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Showing posts with label ramblings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ramblings. Show all posts
Friday, February 26, 2010
No Update-Update
That's what I like to call a point of communication when I really have nothing to say now, but want to let you know that I will have something to say later. Look forward to posts on:
Thursday, January 14, 2010
On Haiti
Like many of you, I am glued to the TV and internet taking in what I can bear to take in regarding the complete devastation in Haiti.
And I ponder: What can just one person do?
I made a donation to Doctors Without Borders. Why that particular cause? Consider it viral social media marketing at its best--my sister-in-law posted in her Facebook status that she made a donation to DWB and included the link. I clicked on it.
I asked my parish leaders to solicit the congregation to donate through our tithing program.
I continue to watch the coverage.
I cry.
I pray.
I pray for the lost, the maimed, the vulnerable. I cry for the now motherless children. One image is sticking in my head. A child about 4 years of age. He's sitting in the street, naked looking desperately around. His eyes pleading, "Is that you, Mother? Do you know where my mother is?"
So I pray some more that help will get there in time and that God will be with them.
And I ponder: What can just one person do?
I made a donation to Doctors Without Borders. Why that particular cause? Consider it viral social media marketing at its best--my sister-in-law posted in her Facebook status that she made a donation to DWB and included the link. I clicked on it.
I asked my parish leaders to solicit the congregation to donate through our tithing program.
I continue to watch the coverage.
I cry.
I pray.
I pray for the lost, the maimed, the vulnerable. I cry for the now motherless children. One image is sticking in my head. A child about 4 years of age. He's sitting in the street, naked looking desperately around. His eyes pleading, "Is that you, Mother? Do you know where my mother is?"
So I pray some more that help will get there in time and that God will be with them.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Quiet brings ramblings in the rambler
It's getting late. I can't recall the last time Kyle went to bed before me. He only goes before me when he is sick, as is the case this evening.
The kids are both sick too.
I took Cate back to Urgent Care this afternoon--her second trip in five days. Her fever would never go away. Finally, an ear infection was detected today. Poor girl. She was out three days of school last week and missed her first school Valentine's Day party, a school Sock Hop, her basketball game, her date with Kyle to see a play at the Children's Theater and she is now 0-for-2 on attending friend birthday parties. For the most part, she has been a real trooper. And of course, every time she so much as coughs to clear her throat, I get paranoid about her potential of having an asthmatic reaction.
Oh, Urgent Care clinic and Pediatrics office...just retain my bankcard number on file, okay?
But the quiet is nice. I'm not a morning person. No, I also believe if I tried to wake up a few minutes early to seek some solitude, it would not happen. Surely, I would hear the sound of tired little feet tripping my way, climbing up onto the couch and curling into the bend of my legs. It would be nice, but it would not be the quiet that is my companion at the moment.
It seems odd to think the hum from the lightbulb and the click-click-clicking of the handheld keyboard can be so comforting; an even more odd notion of comfort is the never-ending dull roll of the airplanes above arriving to and departing from the airport nearby.
This quiet gives me time to think. I can choose to freak out about everything I should be doing and fret about what I can't control or I can turn it around; let it go and be the best I can be each day, by being good not only to others but also to myself.
I think I am seeing progress here...
Tomorrow is coming, whether I like it or not. I choose to like it.
The kids are both sick too.
I took Cate back to Urgent Care this afternoon--her second trip in five days. Her fever would never go away. Finally, an ear infection was detected today. Poor girl. She was out three days of school last week and missed her first school Valentine's Day party, a school Sock Hop, her basketball game, her date with Kyle to see a play at the Children's Theater and she is now 0-for-2 on attending friend birthday parties. For the most part, she has been a real trooper. And of course, every time she so much as coughs to clear her throat, I get paranoid about her potential of having an asthmatic reaction.
Oh, Urgent Care clinic and Pediatrics office...just retain my bankcard number on file, okay?
But the quiet is nice. I'm not a morning person. No, I also believe if I tried to wake up a few minutes early to seek some solitude, it would not happen. Surely, I would hear the sound of tired little feet tripping my way, climbing up onto the couch and curling into the bend of my legs. It would be nice, but it would not be the quiet that is my companion at the moment.
It seems odd to think the hum from the lightbulb and the click-click-clicking of the handheld keyboard can be so comforting; an even more odd notion of comfort is the never-ending dull roll of the airplanes above arriving to and departing from the airport nearby.
