Tuesday, December 29, 2009

A Year Gone By ~

Oh yes! How does that ole' saying go, "The years go by faster as you get older?" As I get older, I find that saying rings more truth with every year that goes by. I can hardly believe it has come to an end.

As I reflect on this past year, I remember the laughter, the joy, the hard work and the tears. It is also a time to think of the new one to come. This is a time of new beginnings. I want to live more in the moment. To be able to fully appreciate the "now."

To let go
Let life
Surprise me.

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Have A Merry Merry Christmas!

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

The Month Of December

The cover of STING ~ IF ON A WINTER'S NIGHT...


December come to me
I hope I can see
You not just in dreams
I will let you be
Why can't you believe
How much you really mean?
December won't you come
Back with snow, even some
Don't say that it's done
I will carry you home
Take you from the loneliest place
You have known
I will carry you home
Take me from the loneliest place
I have known

Written by Norah Jones


Since the Month of August, there have been many deaths. In the month of November alone, there were four people I personally knew in one week. It was bizarre to read the obituaries in our local newspaper and see four people that I knew on one page. Charlie's mom passed away in September and also someone who's daughter died at a young 19 years of age in August, just to name a few.

The holiday's come and it is very hard for some that have lost their loved ones. To make matters worse, decisions are hurled at them daily. It can be overwhelming regardless of the way they are feeling. The holiday season accentuates the fact that their loved ones are no longer with them. Many people feel isolated from the festivities and alone in a variety of ways. Families split by divorce and families separated by distance have a difficult time handling the holiday season as well. People with meager financial means who cannot afford to keep up with the demands of the season also struggle to survive. In many households there is sadness, often hidden behind a happy facade. A season that began as the remembrance of the blessed birth has unfortunately evolved into a season of a high rate of suicides and heavy burdens.
From the book When Will I Stop Hurting? by June Cerza Kolf

The last two weeks some friends and I have come together and made baskets to reach out to those we know who've lost their loved ones or finding it difficult this year financially; letting them know they are not alone, show to support, and try to lessen the heavy burden. December can be a month of sadness to many. It is a hard month to get through. I know this from past experience.

You might know someone who is in need and not know how to approach them. Just do it. Let your heart reach out; send them a card with a personal note, or give them a hug for starters. Sometimes our gut is telling us exactly what to do and we are afraid to act on it. Just go with it. It may be the one gift you can give that makes all of the difference to someone this season.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

First Day of Winter

Looking out the window today, it is hard to believe yesterday was the first day of Winter. The sky is a bright blue and the birds are acting as if it were Spring. If it wasn't for the brisk cold air that cuts through you when you step outside, I would too. As I was getting wood to put into the fire this morning, I heard wild Geese making their familiar Geese call . I looked up to see them flying above in their V formation . It stirs emotion inside me every time I witness this. I can not help it.

They are Beyond Beautiful ~

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Violets blooming in my kitchen window.

A bird contemplating on taking a bath.

I purchased this blown glass bird feeder and hung it in my Japanese Maple tree in the back yard. I am wondering why I haven't done this a long time ago? I think I have enjoyed the birds as much as the birds have enjoyed the feed!

*Listening to STING ~ IF ON A WINTER'S NIGHT and NORHA JONES ~ THE FALL this morning as I finish up the gift wrapping.

I hope you have a beautiful day!

Friday, December 18, 2009

A Rockin' Santa

Santa getting his groove on!

Our local fire station drives one of their fire trucks adorned with lights up and down the streets in the little town where I live. While Christmas music lets the residents know they are coming, Santa waves and yells "Merry Christmas!" In addition, little elves are busy handing out candy canes. Everyone looks forward to this event and will walk out to the street to greet our Fire Fighters to support their jolliness. Diandra danced along to the music "Rockin' Around" as the firetruck with Santa atop came down the road. Santa obviously saw her ahead of him, because he started mimicking her moves, and rocked to the music as he passed our house.

We are on our way to see two of our grandson's Christmas Program. You never know what little kids will do up on stage. What a great way to start the weekend!

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Little Moments

The sun rising as I unlocked the cafeteria doors for the kids that come early. With going to work as early as I do, seeing the sun rise is a favorite part of my day.

