From today's reading: Deuteronomy 30-34, Psalm 91:
" The LORD himself goes before you and will be with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged."
- Deuteronomy 31:8
POINT OF INTEREST:
Deut. Chapter 32 contains a song sung by Moses using the image of a rock as symbolic of God. This "rock" imagery carried through to the New Testament where Jesus is referred to with the same imagery.
Saturday, May 31, 2008
MRI Update
As I mentioned in the last medical update, the doctors are concerned about an ovarian cyst. They want to do an MRI to determine if it is benign or malignant (cancerous)
Our MRI appointment is 6:30pm Monday evening.
Updates to follow.
Our MRI appointment is 6:30pm Monday evening.
Updates to follow.
An-ti-ci-pay-yay-shun
To the Carly Simon tune! All together now!
"That's all I have to say about that" - Forrest Gump
Baby Tips
Tips from friends with children:
"Baby knows when you're stressed. I can't tell you how many times I put my heart and soul into caring for that screaming little man and I fed him and changed him and rocked him and stood on my head for him . . . to no avail . . .the tears kept coming. Dad walks into the room and picks up the baby and two milliseconds later the baby is soothed and calm. Talk about a slap in the face to dear old Mom. My best advice . . . this will happen to you and try not to take it personally. Baby doesn't like the other parent better. baby is just feeding off of your stress and frustration, and the change of person is all it really takes to snap the baby out of it's fit. Tables will be turned and you will be the hero the next time (this applies to both mom and dad visa versa)."
- A friend and a mother
"Baby knows when you're stressed. I can't tell you how many times I put my heart and soul into caring for that screaming little man and I fed him and changed him and rocked him and stood on my head for him . . . to no avail . . .the tears kept coming. Dad walks into the room and picks up the baby and two milliseconds later the baby is soothed and calm. Talk about a slap in the face to dear old Mom. My best advice . . . this will happen to you and try not to take it personally. Baby doesn't like the other parent better. baby is just feeding off of your stress and frustration, and the change of person is all it really takes to snap the baby out of it's fit. Tables will be turned and you will be the hero the next time (this applies to both mom and dad visa versa)."
- A friend and a mother
Who The Real Experts Are
A friend forwarded me an article in an e-mail but I have been unable to locate it except on other blogs.
It's worth a read.
It's worth a read.
Grilled Shrimp and Apple Skewers
"Shrimp and apples are marinated in a sweet and spicy sauce, then skewered and grilled. Serve over white rice, noodles, or a mixed green salad."Recipe Here
Thursday, May 29, 2008
The Final Push
This is just simply amazing.
Of course, this whole thing was the brain child of Hawkins Construction and if you know anything about them, you know that they have a strong "visionary" streak.
From the start I have always maintained that the most important thing about this week is not the work that is done but the experience that everyone has doing it. I want people to have fun, to feel good about the time and money spent and to leave the experience more fullfilled than when they came.
A renovated home is the side benefit. It is a monstrously significant benefit - but in my mind, secondary to the experience that everyone has in giving to it.
One of the things that has been repeated to me time and time again this week by those who have chipped in time and money is that they just want to do something to help with Annabelle's situation and this is a tangible way they can do it. People have come to the house and thrown all their kind and creative muscle into it.
We had functional kitchen counters before (ugly as they were) but the new kitchen counters spring from a well of love and goodwill expressed through ceramic tiles. The same goes for the floors, the yard and all the work being done. Yes, they are all improvements to the house and Annabelle will most definitely have less stressed out parents and a better environment to live in but more importantly it will be a "house that love built" (or at least a "house that love rescued").
I think we have all been surprised at the scale and scope that the whole project has taken on. When you combine the love-inspired visions of 40+ people, it is not surprising that at this point in the week the whole project is running short on time and money.
As I consider all that has been done, I am faced with the inescapable truth that I will never be able to repay it all. But one thing I can do is support the visions and aspirations of all those who are working to see each of their projects through to completion by Sunday.
So now comes the final push.
If you have time to lend a hand between now and noon on Sunday, please do. The same goes if you have already lent a hand and have time to lend another.
If you are able to pitch in 10-20-50-100 bucks, every little bit helps and will be put to good use. I have no idea how much was raised or spent but it occured to me that the crew has probably done more than $10,000 in renovations already just counting the labor alone. I figure for every dollar givin, there is at least $5 worth of repairs made. If you have already given and can give again - it will be doubly appreciated.
It's not just for the house, or the family, it's for all those who have given so much so far.
So if the spirit prompts, please give - give some of your time if you are able - give some cash if you have the means. Again, it's not just for the house or the family - but as a way of showing support for the teens who dug ditches all day, for the gals who braved fiberglass splinters when insulating the family room, for the poor guys that lugged 2000 lbs of concrete to the curb, for the guy that stays into the evening tiling a friends kitchen when everyone else is ordering a second round at the mexican restaraunt and all the rest who are down there right now - even as I am typing - showing their love for a little girl they haven't even met yet . . .
Of course, this whole thing was the brain child of Hawkins Construction and if you know anything about them, you know that they have a strong "visionary" streak.
From the start I have always maintained that the most important thing about this week is not the work that is done but the experience that everyone has doing it. I want people to have fun, to feel good about the time and money spent and to leave the experience more fullfilled than when they came.
A renovated home is the side benefit. It is a monstrously significant benefit - but in my mind, secondary to the experience that everyone has in giving to it.
One of the things that has been repeated to me time and time again this week by those who have chipped in time and money is that they just want to do something to help with Annabelle's situation and this is a tangible way they can do it. People have come to the house and thrown all their kind and creative muscle into it.
We had functional kitchen counters before (ugly as they were) but the new kitchen counters spring from a well of love and goodwill expressed through ceramic tiles. The same goes for the floors, the yard and all the work being done. Yes, they are all improvements to the house and Annabelle will most definitely have less stressed out parents and a better environment to live in but more importantly it will be a "house that love built" (or at least a "house that love rescued").
I think we have all been surprised at the scale and scope that the whole project has taken on. When you combine the love-inspired visions of 40+ people, it is not surprising that at this point in the week the whole project is running short on time and money.
As I consider all that has been done, I am faced with the inescapable truth that I will never be able to repay it all. But one thing I can do is support the visions and aspirations of all those who are working to see each of their projects through to completion by Sunday.
So now comes the final push.
If you have time to lend a hand between now and noon on Sunday, please do. The same goes if you have already lent a hand and have time to lend another.
If you are able to pitch in 10-20-50-100 bucks, every little bit helps and will be put to good use. I have no idea how much was raised or spent but it occured to me that the crew has probably done more than $10,000 in renovations already just counting the labor alone. I figure for every dollar givin, there is at least $5 worth of repairs made. If you have already given and can give again - it will be doubly appreciated.
It's not just for the house, or the family, it's for all those who have given so much so far.
So if the spirit prompts, please give - give some of your time if you are able - give some cash if you have the means. Again, it's not just for the house or the family - but as a way of showing support for the teens who dug ditches all day, for the gals who braved fiberglass splinters when insulating the family room, for the poor guys that lugged 2000 lbs of concrete to the curb, for the guy that stays into the evening tiling a friends kitchen when everyone else is ordering a second round at the mexican restaraunt and all the rest who are down there right now - even as I am typing - showing their love for a little girl they haven't even met yet . . .
Baby Tips
Tips from friends with children:
"Baby nightgowns (yes, even if it is a boy!) you get up every two hours at night to change your baby's diaper and see how long you'll like snapping all those tiny little snaps down the pj legs when you are all droggy and sleep deprived. those nightgown things are heaven sent! Most even have little flaps to put over baby's hands so they don't gouge themselves with their own sharp fingernails."
"On a similar note as above . . . If you do go for pj's (sleepers) get a few with a zipper up the whole front rather than a billion snaps. Same rational as for the nightgown. A few snaps . . . fine, but every night 20 snaps, 5 times a night, no thank you!"
- a friend and a mother
"Baby nightgowns (yes, even if it is a boy!) you get up every two hours at night to change your baby's diaper and see how long you'll like snapping all those tiny little snaps down the pj legs when you are all droggy and sleep deprived. those nightgown things are heaven sent! Most even have little flaps to put over baby's hands so they don't gouge themselves with their own sharp fingernails."
"On a similar note as above . . . If you do go for pj's (sleepers) get a few with a zipper up the whole front rather than a billion snaps. Same rational as for the nightgown. A few snaps . . . fine, but every night 20 snaps, 5 times a night, no thank you!"
- a friend and a mother
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Better Than
by John Butler Trio
All you want is
What you can’t have
And if you just look around man
You see you got magic
So just sit back relax
Enjoy it while you still have it
Don’t look back on life man and only see tragic
Because you could be better than that
Don't let it get the better of you
What could be better than now
Life’s not about what’s better than
You can be better than that
Don't let it get the better of you
What could be better than now
Life’s not about what’s better
All the time while you’re looking away
There are things you can do man
There’s things you can say
To the the ones you’re with
With whom you’re spending your day
Get your gaze off tomorrow
And let come what may
Because you could be better than that
Don't let it get the better of you
What could be better than now
Life’s not about what’s better than
You can be better than that
Don't let it get the better of you
What could be better than now
Life’s not about what’s better
All I know is sometimes things can be hard
But you should know by now
They come and they go
So why, oh why
Do I look to the other side
'Cos I know the grass is greener but
Just as hard to mow
Life’s not about what’s better than.
