Well, thanks to a very observant reader (you know who you are)- I actually can provide an answer to what happened to little Elian:
"Elian Gonzalez addresses Cubans"
One note though, after reading the article its tough not to think, "hmmmm, propaganda much?" But hey, glad the kids alright.
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
soundtrack
the two most annoying, recurring but somehow addicting songs right now are
Hollaback Girl - Gwen Stefani
Lonely - Akon
if you hear one of these songs, prepare to find it haunting you for several days...you will be assiimilated, resistance is futile :)
Hollaback Girl - Gwen Stefani
Lonely - Akon
if you hear one of these songs, prepare to find it haunting you for several days...you will be assiimilated, resistance is futile :)
random bit
Occasionally I catch myself thinking of the oddest things!
Recently the following item crossed my mind:
What happened to Elian Gonzales? Remember the poor Cuban kid whose Mother died trying to bring him to freedom and he was given back to his Father in Cuba? I don't pretend to have any idea what the right thing to do was there, but man did it take up the TV for days and days, and now, nothing - nada. Where is he, how is he? Its odd, our total obsession with something that ultimately we must not care about all that much, or we wouldn't just entirely forget about it...
Recently the following item crossed my mind:
What happened to Elian Gonzales? Remember the poor Cuban kid whose Mother died trying to bring him to freedom and he was given back to his Father in Cuba? I don't pretend to have any idea what the right thing to do was there, but man did it take up the TV for days and days, and now, nothing - nada. Where is he, how is he? Its odd, our total obsession with something that ultimately we must not care about all that much, or we wouldn't just entirely forget about it...
Mother's Day
I had not visited home in a pretty long time, my Mother was thrilled that I was going to visit for the holiday. She brought my sweet little Grandma out to brunch with us, who has been suffering with dementia at the least and Alzheimers at the worst.
I have gotten pretty used to her relentless repeated questions, heartbreaking and frusterating at times, but manageable. However, I was not prepared for the newest symptom, where sweet little granny says something absolutely outrageous.
For example, at one point she leans over to me and says"Hey, I have to tell you something Grandma to Granddaughter" (that should have been my first clue - she has never called herself grandma ever) when I leaned over she motioned to come even closer and said "this isn't for them" waving at the rest of my family.
The she says, completely matter of factly, "You know, you are gorgeous and you could make a lot of money, if you know what I mean..." then she winked and laughed, as I tried to process that my Italian Catholic Grandmother just told me I should probably get a job in the oldest profession in the world! Priceless
I have gotten pretty used to her relentless repeated questions, heartbreaking and frusterating at times, but manageable. However, I was not prepared for the newest symptom, where sweet little granny says something absolutely outrageous.
For example, at one point she leans over to me and says"Hey, I have to tell you something Grandma to Granddaughter" (that should have been my first clue - she has never called herself grandma ever) when I leaned over she motioned to come even closer and said "this isn't for them" waving at the rest of my family.
The she says, completely matter of factly, "You know, you are gorgeous and you could make a lot of money, if you know what I mean..." then she winked and laughed, as I tried to process that my Italian Catholic Grandmother just told me I should probably get a job in the oldest profession in the world! Priceless
Friday, May 13, 2005
flickr
So, I have been slowly uploading my mass of photos into flickr, working my way mostly from most recent backwards, its definately fun, but it makes me realize how many pictures I have and I am not even that good about taking pictures!
I posted a little flash app that Flickr offers, that show some of my uploaded pictures but it doesn't seem to show them all (and it said it would so I am confused) only the first 20 or so most recent...a bit frusterating...
Anyway, you may enjoy taking a look or may find some fun creating your own account, explore and enjoy! Happy Friday
- Love, me
I posted a little flash app that Flickr offers, that show some of my uploaded pictures but it doesn't seem to show them all (and it said it would so I am confused) only the first 20 or so most recent...a bit frusterating...