A case of fresh oranges waiting to be cut for breakfast. As I was cutting these oranges, the sweet smell of citrus sprayed into the air. I couldn't help but think about how bright and pleasing to the eye they were as I cut them. I thought about how in the season of Winter, the orange stands out. It promotes healing when so many are fighting off being sick. I thought about the Persimmons, Lemons and Pomegranate's too. How good is God? He has thought of everything.

As I made Peanut Butter & Jelly sandwiches, I scooped the jelly out of the jar and plopped down a heart.

This morning a double rainbow outside the cafeteria's kitchen door reminded me of God's promise.

As the milk man finished with his delivery, he asked me, "Well Angela, is it a good day so far?" I smiled and said, "It is just getting started!"

Tuesday, December 15, 2009


I read this comic FOR BETTER OR FOR WORSE this past weekend in the Sunday newspaper and it brought a smile to my face. The week before, I had a conversation with a friend that was almost word for word! Looking back, I can't believe at how I was "on top of it" when I had four kids at home. Everything was done the weekend before Thanksgiving and absolutely no later than the weekend after. It now takes me forever to do anything! I tell myself every year, "Next year, I will do better!" Next year comes, yet... there is still "no change" to be seen and then I feel disappointed in myself. Reading this comic made me feel like I am not alone. There are others out in the world like me!

There is always next year ~


*Click on comic so that you can enlarge it for a better read.

Friday, December 11, 2009

Are You Willing?

Women playing cards in China Town

The bigger the investment
the bigger the return.
You have to be
willing to
take a chance.

You have to understand
you might lose it all,
but if you take
that chance,
the payoff may
surprise you.

I am speaking in general to life as in relationships ~ not necessarily the card game.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

China Town

After our mini melt down (non-stop laughing hysterically in Old Navy) we decided it was time to venture off and do a little site seeing. Our feet took us to a bus stop which led us to China Town. In my past visits, I have only driven through it, so this was such a treat! Towards dusk time, we started to feel like we were actually in China listening to the Mandarin language, which made me feel like a foreigner! It was wonderful to see a different culture and as I looked around at the old buildings, I could feel the history everywhere. I will say it again, it was wonderful and it was my favorite part of the day.

This dragon was so big, it was in the center of a circling stair well. Beautiful!

A little sunshine planted outside of someones window.

This is what the street lights looked like. Notice the dragons climbing up the pole.

Airing hopefully clean laundry! LOL!

An oriental apartment building. Again, notice everyone is drying their clothes out the window's. I don't know why that just amazed me? I guess it is because, we just don't see that here in the valley.

Chinese lanterns hanging everywhere outside of this building.

This picture does not bring justice to this old building. It overlooked the park and when I looked up, the colors were gorgeous! On the very top of the building it is metal and is turning Verde green/grey. The purple and colorful clothes with the green was so pleasing to the eyes. Looking at the picture, I don't know why I am posting it. I wish that you could have seen what I saw.

A pigeon getting a drink right out of the faucet.

Some older women sitting on milk boxes with a make shift card table out of a card board box turned upside down. They were playing a serious game of cards and pennies, and it was COLD out. There was another lady with a big camera who got this shot too. We smiled at each other as we shared this moment , seeing how sweet these ladies were and never having to say a word.

An old sign in the market area.

A mini produce market.

Colorful produce.

Next year, we will visit two old women who make Fortune cookies by hand at the Golden Gate Fortune Cookie Factory!

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Annual San Francisco Trip

The first weekend of December is our annual San Francisco trip. My Nina charter's a bus and it takes no time to fill it up. In fact you have to act fast or your spot could be filled. The trip starts out with mimosa's and a chance to win back your $30 dollars that covered the bus fare. It is a full day of serious shopping and by the end of the day I am exhausted!

Seriously ~ The day starts with getting up early to get ready and catch the bus at 7:30 A.M. I walk through the doors of my home 15 minutes after 10:00 P.M. Although I am tired and it is no sooner over, I am looking forward to next year!

I liked how the sun was shining on the water as we were driving on the San Francisco Bay Bridge.

The bus dropped us off at the Union Square. I have to take a picture of her every time although she never changes.

This man had the coolest pants on.

They were covered with patches and he had a jacket to go with them.

We enjoyed this saxophone's solo. He played Christmas music beautifully.