All you want is
What you can’t have
And if you just look around man
You see you got magic
So just sit back relax
Enjoy it while you still have it
Don’t look back on life man and only see tragic
Because you could be better than that
Don't let it get the better of you
What could be better than now
Life’s not about what’s better than
You can be better than that
Don't let it get the better of you
What could be better than now
Life’s not about what’s better
All you want is
What you can’t have
And if you just look around man
You see you got magic
So just sit back relax
Enjoy it while you still have it
Don’t look back on life man and only see tragic
Because you could be better than that
Don't let it get the better of you
What could be better than now
Life’s not about what’s better than
You can be better than that
Don't let it get the better of you
What could be better than now
Life’s not about what’s better
All the time while you’re looking away
There are things you can do man
There’s things you can say
To the the ones you’re with
With whom you’re spending your day
Get your gaze off tomorrow
And let come what may
Because you could be better than that
Don't let it get the better of you
What could be better than now
Life’s not about what’s better than
You can be better than that
Don't let it get the better of you
What could be better than now
Life’s not about what’s better
All I know is sometimes things can be hard
But you should know by now
They come and they go
So why, oh why
Do I look to the other side
'Cos I know the grass is greener but
Just as hard to mow
Life’s not about what’s better than.
All you want is
What you can’t have
And if you just look around man
You see you got magic
So just sit back relax
Enjoy it while you still have it
Don’t look back on life man and only see tragic
Because you could be better than that
Don't let it get the better of you
What could be better than now
Life’s not about what’s better than
You can be better than that
Don't let it get the better of you
What could be better than now
Life’s not about what’s better
Prayer Request Update - 5/28
For Holly:
- That the ovarian cyst is benign and not cancerous
For Annabelle:
- That the spinal fluid drains properly and does not build up on Annabelle's brain
- That the spinal cord is protected from scarring or other damage
- That Annie's nervous system continues to develop normally
- For healing of Bella's Spinal column and that the bones continue to develop properly
- That regardless of if/where the opening is on her spine, that Annie's "functionality" is normal
- That the nervous system develops in such a way that she has bladder and bowel control
- That her feet and legs develop normally
For the Family:
- For faith and patience
- For finances
- For maternity leave solutions
*It's a big and daunting list - we are hoping and praying for miracles - your prayers mean so much to us - Thank you!*
- That the ovarian cyst is benign and not cancerous
For Annabelle:
- That the spinal fluid drains properly and does not build up on Annabelle's brain
- That the spinal cord is protected from scarring or other damage
- That Annie's nervous system continues to develop normally
- For healing of Bella's Spinal column and that the bones continue to develop properly
- That regardless of if/where the opening is on her spine, that Annie's "functionality" is normal
- That the nervous system develops in such a way that she has bladder and bowel control
- That her feet and legs develop normally
For the Family:
- For faith and patience
- For finances
- For maternity leave solutions
*It's a big and daunting list - we are hoping and praying for miracles - your prayers mean so much to us - Thank you!*
Medical Update - 5/27
The wife actually had two doctor's appointments yesterday - the first one, at 3:15pm, was for the ultrasound and the second, at 4:30pm, was for a regular OB visit. Seems strange to have two visits back to back but its the way it is.
I met the wife at the doctor's office for the 3:15 ultrasound. We had a new technician who was very nice but didn't seem quite as skilled as the last one. This time around, they were not doing the in-depth "let's-see-what-we-have-here" but were instead just monitoring growth.
Our regular doctor was with another patient so one of the other doctors in the practice came in to review the ultrasound findings with us. I recognized his name as one of the other doctors who had come highly recommended by a number of disparate sources so I was interested to meet him.
He was wonderful and kind and complimentary. He assured us that Annabelle was growing well but his main concern was the appearance of an ovarian cyst.
He said he would confer with Dr Cousins (our regular doctor at the practice) but that he was sure Dr. Cousins would want us to get an MRI to determine if the cyst was benign or malignant (cancer).
That appointment being over, I had to get back to the office to meet with clients and Holly went on to her OB appointment with Dr. Cousins.
After the appointment, the Holly called to say that the Doc wants her to get an MRI right away. They couldn't schedule one yesterday because the scheduling folks had already gone home so we expect to hear from them today.
I laid awake half the night alternating prayers for Annabelle then for Holly and back again.
Under any other circumstances, we could probably take this sort of thing in stride but we are pretty frazzled right now and to have the Doc use the "C" word really set us back on our heels.
A number of times last night the wife would roll over and sleepily say "I don't want to have a cyst".
I have a number of strong feelings about it all but I am trying to restrain myself. I think if God were to walk through the door this morning I would have to jam my hands in my pockets to keep from reaching out and trying to choke him.
No, I am not losing faith, and no, I am not losing hope . . . .
I guess I am losing patience . . . . .
Please pray.
Updates to follow as we get them . . .
I met the wife at the doctor's office for the 3:15 ultrasound. We had a new technician who was very nice but didn't seem quite as skilled as the last one. This time around, they were not doing the in-depth "let's-see-what-we-have-here" but were instead just monitoring growth.
Our regular doctor was with another patient so one of the other doctors in the practice came in to review the ultrasound findings with us. I recognized his name as one of the other doctors who had come highly recommended by a number of disparate sources so I was interested to meet him.
He was wonderful and kind and complimentary. He assured us that Annabelle was growing well but his main concern was the appearance of an ovarian cyst.
He said he would confer with Dr Cousins (our regular doctor at the practice) but that he was sure Dr. Cousins would want us to get an MRI to determine if the cyst was benign or malignant (cancer).
That appointment being over, I had to get back to the office to meet with clients and Holly went on to her OB appointment with Dr. Cousins.
After the appointment, the Holly called to say that the Doc wants her to get an MRI right away. They couldn't schedule one yesterday because the scheduling folks had already gone home so we expect to hear from them today.
I laid awake half the night alternating prayers for Annabelle then for Holly and back again.
Under any other circumstances, we could probably take this sort of thing in stride but we are pretty frazzled right now and to have the Doc use the "C" word really set us back on our heels.
A number of times last night the wife would roll over and sleepily say "I don't want to have a cyst".
I have a number of strong feelings about it all but I am trying to restrain myself. I think if God were to walk through the door this morning I would have to jam my hands in my pockets to keep from reaching out and trying to choke him.
No, I am not losing faith, and no, I am not losing hope . . . .
I guess I am losing patience . . . . .
Please pray.
Updates to follow as we get them . . .
UPDATE:
The next ultrasound is Friday, June 27th, 8am . . .
Desire
by Sir Philip Sidney - 1554-1586
Thou blind man's mark, thou fool's self-chosen snare,
Fond fancy's scum, and dregs of scattered thought;
Band of all evils, cradle of causeless care;
Thou web of will, whose end is never wrought:
Desire, Desire! I have too dearly bought,
With price of mangled mind, thy worthless ware;
Too long, too long, asleep thou hast me brought,
Who shouldst my mind to higher things prepare,
But yet in vain thou hast my ruin sought,
In vain thou mad'st me to vain things aspire,
In vain thou kindlest all thy smoky fire,
For Virtue hath this better lesson taught:
Within myself to seek my only hire,
Desiring nought but how to kill Desire.
Thou blind man's mark, thou fool's self-chosen snare,
Fond fancy's scum, and dregs of scattered thought;
Band of all evils, cradle of causeless care;
Thou web of will, whose end is never wrought:
Desire, Desire! I have too dearly bought,
With price of mangled mind, thy worthless ware;
Too long, too long, asleep thou hast me brought,
Who shouldst my mind to higher things prepare,
But yet in vain thou hast my ruin sought,
In vain thou mad'st me to vain things aspire,
In vain thou kindlest all thy smoky fire,
For Virtue hath this better lesson taught:
Within myself to seek my only hire,
Desiring nought but how to kill Desire.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
One Last Look
I didn't post Monday because I did not have access to a computer.
It has been a busy day at the office today so I am only getting around to posting this now and I have to leave soon for our Doctor's appointment this afternoon.
I will post a medical update after the doctor's appointment this afternoon.
Please keep us in your prayers today.
If you haven't seen the video over at Annabelle's Circle - you need to check it out.
All I can say is WOW.
A male co-worker of mine came into the office today and wanted to know how I spent my weekend.
I showed him the video and his eyes went misty.
"Did you cry?" he asked.
"More than once", I replied.
After everyone cleared out yesterday evening, Sean and I stood in the driveway exhausted and amazed. Sean put it well when he said something to the effect, "At one point there were so many people doing so many things and asking so many questions that I realized we had reached terminal velocity and I said to myself, 'There is no way we could work any faster or get any more done at once than we are doing right now.'"
The wife and I helped work on the house Saturday, Sunday and Monday but we have now been banished until Sunday evening for the big unveiling. We will be staying with gracious and generous friends this week instead of a Motel 6 and we are very thankful for that.