Anyway, you may enjoy taking a look or may find some fun creating your own account, explore and enjoy! Happy Friday
- Love, me
Thursday, May 05, 2005
Deep Thoughts by Jack Handy
I think I must put a warning here: this is not a lighthearted entry, so read at your own risk.
As I was walking back to my car the other night, I passed a house which had a sign out front that read "Journey's End." As I read it, it literally felt like I had the wind knocked out of me, and could not shake the thought that what that sign really meant is: "this is where we have come to die." It freaked me out, and not just a little.
I do not consider myself a morbid person or one who is overly concerned or focused on death, (in fact it is entirely possible that I actually unconsciously go out of my way to avoid any thought of death at all, mine or anyone else's) so it seemed odd to me that it hit me that way and that hard, but it did. I have never given any thought to where I want to die, I am always much more focused on where and how I want to live.
And then the following occured to me:
I consciously chose to live where I reside currently and aside from the possibilities of some occasional travel or winning a villa in some exotic country, I plan to live here always...uhhh, for the rest of my life...and man that is HUGE...the friends I have made so far and will make here are likely the people I am going to grow old with, share the events of my life with, attend weddings and funerals with, that I am going to bury and/or they are going to bury me. THIS, IS MY LIFE, it may change by unforseen events or people coming into it, sure, but just as much as that house and those occupants, I have generally seemed to arrived at both my journey's new beginning and also perhaps its end.
Like most people, I expect that I thought I would grow old with my husband and children and probably not very far from where I was raised, while staying connected to my family and friends.
Reasonable yes, likely to happen? No.
Why? Because, I don't have a husband or children, and realistically I may not ever have them.
I don't write that in a self pitying way, I write it as the simple fact that it is. At one time that statement was too painful to even utter, but recently I have come to not only accept how things have turned out but even to embrace them enough to wonder if they might have been a blessing.
I have a loving, but fractured family, that has been plagued by loss and illness and does not have many members left. And I have some wonderful friends that I cherish with all of my heart as much as my family. There is no dwelling that exists from my childhood that really feels like home, so in that way, I do feel a bit like an orphan. So I created my own home, in a place that feels like a part of me, and have been trying to carve out a life for myself here that I am excited about living while filling it with people and experiences that are good and meaningful, even without "the American dream".
Journey's End - huh.
As I was walking back to my car the other night, I passed a house which had a sign out front that read "Journey's End." As I read it, it literally felt like I had the wind knocked out of me, and could not shake the thought that what that sign really meant is: "this is where we have come to die." It freaked me out, and not just a little.
I do not consider myself a morbid person or one who is overly concerned or focused on death, (in fact it is entirely possible that I actually unconsciously go out of my way to avoid any thought of death at all, mine or anyone else's) so it seemed odd to me that it hit me that way and that hard, but it did. I have never given any thought to where I want to die, I am always much more focused on where and how I want to live.
And then the following occured to me:
I consciously chose to live where I reside currently and aside from the possibilities of some occasional travel or winning a villa in some exotic country, I plan to live here always...uhhh, for the rest of my life...and man that is HUGE...the friends I have made so far and will make here are likely the people I am going to grow old with, share the events of my life with, attend weddings and funerals with, that I am going to bury and/or they are going to bury me. THIS, IS MY LIFE, it may change by unforseen events or people coming into it, sure, but just as much as that house and those occupants, I have generally seemed to arrived at both my journey's new beginning and also perhaps its end.
Like most people, I expect that I thought I would grow old with my husband and children and probably not very far from where I was raised, while staying connected to my family and friends.
Reasonable yes, likely to happen? No.
Why? Because, I don't have a husband or children, and realistically I may not ever have them.
I don't write that in a self pitying way, I write it as the simple fact that it is. At one time that statement was too painful to even utter, but recently I have come to not only accept how things have turned out but even to embrace them enough to wonder if they might have been a blessing.