This was my daughter-n-law Nessa's first time to go with us on our annual trip. As we waited for my sister to purchase her things at the OLD NAVY register, we amused ourselves with Nessa acting like one of the mannequins in the window. We laughed uncontrollably at the expressions of people walking by as they noticed her blowing kisses and realized that she wasn't one.

We went to my favorite store ANTHROPOLOGIE.

The Christmas tree at San Francisco's Pier 39 where we enjoyed our dinner and a coffee to cap off our day. My sister Jessica is in the darker right hand corner of this picture.

Do you have a special place where you do your shopping?

Monday, December 7, 2009

I Am Feeling It!

Bill board on side of building as you enter San Francisco

Our local newspaper said, "Today just might turn into a winter wonderland today, at least for a little while. With forecasters saying 1 to 3 inches of snow may fall not too far north of here. Modesto might get it's first dusting in years."

This morning I got a call from my husband Charlie asking me if it was snowing outside?
I said, "No, why is it there where you are working?"
He said, "It is falling down like crazy! I was just thinking about you. I've never kissed you in the snow."
Awwwww! He melted my heart!
I wanted to drive where he was and give him that kiss.
Sweet ~

Currently it is 37 degrees at 11:44 A.M. That is cold here for this time of day! I love it though! I have the wood stove going and I will be making a stew for dinner.

How is the weather where you live?

Monday, November 30, 2009

Let yourself wish ~ dream of...

Ever, Ever After

Storybook endings, fairy tales coming true
Deep down inside we want to believe they still do
In our secretest heart it's our favourite part of the story
Let's just admit we all want to make it too

Ever ever after
If we just don't get it our own way
Ever ever after
It may only be a wish away

Starting your fashion, wear your heart on your sleeve
Sometimes you reach what's realest by making believe
Unafraid, unashamed
There is joy to be claimed in this world
You even might wind up being glad to be you

Ever ever after
Though the world will tell you it's not smart
Ever ever after
The world can be yours if you let your heart
Believe in ever after

No wonder your heart feels it's flying
Your head feels it's spinning
Each happy ending's a brand new beginning
Let yourself be enchanted, you just might break through

To ever ever after
Forever could even start today
Ever ever after
Maybe it's just one wish away
Your ever ever after
Ever ever ever after

(I've been dreaming of a true love's kiss)

Oh, for ever ever after


My Sister Jessica watched a cute Walt Disney movie titled Enchanted with her boys. She called wanting me and my daughter Diandra to watch it explaining that in the movie she started to cry unexpectedly and it surprised her. I watched the movie and did the very same thing. The movie is about divorce and how complicated life can be. Leave it to Walt Disney to reach the child that lives within and touch us. It was a beautiful children's movie. Two years old, but a keeper.

Friday, November 27, 2009


Our Thanksgiving was anything but a Norman Rockwell picture. We spent our day alone with a couple of visits from two of my aunts that were down from Washington (which I am most grateful for). Our Thanksgiving of everyone getting together had been planned for months but, unfortunately a week before Thanksgiving, a family feud erupted and we felt it was best that we did not attend. If it was not for my two aunt's coming over that day, it would have only been a day of watching The Macy's Parade, Trains Planes and Automobiles, A Miracle on 34th street, Coming Home for the Holiday's, and The Family Stone. As I watched these movies, it made me realize that family bickering happens to even the best of families. I then started thinking about how many people are spending this holiday alone with no one at all. My thoughts started to trail down to deep thinking and an understanding of how hard the holidays are for many people; people that don't have anyone, people that have recently lost a loved one or feelings without hope and feelings of despair. When my friend learned of the situation with my family, she immediately invited us to join her and her family. I also learned a lesson from her, that when you see or feel someone is going through something, to reach out. Her invitation was heartfelt and I will never forget it.

Although our Thanksgiving was spent alone, I was thankful for so much; for God, Charlie, my family and friends.

Monday, November 23, 2009


How is it, I share a home with a General Contractor and a College Graduate, yet I am the only one who knows how to assemble this contraption? I find myself snickering every time I put the roll on.

I am sure they could conjure up more than a few things about moi.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Tests and More Tests!