The wife and dawg stayed at the friends' place last night and I stayed at our house with the cat. This morning I packed up my clothes for the week, scooped up the cat and took one last look at around:
Dining Room:
Back side of the house:
Partially repainted deck:
Make-shift kitchen in the yard:
New Planter boxes:
Folks pulled very last bit of unusable rubble from every last corner of the property. It makes my back hurt just to look at it. I have no idea how they managed it:
Front of the house with a new beam, new window and a freshly tilled front yard:
I have much more I want to share and say (such as THANK YOU to the youth group who drove all the way from LA) but if I don't cut it off now I will be late for the doctor's . . .
UPDATE:
I just got back to the office after the Doctor's appointment but now I have to leave again for a dinner appointment.
The short version is that there is no new news this time around although we did meet another doctor at the medical practice and we remain reassured in our decision to choose them.
I plan on coming into the office early tomorrow morning to set up my home computer and fill everyone in on the details.
Thank you to those those of you who have worked on the house during the past four days!
Thank you to those who are providing the funds so that there are materials to work with!
And thank you thank you thank you for keeping us in your prayers!
It has been a busy day at the office today so I am only getting around to posting this now and I have to leave soon for our Doctor's appointment this afternoon.
I will post a medical update after the doctor's appointment this afternoon.
Please keep us in your prayers today.
If you haven't seen the video over at Annabelle's Circle - you need to check it out.
All I can say is WOW.
A male co-worker of mine came into the office today and wanted to know how I spent my weekend.
I showed him the video and his eyes went misty.
"Did you cry?" he asked.
"More than once", I replied.
After everyone cleared out yesterday evening, Sean and I stood in the driveway exhausted and amazed. Sean put it well when he said something to the effect, "At one point there were so many people doing so many things and asking so many questions that I realized we had reached terminal velocity and I said to myself, 'There is no way we could work any faster or get any more done at once than we are doing right now.'"
The wife and I helped work on the house Saturday, Sunday and Monday but we have now been banished until Sunday evening for the big unveiling. We will be staying with gracious and generous friends this week instead of a Motel 6 and we are very thankful for that.
The wife and dawg stayed at the friends' place last night and I stayed at our house with the cat. This morning I packed up my clothes for the week, scooped up the cat and took one last look at around:
Dining Room:
Looking through the new slider to the backyard:
Back side of the house:
Partially repainted deck:
Make-shift kitchen in the yard:
New Planter boxes:
Folks pulled very last bit of unusable rubble from every last corner of the property. It makes my back hurt just to look at it. I have no idea how they managed it:
Front of the house with a new beam, new window and a freshly tilled front yard:
UPDATE:
I just got back to the office after the Doctor's appointment but now I have to leave again for a dinner appointment.
The short version is that there is no new news this time around although we did meet another doctor at the medical practice and we remain reassured in our decision to choose them.
I plan on coming into the office early tomorrow morning to set up my home computer and fill everyone in on the details.
Thank you to those those of you who have worked on the house during the past four days!
Thank you to those who are providing the funds so that there are materials to work with!
And thank you thank you thank you for keeping us in your prayers!
Sunday, May 25, 2008
I Heard You Need Some Work On Your House . . .
I ran to my office this morning to post since my computer is dismantled at the house.
The wife and I have stayed out of the planning for the big week for a number of reasons:
1) In the face of so much generosity, we just can't bring ourselves to make requests such as, "We would like to you build this there" or "The colors we have in mind are . . ."
2) Many of the people who have volunteered know much more about construction than I do and there is really no point in me putting my two cents in.
3) Many of the people who have volunteered have better taste than I do and so I am much better off just letting people do what they want and try and stay out of the way.
Consequently, as 9am approached yesterday morning, the wife and I found ourselves not knowing what to expect. We had no idea who was going to show up or what they were going to do once they got here.
A little after 9am, a white pickup pulled up that had some sort of yard tool in the back (turned out to be a roto-tiller). When the man got out of the truck I realized that I had no idea who he was. Panicked that this was someone I had met in passing and now could not remember their name, I yanked the wife out of the bathroom (she was blow-drying her hair) and said, "Look out the front window - do we know this guy?"
"No", she replied, "I have never seen him".
And yet, here he was walking down our driveway. I went out to greet him.
"Hi, my name is Matt."
"Hi, my name is Eric. I heard you need some work on your house." And so it began.
It was an unbelievable day. At one point I stopped in the middle of the house and it sounded like I heard the sounds of demolition and construction coming from all sides.
Half the time, I would walk around the house and have no idea what it was that someone was doing - but all hands were BUSY.
I walked out back and someone was in the planter (that for three years has been nothing but dirt and weeds) "I'm going to go ahead and build you a butterfly garden" he said. "Thanks!" I replied.
I walked into the kitchen and a friend was hammering the ugly tile off the kitchen counter; "I'm just going to go ahead and re-do your counters" he said. "Awesome! Thanks!" I replied.
I walked out front and people were raking and scraping and sanding. Someone tore the old rotted wood paneling off the front of the house; "We are going to go ahead and stucco this for you" - "Ok, super! Thanks".
And on and on and on it went.
Three or four times during the day I could feel my throat start to tighten and tears would begin to well up in my eyes and I would head out back to "Check on the dawg" who had been relegated to one corner of the yard.
It's all too much to be believed.
It was only the first day.
Thank you so much to all those who came and thank you to all those who pitched in with the funding so that when people showed up, they had supplies and materials to work with.
My office computer will not allow me to do what needs to be done to upload a slide show so here are some photos from yesterday . . . .
Adequate words escape me . . .
The wife and I have stayed out of the planning for the big week for a number of reasons:
1) In the face of so much generosity, we just can't bring ourselves to make requests such as, "We would like to you build this there" or "The colors we have in mind are . . ."
2) Many of the people who have volunteered know much more about construction than I do and there is really no point in me putting my two cents in.
3) Many of the people who have volunteered have better taste than I do and so I am much better off just letting people do what they want and try and stay out of the way.
Consequently, as 9am approached yesterday morning, the wife and I found ourselves not knowing what to expect. We had no idea who was going to show up or what they were going to do once they got here.
A little after 9am, a white pickup pulled up that had some sort of yard tool in the back (turned out to be a roto-tiller). When the man got out of the truck I realized that I had no idea who he was. Panicked that this was someone I had met in passing and now could not remember their name, I yanked the wife out of the bathroom (she was blow-drying her hair) and said, "Look out the front window - do we know this guy?"
"No", she replied, "I have never seen him".
And yet, here he was walking down our driveway. I went out to greet him.
"Hi, my name is Matt."
"Hi, my name is Eric. I heard you need some work on your house." And so it began.
It was an unbelievable day. At one point I stopped in the middle of the house and it sounded like I heard the sounds of demolition and construction coming from all sides.
Half the time, I would walk around the house and have no idea what it was that someone was doing - but all hands were BUSY.
I walked out back and someone was in the planter (that for three years has been nothing but dirt and weeds) "I'm going to go ahead and build you a butterfly garden" he said. "Thanks!" I replied.
I walked into the kitchen and a friend was hammering the ugly tile off the kitchen counter; "I'm just going to go ahead and re-do your counters" he said. "Awesome! Thanks!" I replied.
I walked out front and people were raking and scraping and sanding. Someone tore the old rotted wood paneling off the front of the house; "We are going to go ahead and stucco this for you" - "Ok, super! Thanks".
And on and on and on it went.
Three or four times during the day I could feel my throat start to tighten and tears would begin to well up in my eyes and I would head out back to "Check on the dawg" who had been relegated to one corner of the yard.
It's all too much to be believed.
It was only the first day.
Thank you so much to all those who came and thank you to all those who pitched in with the funding so that when people showed up, they had supplies and materials to work with.
My office computer will not allow me to do what needs to be done to upload a slide show so here are some photos from yesterday . . . .
Adequate words escape me . . .
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Its Here
The work week begins today.
I am about to take apart the computer and pack it up.
We will not have internet access at the motel so I am not really sure how the whole blogging thing is going to work this next week.
Check back here or here throughout the week for news and photos.
And thanks again!
I am about to take apart the computer and pack it up.
We will not have internet access at the motel so I am not really sure how the whole blogging thing is going to work this next week.
Check back here or here throughout the week for news and photos.
And thanks again!
Friday, May 23, 2008
Glamor Shots - 4/29/08
Holy moly I have been meaning to post these for weeks. There are some of the ultrasounds from our last appointment!
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Recently Read
Pillars of the Earth by Ken FollettThis was another book mentioned in a sermon by my pastor. The story basically centers around a master mason and his family in 12th century England.
Other plots include the social a political life of a monastery, the political and religious interactions between the Catholic Church and the Monarchy and the building of a cathedral. All the characters in the various plots weave in and out in a masterful way.
The book is a massive tome - almost 1000 pages but it is the best depiction of life in this time period that I have ever read. If you ever are prompted to look at an ancient cathedral and wonder "How did they do that?" This might be a good book for you to read.
Life in this time period was not easy and the book is not one you would term uplifting but still, even though it is fiction, I feel like I possibly have a better understanding of the time period.