This quiet gives me time to think. I can choose to freak out about everything I should be doing and fret about what I can't control or I can turn it around; let it go and be the best I can be each day, by being good not only to others but also to myself.
I think I am seeing progress here...
Tomorrow is coming, whether I like it or not. I choose to like it.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
100 Ramblings on the 100th Post
This is post #100. I started my blog back in January. I wondered if I would even get past February. Inspired by a random blogger I happened across one day, I think I'll take the exercise in jotting down 100 random thoughts. It's something different and who knows, you might learn something interesting about me...
- My middle name is Ellen
- I married at age 22
- I have 2 kids
- I would like to have another one (or two)
- But we aren't going to have any more
- Sometimes that bothers me
- Sometimes it doesn't
- Max's new haircut makes him look like a big boy
- Cate is an incredible little girl
- I expect a lot from her
- Sometimes I wonder if I'm too strict
- I had a massage today
- I can't wait to have another one
- My birthday is October 28
- I LOVE my birthday
- I almost didn't date Kyle b/c I thought he had a big nose
- I was 17 at the time
- I really admire his self-confidence
- He's an excellent father
- He makes me want to be an excellent mother
- I really like my walks to/from school with Cate
- I love watching golf on TV
- I wish I would make more time to play golf
- I should use a babysitter more often
- I married Kyle because I knew he would be an excellent husband
- I didn't want to have any children
- I am not currently motivated to get back to my goal weight
- I still see myself as I looked over 40 pounds ago
- I really want a motorcycle
- I don't think I can wait until my mid-life crisis to get one
- I hope my dad will sell me his motorcycle someday
- It bothers me that Kyle doesn't want me to have a motorcycle
- I hope I didn't bite off more than I can chew with church activities
- I kind of want to run another 5K
- I actually read two books this year
- I do not enjoy reading
- I am a horrible housekeeper
- I wish I could hire someone to clean my house
- It's a rambler
- I invite people over just to force myself to clean my house
- I wouldn't answer the door if someone just dropped by
- I enjoy cooking
- I follow the recipes to a tee
- I will never make up something on my own
- I admire people who can cook like that
- My favorite color is green
- Sometimes I wear head-to-toe black just to tease Cate
- And because I feel skinnier in black
- I love my naps
- I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up
- I worry whether I will ever be able to retire
- Yet I still spend money
- And don't save nearly enough
- I suck at finances
- Which makes me laugh given my six years of business analyst work
- I sometimes think about getting my MBA
- But I don't think I would get anywhere with it
- I would never be a stay at home mom
- I think that is the hardest job ever
- I have no idea how women do it
- I wish Kyle would stay home with the kids
- I wonder when my parents will be unable to watch the kids
- I worry about my Aunt Lola
- I wonder if she'll be here this time next year
- I worry that Obama will not win the election for the wrong reasons
- I am a fair-weather Vikings fan
- I love watching NFL football
- I wish I had cable TV
- But then I would watch way too much TV
- I would like to sell my elliptical machine
- I would like to get a gym membership
- My dream vacation is a Scandinavian cruise
- I have no idea when I'll take that vacation
- I was president of my class in 5th grade
- I went to state in speech
- I sucked at tennis
- I would like to take lessons
- I stayed in track my freshman year so I wouldn't have to pay my brother for the $100 shoes
- I had crushes on lots of boys
- I know that Cate will be the same way
- I can't wait for my kids to become adults
- I love my adult relationship with my parents
- I have no idea what I will do if/when my mom dies
- I always think: "what would Mom think of this?"
- I enjoy scrapbooking
- I started Cate's scrapbook when she was born in February, 2003
- I'm only as far as October, 2003
- I'm going digital for Max
- I don't like to cry in public
- Sometimes at church, I cry
- I still believe in the sacrament of reconciliation
- I'm 5' 8-1/4"
- My mom was 5' 8-1/4"
- I'm not looking forward to shrinking
- I love to wear knee length skirts and high heels
- I don't wear make-up often
- I think I should wear it more often
- In grade school I used to put my glasses on the pew during Mass and pray that God would heal my vision and my glasses would disappear
- People don't believe me when I tell them I'm an introvert
- I really enjoy looking at the visitor count on my blog.
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