Charlie's UCSF visit went well. At first, I wasn't happy with it. Our oncologist here, shared with us before we went, that our oncologist at UCSF had two surgeons to pick from and wanted us to see the more conservative surgeon opposed to the more aggressive surgeon. I thought to myself, 'Uhggg, he is going to drag his feet and we will be going back and forth.' The visit started out just the way I thought it would; the surgeon didn't want to do the surgery until he ran a few tests to see what was going on. He explained to us that it was a serious spine surgery and there would be reconstruction involved. The test he wanted to do is a Pet scan. This particular test would tell us more about the tissue and what was going on inside of Charlie. I thought, 'Well, why didn't they (the doctors) just do this one in the first place!' Well, we found out later it is because it is a nuclear test and this test is done only when necessary. It was at this moment I felt we were in good hands with this surgeon and therefore our oncologists; both here and in UCSF. The surgeon explained to us that when they get the scan results, all of the spine doctors and oncologists will sit around a table and discuss Charlie and what the best way to handle his case is. Charlie had this test done on Monday, and we are just waiting for the results. The surgeon explained to us, that it is not uncommon for a person to fracture a bone due to a prior accident from early on in life or a year ago. This weakens the bone and it does happen. It also happens from bone cancer. The surgeon wasn't comfortable that two biopsies Charlie has had, came back negative, although the tests suggest that he does indeed have bone cancer from the hot spots on his images. His last scan also shows that it is progressing up his spine. It's a lot... I know. After reading how the Pet scan works, I really feel good about this test. I think it will give us the answer we are needing so that we can deal with it or put it behind us and finally be able to go on with our lives one way or another.

*Note ~ There is a link where Pet Scan is highlighted

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

What Dreams Are Made Of~

Do you ever have a dream that lingers for a day or so and makes you think, 'Hmmm, what was that all about?' As time unwinds, I usually can figure it out. I have read some dream books and I like my interpretation much better. The dream books that I have read always are way off the mark of what you think the dream was about or the total opposite and make no sense at all! However, there may be some good dream books out there and I could be reading the wrong ones.

My dream started with me coming home (not our current home, but in the dream I knew that it was) and finding Charlie busy remodeling one of the rooms. When I walked in further, I found Tom Welling taking measurements of a window. I was taken aback to find Tom in our home, let alone helping Charlie. Tom introduced himself and we started talking about how he has enjoyed working with my husband; learning he would rather build things than act. This next part really surprised me because I would never do this in real life; I grabbed my camera and asked if I could take a picture of us. He said winking at me, "Sure! Only if the boss doesn't mind." Charlie said, "It was fine." I wasn't happy with the photo because I was in my scrubs and wanted to take a shower, do my hair and wear something more appropriate for the photo. I asked Tom, "How long will you be working with Charlie?" He said, "The rest of the week." I explained to him that I wanted to shower and look more presentable for our picture. Tom said, "Oh sure, no problem." That is when I woke up. I just thought to myself, 'That was a weird dream. What was that all about?'

Two days went by and I couldn't get that dream out of my head. As I sat around the table with my two daughter-in-laws, I shared my dream with them. Oh course they started razzing me but as I was telling them about it, I started to understand it more clearly. I have always felt that Charlie is my Superman; It just so happens that a healthy Tom Welling plays Superman. I have also wanted to take pictures of Charlie and I. Before we found out Charlie had cancer, I kept telling myself for a couple of years that it was time that we got some updated pictures of ourselves as a couple and regretted not getting those pictures once he had cancer and lost so much weight with chemo. Now that Charlie has gained some weight back, I have wanted my daughter to take some photos of Charlie and I but time never allowed it to happen. My dream was telling me, "Now is the time to get some pics with your Superman."

* Charlie and I will be going to UCSF at the end of this week to discuss with the surgeon what he wants us to do.

Saturday, October 31, 2009

The River of Life

"­Do you ever wonder what makes up blood? Unless you need to have blood drawn, donate it or have to stop its flow after an injury, you probably don't think much about it. But blood is the most commonly tested part of the body, and it is truly the river of life. Every cell in the body gets its nutrients from blood."
Taken from the web site; How stuff works ~ How Blood Works