Recommended!
They Flee From Me
by Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503-1542)
They flee from me that sometime did me seek
With naked foot, stalking in my chamber.
I have seen them gentle, tame, and meek,
That now are wild and do not remember
That sometime they put themself in danger
To take bread at my hand; and now they range,
Busily seeking with a continual change.
Thanked be fortune it hath been otherwise
Twenty times better; but once in special,
In thin array after a pleasant guise,
When her loose gown from her shoulders did fall,
And she me caught in her arms long and small;
Therewithall sweetly did me kiss
And softly said, "dear heart, how like you this?"
It was no dream: I lay broad waking.
But all is turned thorough my gentleness
Into a strange fashion of forsaking;
And I have leave to go of her goodness,
And she also, to use newfangleness.
But since that I so kindly am served
I would fain know what she hath deserved.
They flee from me that sometime did me seek
With naked foot, stalking in my chamber.
I have seen them gentle, tame, and meek,
That now are wild and do not remember
That sometime they put themself in danger
To take bread at my hand; and now they range,
Busily seeking with a continual change.
Thanked be fortune it hath been otherwise
Twenty times better; but once in special,
In thin array after a pleasant guise,
When her loose gown from her shoulders did fall,
And she me caught in her arms long and small;
Therewithall sweetly did me kiss
And softly said, "dear heart, how like you this?"
It was no dream: I lay broad waking.
But all is turned thorough my gentleness
Into a strange fashion of forsaking;
And I have leave to go of her goodness,
And she also, to use newfangleness.
But since that I so kindly am served
I would fain know what she hath deserved.
Fragrant Lemon Chicken
"An easy slow cooker chicken recipe that cooks on its own and tastes great - the meat just falls off the bone!"
Recipe Here
Thursday, May 22, 2008
On The Run - 5/22/08
3.65 mi / 1hr 3min / 17.27 mpmI think we have the route at the new running spot wired. And we have managed to break that all-elusive 18 minutes per mile mark. I was smokin!
As I mentioned before, I try and let the dawg off-leash whenever I can. Usually when people are approaching, I just snap my fingers by my left leg and he does a sort of half-heel / half-sort-of-just-by-you and doesn't pester the passers-by.
If there is another dawg approaching all bets are off and it is PLAY TIME!
In my view, whenever you see a owner walking a dawg without a leash, it is a pretty safe bet that the dawg is well mannered. Dawg on leash? You never know - it could be a law-abiding citizen walking their perfectly mannered pooch or it could be someone trying to restrain their unsocialized beast.
One thing is for sure, almost no dawg owners appreciate your "well mannered" pooch charging their leashed dawg in a frenzy of excitment.
So whenever I release the hound I am always keeping a wary eye out. Does that person up ahead have a dawg? No? Then we are good.
Yes? Then is the dawg leashed? If not, we are still all good and probably in for a brief friendly dawg-romp as we pass by.
If the other dawg is leashed - then we go into lock down mode until we safely pass.
This morning I saw three people with three dawgs up ahead. One was definitely leashed but I couldn't really tell about the other two.
As we got close I still couldn't tell and when I bent down to leash the hound, the other owner started calling their free-range dawgs in concern. That's when I realized all was well.
I let Buckley charge the other unleashed dawgs unrestrained and a good romp was had by all.
Everyone introduced their dawgs, "Molly, this is Buckley, Buckley, this is Goldie" and so on. Treats were shared to the canines' delight - then it was time to move on.
Great morning . . .
I just have a little more packing to do . . .
They say the true test of a friendship is helping someone move. I say the true test of a friendship is when you show up to help someone move and they have not begun packing yet . . .
You walk into the home, look around, and realize that this is going to be one king-hell-effinmier of a day . . .
The wife and I are still stunned by the generosity of so many who have pledged their time, talents and treasure to helping prepare our home for little Annabelle.
This past week I have also become stunned by something else - the enormous amount of work that the wife and I need to do before everyone gets here.
At the very least, the wife and I need to get the basic pieces of the puzzle in the approximate places . . .
For starters, the wife's studio / work room has to be emptied out. Then the guest room needs to be moved into the studio room and all the studio stuff put back. So now our guest room is a guest room / studio.
The old guest room is going to be Annie's nursery.
Then the shed needs to be emptied of all the tools and supplies that might be useful. All the items we have been storing in the family room need to be moved out to the shed and all the useful stuff in the shed needs to go into the family room . . .
The construction tools need to be separated from the supplies which need to be separated from the yard tools which need to be separated from the paint which all needs to be labeled . . .
We need to figure out how to get the other half of the electrical box to work . . .
A huge limb off the old elm tree out front came down which needs to be dealt with - followed by the huge limb off the old cactus out front which did the same . . .
Then there is the packing of pets and belongings for a week at Motel 6 so that the wife and I (and the pets) are out of everyone's way . . .
To say nothing of just cleaning up the place in general / mowing the grass and whatnot . . .
This past week I have been reminded of one of the reasons we have been unable to make all the improvements we intended over the past year - it is an ENORMOUS amount of work.
But everyday the house begins to look more and more like we have always dreamt it might . . .
Thank you again for all your help and generosity - we could not do it without you!
You walk into the home, look around, and realize that this is going to be one king-hell-effinmier of a day . . .
The wife and I are still stunned by the generosity of so many who have pledged their time, talents and treasure to helping prepare our home for little Annabelle.
This past week I have also become stunned by something else - the enormous amount of work that the wife and I need to do before everyone gets here.
At the very least, the wife and I need to get the basic pieces of the puzzle in the approximate places . . .
For starters, the wife's studio / work room has to be emptied out. Then the guest room needs to be moved into the studio room and all the studio stuff put back. So now our guest room is a guest room / studio.
The old guest room is going to be Annie's nursery.
Then the shed needs to be emptied of all the tools and supplies that might be useful. All the items we have been storing in the family room need to be moved out to the shed and all the useful stuff in the shed needs to go into the family room . . .
The construction tools need to be separated from the supplies which need to be separated from the yard tools which need to be separated from the paint which all needs to be labeled . . .
We need to figure out how to get the other half of the electrical box to work . . .
A huge limb off the old elm tree out front came down which needs to be dealt with - followed by the huge limb off the old cactus out front which did the same . . .
Then there is the packing of pets and belongings for a week at Motel 6 so that the wife and I (and the pets) are out of everyone's way . . .
To say nothing of just cleaning up the place in general / mowing the grass and whatnot . . .
This past week I have been reminded of one of the reasons we have been unable to make all the improvements we intended over the past year - it is an ENORMOUS amount of work.
But everyday the house begins to look more and more like we have always dreamt it might . . .
Thank you again for all your help and generosity - we could not do it without you!
What About Second Breakfast?
So I tallied my point totals for yesterday (my first official day) on the Weight Watcher's for Men website (don't worry - I am not going to post about this everyday . . . but this is worth mentioning).
Apparently I am allowed 32 points per day with and extra 35 per week to use when I really need them.
Yesterday's total? 68.5! And that's without beer!
My my my . . . I used up one day's worth of points plus my whole week's worth of "slush fund" points and then some . . . IN ONE DAY!
Fortunately I went out for a "run" yesterday so I was able to knock off a couple points . . .
Yes, but what about elevensies? luncheon? afternoon tea? dinner? supper? - Pippin the hobbit from LOTR
Apparently I am allowed 32 points per day with and extra 35 per week to use when I really need them.
Yesterday's total? 68.5! And that's without beer!
My my my . . . I used up one day's worth of points plus my whole week's worth of "slush fund" points and then some . . . IN ONE DAY!
Fortunately I went out for a "run" yesterday so I was able to knock off a couple points . . .
Yes, but what about elevensies? luncheon? afternoon tea? dinner? supper? - Pippin the hobbit from LOTR
Recently Rented
The Elephant ManOur pastor recently mentioned this story in a sermon. According to him, despite John Merrick's outward appearance, he was a man of prayer.
The story is heartbreaking and amazing. How many times do you or your wife stop a movie with tears in your eyes to exclaim, "This is a REALLY good movie!"?
I would own it except that I don't know how many times I could bear to watch it again.
If you have not seen this movie in a while (made in 1980) - I would highly recommend that you check it out.
Baby Tips
Tips from friends with children:
"Go to the silly birthing and breastfeeding classes. You won't walk out totally enlightened but it is decent info to file away and they give you a bunch of handouts. I would recommend filing the handouts because they are great to refer back to when you are actually in the midst of caring for your baby. It's also nice to meet and chat with other parents who are experiencing the same things."
- a friend and a mother
"Go to the silly birthing and breastfeeding classes. You won't walk out totally enlightened but it is decent info to file away and they give you a bunch of handouts. I would recommend filing the handouts because they are great to refer back to when you are actually in the midst of caring for your baby. It's also nice to meet and chat with other parents who are experiencing the same things."
- a friend and a mother
Zesty Slow Cooker Chicken Barbecue
"A quick-prep chicken breast recipe that gives a twist to basic barbecue chicken. I throw the chicken breasts in frozen, and serve this with baked potatoes. The sauce makes a great topping for the potatoes. To vary the flavor, try different types of barbecue sauce."
