, Circuit City, all the fun ones, and jots down little notes. Sometimes when I'm doing laundry, I find his little notes to himself.
Anyway, technology is Mark's "thing". In our family, the kitchen, cooking, and the like are my "thing" and anything technology is Mark's. Since we are all going digital, Mark has been spending quite some time looking for TVs; and specifically, the perfect one for us. Every once in a while, he'll get excited, and we'll go look at one, but for whatever reason we don't get it. Well, upon scouring Best Buy's ad last Sunday, Mark found one that made him excited. And so we went to Best Buy, and sure enough we got it. You'll have to ask him about all the detailed specs. I know that it's Samsung, 40-something inches, and we had to get a new cherry wood stand to put it on. I also know how to turn it on, and change the channels (but that's a whole other blog!).
Saturday comes around, and Mark, Jim (his oldest brother), and Uri (Mark's best man), all came over to put it all together. Why I didn't think to get the camera out to snap some shots, I'll never know, but forever regret. Three heads over one instruction manual, Uri saying, "MM goes into CC!", to which Jim replies - "Are you sure MM and not WW?", and then the three of them putting that piece together. Or Uri saying, "I think this means CC and DD go together, but what do you think, Jim?". What amazing guys they were together! It was such fun to watch! All I had to do was feed them.
So now we have a big TV, and beautiful stand made of glass and cherry in our living room.
Time for a new couch! It's an investment, right??!!
One thing I love about Mark is his little quirks. They are so unique to just him. Even thinking on them now, it makes me smile. One thing he does is get up every Sunday morning (before me) and reads all the Sunday ads online. He diligently surfs through Target (our favorite), Best Buy, Circuit City, all the fun ones, and jots down little notes. Sometimes when I'm doing laundry, I find his little notes to himself.
Anyway, technology is Mark's "thing". In our family, the kitchen, cooking, and the like are my "thing" and anything technology is Mark's. Since we are all going digital, Mark has been spending quite some time looking for TVs; and specifically, the perfect one for us. Every once in a while, he'll get excited, and we'll go look at one, but for whatever reason we don't get it. Well, upon scouring Best Buy's ad last Sunday, Mark found one that made him excited. And so we went to Best Buy, and sure enough we got it. You'll have to ask him about all the detailed specs. I know that it's Samsung, 40-something inches, and we had to get a new cherry wood stand to put it on. I also know how to turn it on, and change the channels (but that's a whole other blog!).
Saturday comes around, and Mark, Jim (his oldest brother), and Uri (Mark's best man), all came over to put it all together. Why I didn't think to get the camera out to snap some shots, I'll never know, but forever regret. Three heads over one instruction manual, Uri saying, "MM goes into CC!", to which Jim replies - "Are you sure MM and not WW?", and then the three of them putting that piece together. Or Uri saying, "I think this means CC and DD go together, but what do you think, Jim?". What amazing guys they were together! It was such fun to watch! All I had to do was feed them.
So now we have a big TV, and beautiful stand made of glass and cherry in our living room.
Time for a new couch! It's an investment, right??!!
Monday, January 5, 2009
O'Hearn Family Road Trip 2008
My Grandma said to me once, "Why should I go see other countries, when there is so much of my own country I still haven't seen?". I took that to heart when Mark and I planned our Christmas vacation this year. At the time we were looking, flights to the Oklahoma area, where my brother lives, were "prohibitively expensive" (as Mark would say). So, we opted to drive. This gave us the option to visit his sister, who is less than 2 hours from my brother.
Alas, a plan was hatched. Mark and I would drive straight through to Arkansas, about 25 hours, stay with his uncle in Springdale, then we'd go to Oklahoma, and finish our journey in Frisco, Texas.
His mom asked if we could bring a wedding dress out to Mark's sister, Sharie. "No problem", I thought, "we've got plenty of room".
Then she asked if we could bring another person. She and Mark's youngest sister, Amy, were flying out for the holidays, and Mark's dad doesn't care to fly. "No problem", we thought, "plenty of room, still!".
Our journey began on Dec. 20, at about 4:30 am, when we left Costa Mesa. Mark and I agreed to switch driving every 4 hours, so the other person could nap. We listened to Harry Potter on tape, and stopped for gas and potty breaks. We got into Springdale, Arkansas at 5:30 California time, and the temperature was 9 degrees.