Although this last month has been a grueling experience for me, it was well worth it. Going into this, I had no idea this program was only a month long and I would be expected to learn a "career" in that short amount of time. There is still so much to learn. I will never forget coming home after the second night of attending this class and trying to "milk a finger." Charlie and I will ask each other what plans we have for the weekend; my reply after this particular Thursday night class was to go to a farm and practice milking a cow. Charlie's reaction was wanting more information and I had to explain to him, that I had to "milk" a finger and have never even milked a cow; I had to learn the skill. I never did practice on a cow, but I am sure I could do it now after this class. During the first couple of venipunctures, I was uncomfortable with feeling a rush when I would see the blood hit the tube. I didn't know if this feeling was because I hit the vein with success, and causing excitement. I also was uncomfortable with the feeling of how beautiful I thought the color of blood was. I was sharing this with my daughter-in-law Nessa as we were running and she said, "This is what vampires must feel like!" Which in addition, is also what they call a Phlebotomy Technician. I shared with my instructor what I was feeling and found two other class mates that felt the same as I did. With raised eyebrows, the look on our instructors face said that we said to much. We all had a good laugh. After 50 venipunctures, that rush is no longer felt, although I still think the color of blood is beautiful.

While attending this program, I have new respect growing with everything that I am learning about how our body functions. I find myself really thinking about what I put into my body and how I treat it. I recently had a physical and learned everything is good except I am anemic. The week before I had my physical, I noticed I was extremely tired during and after my daily run. I had just chalked it up to everything I was pushing myself with catching up to me. When I got my test results, it all made sense. After finishing my clinical last week, I am taking care of myself and have given myself permission to taking it easy this week. It has been so intense with the rigorous studying, a test with every class and learning the skill of drawing blood. It has been nice to take time, go over what I have learned and be able to really take it in.

The experience of working in a clinic was very interesting and quite different than working in a school cafeteria. The first day during lunch, we all sat around a table. As I ate my turkey sandwich the two Doctors, nurses, receptionist and Pharmaceutical Rep discussed Viagra and all it entailed. Of course the inappropriate jokes and conversation went along with this discussion as I only wanted to quietly slip out of the room. Our class instructor had warned us before our clinical that we would hear every form of gossip and encouraged us NOT to get involved. The very first day in the lab, one employee after another would vent what they were feeling about the other as that person would walk out. My back felt like it was going to snap when I got home from all of the tension and feeling nervous of not knowing what the day was going to be like. The rest of the week got better with every day that went by. I got through the doctors inappropriate jokes he would tell me and the back biting the ladies would try to invite me to join. Putting all of that aside, I enjoyed working in the clinic and the hands-on experience it gave me.

My next step in this journey is to take my NCCT (the state test). I am just waiting for my certificate saying I finished the program to arrive and then the date will be set. Until then, I will be studying and getting ready for that test. Our instructor will also open the lab at school on the weekend so we can continue practicing our draws. I can see a shimmer of light at the end of the tunnel!

*Blood taken from Google images

Friday, October 9, 2009

Jean Ann ~

March 21, 1942 - September 30, 2009

Jean, at the beginning of her Alzheimer's with Diandra while we were camping.

My Mother-in-law Jean Ann passed away September 30, she was 67 years old. Jean had Alzheimer's. The last week of her life, she was in the care of Hospice. We were fortunate to have a Hospice facility in the town that we live in and it just so happens to be down the street from where we live. After work, I would go for my run, rush to Hospice and take my homework and sit with Jean so that my father-in-law could go home and take a shower and get something to eat. During this time, I would talk to Jean and tell her what I was doing, my concerns for our family and how much I loved her. I told her how I admired her for going back to school and learning the Hotel management business, so that she could provide for her and her husband with his disability after his accident. She managed hotels for a man who owned one in San Simeon, Solvang, Monterey, and Salinas. That ended when when we found out about her Alzheimer's. This neurological disease took control of her brain fast and she was unable to talk with us. We slowly watched her leave us, to only see glimpses of her still there from time to time. At first when this would happen, she would only cry at the frustration of not being able to speak with us.

In Denair, Jean lived right behind us and the fence between our houses had a gate so that visiting came easy. I can recall the downfall to that was that I felt like I had to keep my house clean at all time and be on top of things. The upside to living behind them was that she always had a pot of coffee going, an ear to listen, a shoulder to cry on and a heart ready to help you if in need. She made the meanest pot of chili beans, the best boysenberry jelly and a bowl of creamy oatmeal to die for. Jean was always ready and willing to cook a meal and could do so with just a few ingredients. Amazing! I can remember our family B-B-Q's in either of our backyards. My sister-in-law Sandy, Jean and I would all contribute a dish to the meal and we helped clean up together. During this time, we would share our concerns and laugh about the silly things the kids would do. The last several years, I would often find myself missing her and the way it was before the Alzheimer's, when our family got together. Helping in the kitchen and contributing a home cooked dish is just not done anymore. I feel that was the time when we came together and bonded in our "woman/sister hood"; our roots were able to run deep in our love for one another and grow.