Recipe Here
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
End of an Era
TMST posted about the closing of the Crown City Brewery in Pasadena.
I too, lived a short way from the pub for a brief time. I remember sitting at the bar at 11:59pm, May 3rd, 1991 - waiting for the clock to strike midnight so I could order my first official beer as a 21-year-old.
I ordered an enormous Becks and when the bartender checked my ID, he rang the bell and announced the occasion to the whole bar. I don't think a Becks has ever tasted as good since . . .
Almost a decade later - March, 2000 - a hoard of us crammed in to CCB to celebrate a friend's 30th birthday (who by the way had run the LA marathon earlier in the day).
When my wife and I were living in Seattle, I had occasion to make a solo drive to Pasadena. I sent out a mass e-mail to all our Seattle friends to see if anyone wanted to drive down with me and one of the gals said "yes". We had hardly ever had a one-on-one conversation together but we spent 18 hours "bombing it" from Seattle to - you guessed it - the Crown City Brewery in Pasadena.
When we staggered out of the car and into the bar around 11pm, a dozen or so friends were waiting for us. She is now one of my wife and I's dearest friends.
I probably have 1/2 a dozen more stories like that associated with CCB. I don't have anyplace in my life like it right now and I doubt I ever will. I think there is a certain magic about your favorite bar when you are in your early 20's.
The Crown City Brewery will always have a fond place in my memory.
UPDATE:
I just thought of one - The Keg in Bellevue Washington. I am pretty sure the whole "old crowd" has moved on so it would have to be some kind of reunion of sorts.
I too, lived a short way from the pub for a brief time. I remember sitting at the bar at 11:59pm, May 3rd, 1991 - waiting for the clock to strike midnight so I could order my first official beer as a 21-year-old.
I ordered an enormous Becks and when the bartender checked my ID, he rang the bell and announced the occasion to the whole bar. I don't think a Becks has ever tasted as good since . . .
Almost a decade later - March, 2000 - a hoard of us crammed in to CCB to celebrate a friend's 30th birthday (who by the way had run the LA marathon earlier in the day).
When my wife and I were living in Seattle, I had occasion to make a solo drive to Pasadena. I sent out a mass e-mail to all our Seattle friends to see if anyone wanted to drive down with me and one of the gals said "yes". We had hardly ever had a one-on-one conversation together but we spent 18 hours "bombing it" from Seattle to - you guessed it - the Crown City Brewery in Pasadena.
When we staggered out of the car and into the bar around 11pm, a dozen or so friends were waiting for us. She is now one of my wife and I's dearest friends.
I probably have 1/2 a dozen more stories like that associated with CCB. I don't have anyplace in my life like it right now and I doubt I ever will. I think there is a certain magic about your favorite bar when you are in your early 20's.
The Crown City Brewery will always have a fond place in my memory.
UPDATE:
I just thought of one - The Keg in Bellevue Washington. I am pretty sure the whole "old crowd" has moved on so it would have to be some kind of reunion of sorts.
On The Run - 5/21/08
2.53 mi / 46 min / 18:20 mpm
I have been back to Chollas Lake twice since I last posted about it but never got around to putting up the posts.
The last two times I went I spent my time exploring the hills around the park. I now have a route a little longer than 2.5 miles that does not require me to retrace my steps. Much better than zinging around the .8 mile loop around the lake.
The other bonus is that most of the route is in the "back country" portion of the park so I can let the dawg off the leash every now and then.
And I get 4 points every hour I go! (A friend of mine has introduced me to the Men's section of Weight Watchers)
I still haven't quite figured out the WW system but I am pretty sure there is going to be a lot less beer, pizza and hot wings (with any luck, less of me as well).
What's in Your Glass?
I heard a story once about a minister who asked for a volunteer.
A teenage boy was chosen who came up onto the stage, was handed a glass of water and instructed to face the congregation holding the glass with both hands in front of him.
The minister then walked behind the youth, grabbed both his shoulders a shook him violently - sending water in all directions and soaking the volunteer.
The teen was handed a towel, thanked and sent back to his chair.
"Why was (John)" covered in water?" the minister asked the congregation?
"Because you shook him", offered one of the congregation.
"No", replied the minister. "He was covered in water because water is what was in the glass when I shook him. When life shakes you, whatever it is that you have on the inside is going to come out on the outside - and most likely effect yourself and those near you."
I suppose the analogy shouldn't be pushed too far but perhaps there is a kernel of truth there.
The other thing I have noticed is that when life cocks it's arm and delivers a jaw-shattering blow, it is almost easier to do the right thing in some respects.
On 911 we witnessed many many acts of heroism and selflessness. People helping people - putting their own lives in danger to save another. These are some of the same people who were probably cursing each other on the way to work because this one drives too slow and that one drives too fast and the other cut me off etc.
I guess my point is that when life really delivers a blow its almost easier to let the good that is in you come out as opposed to the countless of small and seemingly insignificant opportunities we have to be gracious and kind on a day-by-day, hour-by-hour basis.
While is it good to be firm and strong and defiantly hopeful in the big crises of life, perhaps we should try to make that our default personality on a daily basis. In a way, that might require even more courage.
I hope that life never shakes you so hard that you have the opportunity to really put your faith to the test - but more importantly, if it does, I hope you do not miss the opportunity it presents.
A teenage boy was chosen who came up onto the stage, was handed a glass of water and instructed to face the congregation holding the glass with both hands in front of him.
The minister then walked behind the youth, grabbed both his shoulders a shook him violently - sending water in all directions and soaking the volunteer.
The teen was handed a towel, thanked and sent back to his chair.
"Why was (John)" covered in water?" the minister asked the congregation?
"Because you shook him", offered one of the congregation.
"No", replied the minister. "He was covered in water because water is what was in the glass when I shook him. When life shakes you, whatever it is that you have on the inside is going to come out on the outside - and most likely effect yourself and those near you."
I suppose the analogy shouldn't be pushed too far but perhaps there is a kernel of truth there.
The other thing I have noticed is that when life cocks it's arm and delivers a jaw-shattering blow, it is almost easier to do the right thing in some respects.
On 911 we witnessed many many acts of heroism and selflessness. People helping people - putting their own lives in danger to save another. These are some of the same people who were probably cursing each other on the way to work because this one drives too slow and that one drives too fast and the other cut me off etc.
I guess my point is that when life really delivers a blow its almost easier to let the good that is in you come out as opposed to the countless of small and seemingly insignificant opportunities we have to be gracious and kind on a day-by-day, hour-by-hour basis.
While is it good to be firm and strong and defiantly hopeful in the big crises of life, perhaps we should try to make that our default personality on a daily basis. In a way, that might require even more courage.
I hope that life never shakes you so hard that you have the opportunity to really put your faith to the test - but more importantly, if it does, I hope you do not miss the opportunity it presents.
Recently Read
Merle's Door by Ted KerasoteRecently, I headed to the local Barnes and Noble on my lunch break in search of something to get my mind off things. I have seen this book a number of times and decided to go for it.
The book is the story of the author's relationship with a stray dawg that he picked up while river rafting.
The author lives near Jacksonhole, Wyoming and is an outdoorsman so there are tales of camping and backpacking and hunting - all with Merle at his side.
It's not a great book. It's not an exciting book. But it's good enough and the authors insight into the canine mind is truly amazing.
If you love dawgs and enjoy the great outdoors, you may want to pick this one up.
Quote of the Day
“I dont run to see how fast I am. I run to see how far I can go.”
- Loyal TFS Reader
- Loyal TFS Reader
Spinach Stuffed Chicken Breasts
"Spinach and cheese stuffed into boneless, skinless chicken breasts. Serve with rice, noodles, or a great Greek salad!"Recipe Here
Gas
A friend sent us a link to this website.
You enter in your zip code and it tells you where to find the cheapest gas in your area.
You enter in your zip code and it tells you where to find the cheapest gas in your area.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Baby Tips
Tips from friends with children:
"You'll need a car seat to bring the little one home. We tested a bunch out at Babies R' Us then bought ours at EliteCarSeats.com for a hugh discount . . ."
- a friend and a father
"You'll need a car seat to bring the little one home. We tested a bunch out at Babies R' Us then bought ours at EliteCarSeats.com for a hugh discount . . ."
- a friend and a father
Brandy Flamed Peppercorn Steak
"A five-star recipe for sirloin steak cooked in butter, garlic and wine, and then set on fire! Crushed peppercorns, brandy, and a cream sauce give this an extra classy taste."
Recipe Here
Annabelle
From What To Expect:
Look who's looking. Your baby's eyes - which have been closed for the past few months (so that the retina, the part of the eye that allows images to come into focus, could develop) - are now beginning to open. What this means is that your baby is able to see what's going on now (unfortunately the view in your uterus isn't all that exciting). But do try this at home for kicks (baby's that is): Shine a flashlight at your stomach. Your baby might kick in response (as in: "Get that light out of my eyes!").
The iris, the colored part of the eye, still doesn't have much pigmentation (that'll fill in over the next month or two), so it's too early to start guessing your baby's eye color. Even the color your baby will be born with might not be the permanent shade; so you may be kept guessing until your baby is close to six months old.