I have a loving, but fractured family, that has been plagued by loss and illness and does not have many members left. And I have some wonderful friends that I cherish with all of my heart as much as my family. There is no dwelling that exists from my childhood that really feels like home, so in that way, I do feel a bit like an orphan. So I created my own home, in a place that feels like a part of me, and have been trying to carve out a life for myself here that I am excited about living while filling it with people and experiences that are good and meaningful, even without "the American dream".
Journey's End - huh.
Monday, May 02, 2005
Whiskey River Take My Mind...
Willie Nelson played at the Pozo Saloon yesterday, it was a beautiful day and a great concert. He sang my favorite songs, and my most favorite song and it was a little slice of heaven on earth.
I got to dance with 4 year old Orion, one of the cutest children I have ever seen, who decided upon meeting me that we were going to be friends and hung out with me all day. I bought a Willie tank top and I got to wear the cowboy hat Willie Nelson gave my Dad 30 years ago that my Dad finally gave to me...EPIC!
Pozo is out in the middle of nowhere, a historical landmark because it was once a stagecoach stop, several of us locals decided to rent a bus so we wouldn't have to worry about driving, getting lost, or drinking. I really hardly knew most of the people who took the bus with me, but I made a few new friends with a few of the gals who live in my town and went.
It was an amazing Sunday!
Monday, April 18, 2005
packing it in
If you think I can pack a lot into a day, you would blown away by how much can happen in a weekend!
I was mostly about serious spring cleaning this weekend, my sunroom (which is almost all windows including the roof & is located at the back of the house overlooking the creek & leading to the deck) is now cleared out and ready for hosting summer BBQ's, lazy afternoons, arts and crafts or the very rare afternoon catnap.
It was quite a process & though it all looks very nice right now, it has caused a fair amount of chaos throughout the rest of the house which will have to be handled sooner than later. I cannot wait to have a yard sale with all of the stuff I am ready to let go of - a little cash & a lot more room - total bonus.
This large purging also required sorting through a lot of photos and cards and miscellaneous notebooks, schoolbooks and pieces of paper - much memory laning. I found pictures of my maters degree graduation, of my last day at acer, of a baseball game with medchannel co-workers at the new Pac Bell Park when it opened, so many other ones I had completely forgot I had. It made me nostalgic, for people and places and times of my life. It brought smiles and tears and groans and caused a flood of little flashbacks. I do live a very full life, it may not always be exaclty the way I would like it to be, but I have been able to do a lot, meet a lot of different people, go a lot of places and appreciate the experiences.
To the many many people who have been a part of my life, thank you for making it richer.
Peace and love!
I was mostly about serious spring cleaning this weekend, my sunroom (which is almost all windows including the roof & is located at the back of the house overlooking the creek & leading to the deck) is now cleared out and ready for hosting summer BBQ's, lazy afternoons, arts and crafts or the very rare afternoon catnap.
It was quite a process & though it all looks very nice right now, it has caused a fair amount of chaos throughout the rest of the house which will have to be handled sooner than later. I cannot wait to have a yard sale with all of the stuff I am ready to let go of - a little cash & a lot more room - total bonus.
This large purging also required sorting through a lot of photos and cards and miscellaneous notebooks, schoolbooks and pieces of paper - much memory laning. I found pictures of my maters degree graduation, of my last day at acer, of a baseball game with medchannel co-workers at the new Pac Bell Park when it opened, so many other ones I had completely forgot I had. It made me nostalgic, for people and places and times of my life. It brought smiles and tears and groans and caused a flood of little flashbacks. I do live a very full life, it may not always be exaclty the way I would like it to be, but I have been able to do a lot, meet a lot of different people, go a lot of places and appreciate the experiences.
To the many many people who have been a part of my life, thank you for making it richer.
Peace and love!
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
Have a Heart
This little guy and his family are facing a huge health crisis, please send your love and prayers, and when the times comes, anything you can spare to help him get a new heart. thanks!!