When I had my daughter Diandra, Jean would come and get my son Rob in the morning and let me rest and get acquainted with my new baby girl. I would wake up to biscuits, boysenberry jelly and a pot of hot tea on a tray. She did this for two weeks. Jean loved her family and grand-kids. During the funeral service, there was a slide show that displayed endless photos of her with all of her grandchildren.

This was before seven grand-children were added to our family.

I often felt like Alzheimer's robbed us of time with Jean. My daughter read the poem Life Between the Dash at her funeral service and pointed out that although we had a limited time with Jean, this woman gave us the best years of her life. She illuminated characteristics of Jesus in the way that she loved us all. Diandra spoke beautifully about her granny and made us realize the time we had with Jean was to be cherished.

Diandra looked a lot like her grand-mother. I think you will be able to see the resemblance below.

Jean would hold the kids and recite this poem to them as she would hold their hands and clap. As I recall this memory, I can still hear the kids giggle as they tried to say it with Jean . Diandra started her eulogy with this.

"I love you little,
I love you lots,
My love for you
would fill 10 pots,
20 buckets,
30 cans,
2 foot tubs
and 6 dishpans."



I read of a man who stood to speak
at the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
from the beginning...to the end.

He noted that first came her date of birth
and spoke the following date with tears,
but he said what mattered most of all
was the “dash” between those years. (1934 -1998)

For that dash represents all the time
that she spent alive on earth...
and now only those who loved her
know what that little line is worth.

For it matters not, how much we own;
the cars...the house...the cash,
what matters is how we live and love
and how we spend our “dash”.

So think about this long and hard...
are there things you'd like to change?
For you never know how much time is left,
that can still be rearranged.

If we could just slow down enough
to consider what's true and real,
and always try to understand
the way other people feel.

And be less quick to anger,
and show appreciation more
and love the people in our lives
like we've never loved before.

If we treat each other with respect,
and more often wear a smile...
remembering that this special “dash”
might only last a little while.

So, when your eulogy's being read
with your life's actions to rehash...
would you be proud of the things they say
about how you spent your “dash”?

by Linda Ellis

When Charlie went through chemo, I was scared, lonely, uncertain of what the future held for us and found myself wanting Jean more than anything. Sitting with her in Hospice, I told her this. I also told her that I knew with every fiber and cell in my body, that if she could have been by our side, she would have been and would never have left. I went on to tell her that in both of our hearts (hers and mine), she was there.

Forever in our hearts ~

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Coming Full Circle

In High School I volunteered as a Candy Striper at our nearest Hospital. I took great pride wearing my red and white striped uniform. Some of my responsibilities started with greeting visitors and taking them to patients rooms. It eventually grew to filing medical records, to helping with getting x-ray film ready and developing them. Unfortunately, life happens and forces you to make choices. I had to stop volunteering at the hospital.

As time went by, I got married and helped raise our four children. My husband's sudden illness and periodic stays in the hospital re-sparked my interest in the medical field. Under the circumstances, life has guided me back to making a choice in pursuing a career.

Today, my goal is to become a Phlebotomy Technician. A hope and dream of mine is to one day, volunteer with a medical team in a third world country. When I went back to school to get my high school diploma, I realized that those dreams and hopes of mine could become a reality. My dreams had wings and I felt like anything was possible; there was nothing holding me back.