Look what else is going on this week: Your baby's brain-wave activity is kicking in, which means your little one can not only hear noises but can now also respond to them. Not in so many words, of course, but with an increase in pulse rate or activity.
And talking about activity, at your baby's current height and weight (about nine inches tall and two pounds), and at the rate he or she is growing, your baby will soon be feeling a little cramped in your uterus. Not to worry, there's still plenty of room for your baby to grow. It just means your gymnast will have less room for those somersaults, cartwheels, and other Olympic feats.
Look who's looking. Your baby's eyes - which have been closed for the past few months (so that the retina, the part of the eye that allows images to come into focus, could develop) - are now beginning to open. What this means is that your baby is able to see what's going on now (unfortunately the view in your uterus isn't all that exciting). But do try this at home for kicks (baby's that is): Shine a flashlight at your stomach. Your baby might kick in response (as in: "Get that light out of my eyes!").
The iris, the colored part of the eye, still doesn't have much pigmentation (that'll fill in over the next month or two), so it's too early to start guessing your baby's eye color. Even the color your baby will be born with might not be the permanent shade; so you may be kept guessing until your baby is close to six months old.
Look what else is going on this week: Your baby's brain-wave activity is kicking in, which means your little one can not only hear noises but can now also respond to them. Not in so many words, of course, but with an increase in pulse rate or activity.
And talking about activity, at your baby's current height and weight (about nine inches tall and two pounds), and at the rate he or she is growing, your baby will soon be feeling a little cramped in your uterus. Not to worry, there's still plenty of room for your baby to grow. It just means your gymnast will have less room for those somersaults, cartwheels, and other Olympic feats.
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Soul Food - 5/17/8
From today's reading: Deuteronomy 24-29
If a man has recently married, he must not be sent to war or have any other duty laid on him. For one year he is to be free to stay at home and bring happiness to the wife he has married.
- Deuteronomy 24:5
That doesn't sound too bad . . . .
If a man has recently married, he must not be sent to war or have any other duty laid on him. For one year he is to be free to stay at home and bring happiness to the wife he has married.
- Deuteronomy 24:5
That doesn't sound too bad . . . .
Thw Weakly Sherpa - 5/17/8
The reading plan for this week (if I were caught up):
Sunday, May 18, 2008 --- 2 Samuel 19-21
Monday, May 19, 2008 --- Psalm 5 - Psalm 38 - Psalm 41-42
Tuesday, May 20, 2008 --- 2 Samuel 22-23 - Psalm 57
Wednesday, May 21, 2008 --- Psalm 95 - Psalm 97-99
Thursday, May 22, 2008 --- 1 Chronicles 21-22 - 2 Samuel 24 - Psalm 30
Friday, May 23, 2008 --- Psalm 108-110
Saturday, May 24, 2008 --- 1 Chronicles 23-25
Website Here
Sunday, May 18, 2008 --- 2 Samuel 19-21
Monday, May 19, 2008 --- Psalm 5 - Psalm 38 - Psalm 41-42
Tuesday, May 20, 2008 --- 2 Samuel 22-23 - Psalm 57
Wednesday, May 21, 2008 --- Psalm 95 - Psalm 97-99
Thursday, May 22, 2008 --- 1 Chronicles 21-22 - 2 Samuel 24 - Psalm 30
Friday, May 23, 2008 --- Psalm 108-110
Saturday, May 24, 2008 --- 1 Chronicles 23-25
Website Here
On the "Run" - 5/17/8
3.70 mi / 1:06 min / 18 mpm
An 18 minute mile? You guessed it - we're walking. I have come to terms that I am apparently the "glass man" of running and if I don't take it very slow I will just wind up back on the injured list. So the plan is to spend the first week back walking and then build in some running little by little.
Today was the first official day at the new running spot - Chollas Lake.
Chollas is a man-made lake about a 5 minute drive from my house. From their website:
As a reservoir built in 1901, Chollas Lake helped serve early San Diego's water supply. In 1966 it was turned over to the Park and Recreation Department, and was designated a youth fishing lake (for children ages 15 and under only) in 1971.
A 16-acre lake for free youth fishing (age 15 and under ONLY); an 8/10's-of-a-mile dirt path around the lake for walking, jogging, and bicycling; picnic tables with barbecue grills; children's play equipment; a small basketball court; hiking trails; and a multi-purpose ball field in North Chollas canyon.
As the website notes, the path around the lake is 8/10 of a mile. Although I am not partial to retracing my steps when I run - I don't have the time to drive the Balboa Park anymore - not to mention the need to save $$ on gas!
It was a nice, um "run" this morning. The Dawg sure enjoyed it.
An 18 minute mile? You guessed it - we're walking. I have come to terms that I am apparently the "glass man" of running and if I don't take it very slow I will just wind up back on the injured list. So the plan is to spend the first week back walking and then build in some running little by little.
Today was the first official day at the new running spot - Chollas Lake.
Chollas is a man-made lake about a 5 minute drive from my house. From their website:
As a reservoir built in 1901, Chollas Lake helped serve early San Diego's water supply. In 1966 it was turned over to the Park and Recreation Department, and was designated a youth fishing lake (for children ages 15 and under only) in 1971.
A 16-acre lake for free youth fishing (age 15 and under ONLY); an 8/10's-of-a-mile dirt path around the lake for walking, jogging, and bicycling; picnic tables with barbecue grills; children's play equipment; a small basketball court; hiking trails; and a multi-purpose ball field in North Chollas canyon.
As the website notes, the path around the lake is 8/10 of a mile. Although I am not partial to retracing my steps when I run - I don't have the time to drive the Balboa Park anymore - not to mention the need to save $$ on gas!
It was a nice, um "run" this morning. The Dawg sure enjoyed it.
New Year Resolutions Revisited
This year's resolutions were posted here.
This whole Annabelle thing has had a few consequences that I didn't necessarily see coming.
1) Cell phone bill. It never occurred to me to worry about the increased minutes we would be burning up and we got smacked with a huge-o-mongus bill last month. I got it worked out so we should be fine but - man - I didn't see that one coming. No, cell phone use was not a resolution but - hoya! I just had to get that one off my chest.
2) Weight. I have mentioned before that I have a tendency to reward myself during stressful times by eating whatever I feel like. Well. The wife brought home a new pair of prescription glasses for me from her shop and I tried them on in front of the mirror. "Do you have any that will make my face look slimmer?" was my response. 201 lbs this morning. I am actually up by 8lbs for the year. Yeah . . . I should probably renew my resolution on that one.
3) Running. The last time I ventured out was March (Gee, I wonder if that has something to do with the weight? Hmmmm) My mornings have been wracked with Spina-whattia research and the house project and all manner of issues great and small. Part of the problem is also that my favorite running spot is a 20 minute drive from home. That means 40min of drive time on top of the hour of running and that ends up getting squeezed out pretty easily in the mornings. I have decided on a new running spot closer to home and it's about time to get back on course (so-to-speak) with some exercise.
4) Devotions. The Annabelle thing has caused me to spend what little time I had for reading the Bible on actually praying so I guess that one might be considered a spiritual "wash". Nevertheless, I am still serious about reading through the Bible this year so it's about time I crack the binding on that resolution as well.
Some fresh air - some exercise - hopefully shed a few pounds, turn a few pages each morning . . . I think I am getting to the point where not only do I "know" that life goes on but that it is time to finally get around to the "going-on" of it.
That and the wife is out of town for the weekend with some girl friends so I have some extra time to kill . . .
Hey, you gotta start somewhere . . . (maybe "re-start" would be more accurate)
This whole Annabelle thing has had a few consequences that I didn't necessarily see coming.
1) Cell phone bill. It never occurred to me to worry about the increased minutes we would be burning up and we got smacked with a huge-o-mongus bill last month. I got it worked out so we should be fine but - man - I didn't see that one coming. No, cell phone use was not a resolution but - hoya! I just had to get that one off my chest.
2) Weight. I have mentioned before that I have a tendency to reward myself during stressful times by eating whatever I feel like. Well. The wife brought home a new pair of prescription glasses for me from her shop and I tried them on in front of the mirror. "Do you have any that will make my face look slimmer?" was my response. 201 lbs this morning. I am actually up by 8lbs for the year. Yeah . . . I should probably renew my resolution on that one.
3) Running. The last time I ventured out was March (Gee, I wonder if that has something to do with the weight? Hmmmm) My mornings have been wracked with Spina-whattia research and the house project and all manner of issues great and small. Part of the problem is also that my favorite running spot is a 20 minute drive from home. That means 40min of drive time on top of the hour of running and that ends up getting squeezed out pretty easily in the mornings. I have decided on a new running spot closer to home and it's about time to get back on course (so-to-speak) with some exercise.
4) Devotions. The Annabelle thing has caused me to spend what little time I had for reading the Bible on actually praying so I guess that one might be considered a spiritual "wash". Nevertheless, I am still serious about reading through the Bible this year so it's about time I crack the binding on that resolution as well.
Some fresh air - some exercise - hopefully shed a few pounds, turn a few pages each morning . . . I think I am getting to the point where not only do I "know" that life goes on but that it is time to finally get around to the "going-on" of it.