Galen Dahl
Galen Dahl
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
mariposa reina - queen of the flutterby's
There are thousands, perhaps millions of butterflies, EVERYWHERE today. No joke, no exaggeration - about 60 per minute are currently passing due North outside of the window at work and are basically swarming the air - I have NEVER seen anything like this in my life, and I absolutely love and always notice butterflies. Happy Spring!!
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
soundtrack
seems like almost every day a random song or snippet of song, will pop into my head and then stick around.
Often, there is a direct correlation such as a song playing in the store that I heard without really hearing, but sometimes...no clue.
Today's song for example, I believe I know from my childhood and I think comes from a Shirley Temple movie I saw once, why it popped in today, and why it stuck with me, I don't know...but here goes:
"I'm laughin'
and i got nothin to laugh about
if I can laugh, sing, dance and shout
sister so can you"
picture a Gone With the Wind style "Mamie" singing in a gloriously big and beautiful voice
ya - i don't know either - but there it is
Often, there is a direct correlation such as a song playing in the store that I heard without really hearing, but sometimes...no clue.
Today's song for example, I believe I know from my childhood and I think comes from a Shirley Temple movie I saw once, why it popped in today, and why it stuck with me, I don't know...but here goes:
"I'm laughin'
and i got nothin to laugh about
if I can laugh, sing, dance and shout
sister so can you"
picture a Gone With the Wind style "Mamie" singing in a gloriously big and beautiful voice
ya - i don't know either - but there it is
Creakin' part 2
two things that do not rock about creekin':
1) mosquito bites (yes I will get insect reppellent)
2) poison ivy - itchy, itchy, itchy!!!
1) mosquito bites (yes I will get insect reppellent)
2) poison ivy - itchy, itchy, itchy!!!
Monday, March 28, 2005
Creekin'
Because of a major deadline and a business trip, I have been feeling lucky to get 5 hours sleep a night over the past few weeks and spent unbelievable amounts of time in the car and sitting in meetings. Which has resulted in the most acute desire to be outside and in motion.
I finally bought a pair of knee high rubber boots so that I could start hiking the gorgeous creek that runs through my backyard. We know that Native Americans roamed all over the land we live on, and many people have found artifacts. After a good rain is the best time to find things because the water loosens everything up and brings it downstream.
Just being out, on a semi sunny day was pretty cool all by itself, but I also found several pieces of abalone shell that are soooo beautiful and indicative of an old Chumash campsite. It was so much fun to explore, to imagine the people who lived here before me, to connect for a moment the past and present. Some people believe that Chumash means "Seashell People" and I definatley agree its very possible.
I finally bought a pair of knee high rubber boots so that I could start hiking the gorgeous creek that runs through my backyard. We know that Native Americans roamed all over the land we live on, and many people have found artifacts. After a good rain is the best time to find things because the water loosens everything up and brings it downstream.
Just being out, on a semi sunny day was pretty cool all by itself, but I also found several pieces of abalone shell that are soooo beautiful and indicative of an old Chumash campsite. It was so much fun to explore, to imagine the people who lived here before me, to connect for a moment the past and present. Some people believe that Chumash means "Seashell People" and I definatley agree its very possible.
Wednesday, March 16, 2005
Disgusting!
At some point we are going to have to admit that:
a) there isn't enough oil in the world the way we use it
b) good alternatives exist and have been available
I am just disgusted, and not JUST about the beauty that will be destroyed. The dependence on foreign oil isn't the problem, the problem is the dependence on a limited substance that is no longer even necessary.
Alternatives abound, here are a few links:
Biodiesel
Diesel & Hybrids
Veggie Fuel
Senate OKs Alaska wildlife refuge drilling
| Staff writer of The Christian Science Monitor
In a major victory for President Bush's energy policy, the Senate voted Wednesday to open Alaska's wildlife refuge to oil drilling. The 51-to-49 Senate vote moves the prospect of drilling in the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge (ANWR) closer to reality after two decades of debate. It comes as oil and gas prices are approaching new highs.........click here for more
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