NOTE: This post has been sitting in my draft section in my potential blog posts and I am just now posting it. I started my Phlebotomy program last month in the middle of September and cannot believe how intense it is and I have at times wondered what I got myself into. The instructor told us that we will be done by and take our final test October 15th. I was under the assumption that it would be the beginning of December and didn't realize that time was apart of our clinicals. I am panicking! The two nights that we attend class each week, we go over a chapter review, then are given a homework assignment and with that will be tested the next night we meet for class. After the second class of the week, we have a little more time to prepare because of the weekend, but after the first class of the week, we are literally cramming everything into our brain. In the second part of class (which is a total of four hours) we head to the Laboratory and start drawing blood on each other. I am surprised with myself that I am not afraid to insert the needle but am afraid of failing. I mentioned this to my husband and told him that even if I fail at this, I think that it would be worse to have not tried at all. It is so hard to think that if I fail, I won't be doing something that I have envisioned myself doing for so long... I can see myself doing this! Last night, there was another student, who has seemed to me, very sure of herself. As we were waiting for the instructor to watch us begin our blood draw, she had a far away look on her face, finally made eye contact with me and told me and another student that she was scared. I was taken back because of the way she presented herself. I asked her what she was scared of and she said, "This class is just very intense and going way too fast." I said, "Thank You! I am feeling the same way!" In sharing, we all three learned we weren't the only one in the class feeling like this. I will just keep doing the very best that I can do. That is all I can do.

I still feel like my dreams have wings. I just have to accept that the wind will take them where it will.

*Candy Striper Uniform photo is from googled images

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Catching My Breath ~

mom's backyard ~ mirror on fence

So much has happened, I can hardly catch my breath. School is now in session as of August 12th and I am back to work. At the end of my summer, I welcome being back on a schedule of some sorts and feel more productive than not being on one. The third week into our school year, I was asked to cover someone for two 1/2 hours a day for five days. This was on top of my regular hours 6-10 a.m. At the end of my shift, my mind and body thought that it was time to go home, only to be reminded that it had to go on. I was feeling it at the end of the day. I have started exercising again and would go immediatly after getting off work. It didn't help that week was a scorcher. Those five days were grueling. I could totally rant about not understanding how one is needing time off when we just had two in a half months off... but I won't.

My baby sister Kiersten was in the hospital for two weeks with viral meningitis. It was pretty scary! She was released a week ago and is doing better. My aunt has learned that she has ovarian cancer. My mom, neice, aunt, uncle and I met with her for a quick breakfast while she was down for a funeral. It was so nice to see her! I love how when we get together from being apart for so long, it feels like we just pick up where we had left off. I feel safe with them. My aunt is in my thoughts and prayers.

My son Rob is being processed out of the military. He decided not to re-enlist for four more years. Rob and my lovely daughter-in-law will be moving back to California and will be home in a week. I am so excited! It has been a long four years.

I finally had an eye exam done. My eye sight is not as bad as I had thought. I am excited about seeing clearly again! Diandra was sweet enough to go with me to help me pick out some frames. My glasses will be finished with in 12 working days.

Our computer crashed, and we had to get a new one and I am in the process of getting aquainted with it. We finally got a new washer and drier! I can't believe how quiet this washer is and am now amazed how we ever thought we would use the one we had until it died. It was so loud, it sounded like a cannery inside my home. It was horrible. Charlie and I had dinner with some friends whose daughter had the same brand and model as ours. They told us the washer caught on fire! That was the deciding factor for us. We went out the next weekend looking for a new one.

I feel like I have been gone for so long.... as if I needed to go to confession. Honestly, everytime I logged in to start a post, that is how I felt. Silly! Really, it has been just living in the life stuff. I have to admit, I panicked when the computer went kapuee. The first couple of days was hard and then I was quite amazed how freeing it felt. It is good to be back. Although, it has made me look at the way I spend my time in a different light.

*Spell check is acting kinda funky. It is highlighting the end of one word and the beginning of the next word or just half of a word. What is going on? I need spell check.

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Flying With Torn Wings

While we are camping, Charlie can find me down by the river. I bring my lounge chair, a book in hand and sit right by the water's edge. The sound of the river running, sitting still and taking the nature in, is not hard to do. I have fallen asleep many times because it is so relaxing. I didn't get to do this very much on our most recent trip. This year, I noticed a lot of butterflies, more than usual, fluttering around. Honestly, I could stand still and they would just fly circling around me, maybe 12-15 at a time. The wind would blow through my hair and I had to giggle with feeling like I was Pocahontas or Faeries were going to show up at anytime. It was really magical.

I also noticed that they would land at the water's edge to drink water. It would start with one Butterfly and then slowly they would start landing one after another as if they didn't like to drink alone. As I watched the Butterflies, I noticed that quite a few of them had torn wings. I was amazed that they could still fly and wondered how they had gotten torn. Possibly from the wind and getting tangled in the manzanita bush? I suddenly felt like the butterfly that had torn wings... I am still flying too.