That and the wife is out of town for the weekend with some girl friends so I have some extra time to kill . . .
Hey, you gotta start somewhere . . . (maybe "re-start" would be more accurate)
The Wife of Usher's Well
By: Anonymous - 17th Century
Wikipedia Info Here
THERE lived a wife at Usher's well,
And a wealthy wife was she;
She had three stout and stalwart sons,
And sent them o'er the sea.
They hadna been a week from her,
A week but barely ane,
When word came to the carline wife
That her three sons were gane.
They hadna been a week from her,
A week but barely three,
When word came to the carline wife
That her sons she'd never see.
'I wish the wind may never cease.
Nor fashes in the flood,
Till my three sons come hame to me,
In earthly flesh and blood!'
It fell about the Martinmas,
When nights are lang and mirk,
The carline wife's three sons came hame,
And their hats were o' the birk.
It neither grew in syke nor ditch,
Nor yet in ony sheugh;
But at the gates o' Paradise
That birk grew fair eneugh.
'Blow up the fire, my maidens!
Bring water from the well!
For a' my house shall feast this night,
Since my three sons are well.'
And she has made to them a bed,
She 's made it large and wide;
And she 's ta'en her mantle her about,
Sat down at the bedside.
Up then crew the red, red cock,
And up and crew the gray;
The eldest to the youngest said.
''Tis time we were away.'
The cock he hadna craw'd but once,
And clapp'd his wings at a',
When the youngest to the eldest said,
'Brother, we must awa'.
'The cock doth craw, the day doth daw,
The channerin' worm doth chide;
Gin we be miss'd out o' our place,
A sair pain we maun bide.'
'Lie still, lie still but a little wee while,
Lie still but if we may;
Gin my mother should miss us when she wakes,
She'll go mad ere it be day.'
'Fare ye weel, my mother dear!
Fareweel to barn and byre!
And fare ye weel, the bonny lass
That kindles my mother's fire!'
Wikipedia Info Here
THERE lived a wife at Usher's well,
And a wealthy wife was she;
She had three stout and stalwart sons,
And sent them o'er the sea.
They hadna been a week from her,
A week but barely ane,
When word came to the carline wife
That her three sons were gane.
They hadna been a week from her,
A week but barely three,
When word came to the carline wife
That her sons she'd never see.
'I wish the wind may never cease.
Nor fashes in the flood,
Till my three sons come hame to me,
In earthly flesh and blood!'
It fell about the Martinmas,
When nights are lang and mirk,
The carline wife's three sons came hame,
And their hats were o' the birk.
It neither grew in syke nor ditch,
Nor yet in ony sheugh;
But at the gates o' Paradise
That birk grew fair eneugh.
'Blow up the fire, my maidens!
Bring water from the well!
For a' my house shall feast this night,
Since my three sons are well.'
And she has made to them a bed,
She 's made it large and wide;
And she 's ta'en her mantle her about,
Sat down at the bedside.
Up then crew the red, red cock,
And up and crew the gray;
The eldest to the youngest said.
''Tis time we were away.'
The cock he hadna craw'd but once,
And clapp'd his wings at a',
When the youngest to the eldest said,
'Brother, we must awa'.
'The cock doth craw, the day doth daw,
The channerin' worm doth chide;
Gin we be miss'd out o' our place,
A sair pain we maun bide.'
'Lie still, lie still but a little wee while,
Lie still but if we may;
Gin my mother should miss us when she wakes,
She'll go mad ere it be day.'
'Fare ye weel, my mother dear!
Fareweel to barn and byre!
And fare ye weel, the bonny lass
That kindles my mother's fire!'
Basil Shrimp
"This was given to me by my friend, Elaine. It is one of the most delicious shrimp recipes for the BBQ I have ever had, and it is so easy. My son would eat the whole recipe if I didn't watch him."Recipe Here
Friday, May 16, 2008
Baby Tips
Tips from friends with children:
- A wedge pillow to put between Holly's knees when she sleeps. Her hips might appreciate it later in the pregnancy.
-A Baby Boppy pillow. They are handy for propping up the little one at various stages of their development.
-Also a sleep positioner for the baby is handy.
-Lanolin. It's not just for nursing. It's good for dry spots on the baby as well.
-You can't have too many bibs. The bigger the better.
-A baby gate to limit movement in the house can be handy. Buckley might be nice and share his.
-I heard this guy on the radio the other day and he has some good advice. His book might be worth checking into.
From a friend and a father.
- A wedge pillow to put between Holly's knees when she sleeps. Her hips might appreciate it later in the pregnancy.
-A Baby Boppy pillow. They are handy for propping up the little one at various stages of their development.
-Also a sleep positioner for the baby is handy.
-Lanolin. It's not just for nursing. It's good for dry spots on the baby as well.
-You can't have too many bibs. The bigger the better.
-A baby gate to limit movement in the house can be handy. Buckley might be nice and share his.
-I heard this guy on the radio the other day and he has some good advice. His book might be worth checking into.
From a friend and a father.
Dinner!
There is nothing like coming home after work and smelling your dinner cooking before you even get through the front door.
The trouble is if all the adults in your house work, who's to make dinner?
Why, the crock pot, of course!
A friend pointed me to this blog full of slow-cooker recipes.
I really should use the crock pot more often . . . .
The trouble is if all the adults in your house work, who's to make dinner?
Why, the crock pot, of course!
A friend pointed me to this blog full of slow-cooker recipes.
I really should use the crock pot more often . . . .
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Wheelchair Junkie
I stumbled upon this blog and have been thoroughly impressed. If you or someone you know is living with a disability, you may want to point them to it.
His post today was particularly insightful.
Then read this.
And this.
I am sure there is more - but that is as far as I have gotten - I have to go to work! ;-)
His post today was particularly insightful.
Then read this.
And this.
I am sure there is more - but that is as far as I have gotten - I have to go to work! ;-)
Grace on the Curve
Whenever it came time to begin a new class in high school one of the big questions was, "Does the teacher grade on the curve?"
If the teacher graded on the curve I was pretty much guaranteed a "B" without even trying. Not because I was smart but because I was blessed with a good memory. After all, grades are not a function of intelligence so much as they are a function of memorization and the ability to follow directions. When your teacher grades on "the curve" you don't actually have to be good at the subject - you just have to be better at it than the person sitting next to you.
In life, I think we basically judge others on our own personal "curve". When we say someone is a "good person" we basically mean they are the moral and social equivalent of ourselves - because after all, aren't we good people?
When we say someone is "bad" we usually mean that they say and do things that we ourselves would not do. When we say someone is "really nice" it usually means that we see in them something that we ourselves do not possess - an extra measure of compassion, patience etc.
We judge our society on our own personal curve.
So what is grace? To understand that, we have to take a look at the difference between grace and forgiveness.
God does not judge on the curve. In fact, he doesn't hand out grades at all - he is strictly pass or fail. You lie? Fail. You cheat? Fail. You steal? Fail.
None of us can pass this ultimate class called life without forgiveness. Forgiveness means we have done something we shouldn't have done - we go to God in repentance (I am sorry - I will do my best to fix what I have done - I will try not to do it again in the future) and God gives us a do-over.
Forgiveness means that we don't get what we do deserve.
But grace? Ahhhh sweet grace . . .
Grace is when we do get something we don't deserve. The unmerited favor of God.
When the prodigal son returns home and the father welcomes him - that is forgiveness. When the father puts his robe on the son and kills the fattened calf - that is grace. (Luke 15:11-32)
That act of grace does not tell you anything about what type of person the prodigal son is - instead, it tells you what type of person the father is.
There is a refrain in one of the the songs on Annabelle's CD - "He doesn't love us 'cuz of who we are - only loves us 'cuz of who he is". God's love is a grace - it doesn't tell you anything about us - instead, it tells us about him.
No matter how you have calibrated your own personal "curve" or how you separate the "good" people from the "bad" in life - none of us deserve grace. And yet, at times in our lives, grace is given.
We don't deserve this.
Sure, I think that most people would rate the wife and I as "good people" - meaning better than some. A handful may even rate us on their personal curve as "really nice".
But this? This is grace. This is unmerited favor.
Like the story of the prodigal son, this whole project does not tell you anything about what type of people the wife and I are - instead, it tells you what type of people they are - Those who have given of their time, talents and treasure to extend grace to another.
I think most of the time as we go through life we are quick to pass judgement. We hold people up to our own personal set of standards and judge them as deserving or not deserving - of our time, our conversation, our help, our counsel . . .
But at times like this . . .
when we extend grace . . .
not because of who the other person is - deserving or otherwise. . .
but because of who we are . . .
who we want to be . . .
It is then . . .
That the world around us gets a glimpse of the face of God.
Thank you.
Your continued prayers are appreciated.
If the teacher graded on the curve I was pretty much guaranteed a "B" without even trying. Not because I was smart but because I was blessed with a good memory. After all, grades are not a function of intelligence so much as they are a function of memorization and the ability to follow directions. When your teacher grades on "the curve" you don't actually have to be good at the subject - you just have to be better at it than the person sitting next to you.