Yes, you read that correct. NINE DEGREES.
We dropped Dad at Sharie's then continued the 1.5 mile journey to Uncle Jim's. What a wonderful and gracious host he and his wife were. He had an exotic spread of cheeses, and bourbon fudge made by monks; took us to the War Eagle Mill, where we had lunch; took us all over Fayetteville, and Razorback territory, visiting all the major sports complexes. We really enjoyed ourselves. The evenings were spent visiting with Mark's sisters, Amy and Sharie, his nieces, Sophia and Kathryn, nephews, George and Issa, and other family members. All in all, very wonderful time.
On Dec 24, we took off for Oklahoma. We spent the next few days with my brother and his family. We had a huge spread on Christmas day. We ate our way through that holiday, and Stephen and Shyanne had a great time opening their gifts. My brother, Danny, and Mark played Rock Band 2 every night except Dec. 28, when we watched the Chargers hand the Broncos their booties (what a blow out, 52-21, or something like that). Ever the fan, I was sporting my Mike Goff jersey and Charger santa hat. :)
Our original plan was to then head to Frisco, Texas after Oklahoma, to visit my Aunt Isy, then drive straight home to California with Mark's mom and dad. Somehow, we were able to stuff all of our stuff, plus mom and dad's stuff, plus a bag full of things from Mark's youngest sister into my trunk in the Corolla. We did end up holding things on our lap, but it all fit! We made our way to Frisco, and had a really nice time visiting with Aunt Isy. She invited my cousins Robert and his family, and Karen and her family, over for a luncheon. We had traditional Southern fare of black eyed peas, and all the fixin's.
As for driving straight through to California, Uncle Jim had other plans! We drove from Dallas to Las Cruces, New Mexico and stayed the night. According to his instructions, we were to stop at a particular place for Mexican food. But it was closed until Jan 3. So, after driving around looking for something else, we stopped at an Italian place. We got up the next morning and drove to Pie Town, New Mexico for a slice of pie. Uncle Jim had given us some directions off the beaten path, and what a wonderful drive it was. The scenery was beautiful, and the weather made for a lovely journey. After Pie Town, it was off to Flagstaff, where Uncle Jim put us up in Little America Hotel.
Wow. What an experience. It was such a gorgeous hotel, and our rooms were so cozy. It's a ski resort hotel, so think winter wonderland. There was snow on the ground, and all the trees were still decorated for Christmas, with lights up their trunks, and winter all around. The Chargers were playing Indy, so we had dinner in the bar so we could all watch. The bar had a giant tree along one wall, with branches that came up and over the bar area. On the branches were stained glass leaves. So beautiful. We watched the game until half time, then walked around the grounds, returning for the last quarter of the game to our room. Mary, Mark's mom, later told me that she didn't think she had to watch the game, as she could hear us cheering and jeering from her room! The Chargers won (with Mike Scifres in top form), so we were quite excited.
On Sunday, we woke up to snow falling. We attended a mass at San Francisco de Asis. As I was listening to the sermon, I was watching the windows, thinking how lovely the mountain looked while the snow was falling. Half way through the sermon, I noticed that I couldn't see the mountain anymore, as the snow was falling that hard! EEEK!
We drove through the blizzard for about 20-30 mins, but luckily, it let up, and all the way to California, it was smooth sailing. Stopping in New Mexico and Flagstaff were definitely the better way to go.
Now, we are spending our Monday catching up on laundry, going to the store, and preparing ourselves for our week. We don't get any time off until May, so we are trying to make the best of it. We had a really nice trip. Everything really went well for us. The weather cooperated, our family visits were outstanding, and my car, Ruby, got us there and back safely.
We truly are blessed!
Thanks for reading. More to come soon! I have Libby on my lap purring madly, and wanting some love!
Sunday, January 4, 2009
First Blog!!
One of my resolutions this year is to keep in better contact with family and friends. Mark has a blog on our website, but I like this site, so you just go one place and read up. Who know how often we change photos and everything else!
We've just returned from our Christmas vacation, so I'll blog on that tomorrow. Right now, we are unpacking and preparing for some laundry! WOO HOO!
We've just returned from our Christmas vacation, so I'll blog on that tomorrow. Right now, we are unpacking and preparing for some laundry! WOO HOO!
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