In life, I think we basically judge others on our own personal "curve". When we say someone is a "good person" we basically mean they are the moral and social equivalent of ourselves - because after all, aren't we good people?
When we say someone is "bad" we usually mean that they say and do things that we ourselves would not do. When we say someone is "really nice" it usually means that we see in them something that we ourselves do not possess - an extra measure of compassion, patience etc.
We judge our society on our own personal curve.
So what is grace? To understand that, we have to take a look at the difference between grace and forgiveness.
God does not judge on the curve. In fact, he doesn't hand out grades at all - he is strictly pass or fail. You lie? Fail. You cheat? Fail. You steal? Fail.
None of us can pass this ultimate class called life without forgiveness. Forgiveness means we have done something we shouldn't have done - we go to God in repentance (I am sorry - I will do my best to fix what I have done - I will try not to do it again in the future) and God gives us a do-over.
Forgiveness means that we don't get what we do deserve.
But grace? Ahhhh sweet grace . . .
Grace is when we do get something we don't deserve. The unmerited favor of God.
When the prodigal son returns home and the father welcomes him - that is forgiveness. When the father puts his robe on the son and kills the fattened calf - that is grace. (Luke 15:11-32)
That act of grace does not tell you anything about what type of person the prodigal son is - instead, it tells you what type of person the father is.
There is a refrain in one of the the songs on Annabelle's CD - "He doesn't love us 'cuz of who we are - only loves us 'cuz of who he is". God's love is a grace - it doesn't tell you anything about us - instead, it tells us about him.
No matter how you have calibrated your own personal "curve" or how you separate the "good" people from the "bad" in life - none of us deserve grace. And yet, at times in our lives, grace is given.
We don't deserve this.
Sure, I think that most people would rate the wife and I as "good people" - meaning better than some. A handful may even rate us on their personal curve as "really nice".
But this? This is grace. This is unmerited favor.
Like the story of the prodigal son, this whole project does not tell you anything about what type of people the wife and I are - instead, it tells you what type of people they are - Those who have given of their time, talents and treasure to extend grace to another.
I think most of the time as we go through life we are quick to pass judgement. We hold people up to our own personal set of standards and judge them as deserving or not deserving - of our time, our conversation, our help, our counsel . . .
But at times like this . . .
when we extend grace . . .
not because of who the other person is - deserving or otherwise. . .
but because of who we are . . .
who we want to be . . .
It is then . . .
That the world around us gets a glimpse of the face of God.
Thank you.
Your continued prayers are appreciated.
Woman Bites Dawg
This is another one of those articles sent to me by a friend a lifetime ago (this one from MSNBC).
Teaser:
Rice says she bit the pit bull on the nose Friday after trying to pull the dog's jaws off her Labrador retriever, Ella.
Teaser:
Rice says she bit the pit bull on the nose Friday after trying to pull the dog's jaws off her Labrador retriever, Ella.
Amazing Pork Tenderloin in the Slow Cooker
"This will melt in your mouth! This pork tenderloin soaks up the yummy juices as it cooks. Make sure to serve up the au jus on the side - its amazing! This recipe is so simple, you will love it!"Recipe Here
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Quote of the Day
From TMST:
What do you do with old photos? Me, I want to scan them all, put them on a DVD, play it back for my kids years from now. I'm already planning the Dad Lecture Series: "Here's me being stupid again. Don't do this. I was lucky and got away with it. They should have put me in jail." And so forth.
What do you do with old photos? Me, I want to scan them all, put them on a DVD, play it back for my kids years from now. I'm already planning the Dad Lecture Series: "Here's me being stupid again. Don't do this. I was lucky and got away with it. They should have put me in jail." And so forth.
Back on My Feet
A friend of mine sent me this article from CNN.com a lifetime ago and I have been meaning to post it. Good stuff.
Teaser Graphs:
At 5 a.m. on any given day, Anne Mahlum could be found running the dark streets of Philadelphia -- with homeless men cheering her on as she passed their shelter. But one morning last spring, she stopped in her tracks.
"Why am I running past these guys?" recalls Mahlum, 27. "I'm moving my life forward every day -- and these guys are standing in the same spot."
Instead of continuing to pass them by, the veteran marathoner sprang into action so they could join her.
She contacted the shelter, got donations of running gear, and in July 2007 the "Back On My Feet" running club hit the streets. . . .
For Mahlum and others, Back On My Feet is more than a running club.
"Anne is helping people see the hero in themselves," says Solomon. . . .
"Do we need homes? Yes. We need jobs? Yes," she says. "But imagine if you didn't have anybody in your life who said, 'I'm really proud of you.' Back On My Feet does just that."
Teaser Graphs:
At 5 a.m. on any given day, Anne Mahlum could be found running the dark streets of Philadelphia -- with homeless men cheering her on as she passed their shelter. But one morning last spring, she stopped in her tracks.
"Why am I running past these guys?" recalls Mahlum, 27. "I'm moving my life forward every day -- and these guys are standing in the same spot."
Instead of continuing to pass them by, the veteran marathoner sprang into action so they could join her.
She contacted the shelter, got donations of running gear, and in July 2007 the "Back On My Feet" running club hit the streets. . . .
For Mahlum and others, Back On My Feet is more than a running club.
"Anne is helping people see the hero in themselves," says Solomon. . . .
"Do we need homes? Yes. We need jobs? Yes," she says. "But imagine if you didn't have anybody in your life who said, 'I'm really proud of you.' Back On My Feet does just that."
Just Had to Share
From an e-mail I received yesterday:
The only thing i feel i can offer beyond the prayers i will share for Annabelle and your family is simply this: be with what is and accept it with as much grace as possible.
go with Grief when she comes, because there will be openings in the pain where you will see God's Love more clearly than perhaps you ever have before.
you are within a very painful miracle. you are changing and being challenged more than you ever bargained for, but there is still beauty and light and love all around you.
be present to your pain, your hopes, your fears, the small joys of everyday life. enjoy the sunshine and the flowers and the laughter of children, and mix that with the pain because this is our world, God's world for us, where we learn the hard lessons.
But the beauty from our time in fear and tragedy last year is that if you keep the faith, you will get closer to God and Love and the Eternal Truths.
The only thing i feel i can offer beyond the prayers i will share for Annabelle and your family is simply this: be with what is and accept it with as much grace as possible.
go with Grief when she comes, because there will be openings in the pain where you will see God's Love more clearly than perhaps you ever have before.
you are within a very painful miracle. you are changing and being challenged more than you ever bargained for, but there is still beauty and light and love all around you.
be present to your pain, your hopes, your fears, the small joys of everyday life. enjoy the sunshine and the flowers and the laughter of children, and mix that with the pain because this is our world, God's world for us, where we learn the hard lessons.
But the beauty from our time in fear and tragedy last year is that if you keep the faith, you will get closer to God and Love and the Eternal Truths.
Miracles
From an e-mail I received yesterday:
Last summer I witnessed a true miracle.
I was asked by my neighbor, Zita, who is a piano teacher, to pray for one of her students, 10-year-old Felix Lilly, who had fallen from a 30-foot tree and was in a coma with traumatic brain injury.
I followed the family journal on CaringBridge.org and read that the neurologists had braced the family for the probabliity that Felix would remain in a chrinic vegetative state. We joined hands at church and prayed for a miracle.
That miracle manifested. A couple of months ago, I went to Felix' piano recital, and this little boy, who had to learn to walk, talk, use the bathroom etc. all over again, fairly ran up onto the stage and played Beethoven's Fur Elise with such passion I couldn't hold back the tears of joy and gratitude.
Last summer I witnessed a true miracle.
I was asked by my neighbor, Zita, who is a piano teacher, to pray for one of her students, 10-year-old Felix Lilly, who had fallen from a 30-foot tree and was in a coma with traumatic brain injury.
I followed the family journal on CaringBridge.org and read that the neurologists had braced the family for the probabliity that Felix would remain in a chrinic vegetative state. We joined hands at church and prayed for a miracle.
That miracle manifested. A couple of months ago, I went to Felix' piano recital, and this little boy, who had to learn to walk, talk, use the bathroom etc. all over again, fairly ran up onto the stage and played Beethoven's Fur Elise with such passion I couldn't hold back the tears of joy and gratitude.
Laminin
A number of people have pointed me to this sermon this week so I thought I would share . . .
Welcome the Rain
I normally don't go for inspirational / motivational posters etc but this little film clip is better than most.
Baby Tips
From AmericanBaby.com
"The best new-mom advice I received was to sleep when your baby sleeps. Despite having laundry, vacuuming, or grocery shopping on my to-do list, taking a nap truly rejuvenates both my mind and body - even if it for a brief half hour."
"The best new-mom advice I received was to sleep when your baby sleeps. Despite having laundry, vacuuming, or grocery shopping on my to-do list, taking a nap truly rejuvenates both my mind and body - even if it for a brief half hour."
Tangy Grilled Pork Tenderloin
"This is a quick, easy and very flavorful recipe. I've made it many times. Plan ahead because the pork needs to marinate."
Recipe Here
How Many Dawgs Does it Take to Change a Lightbulb?
Golden Retriever: The sun is shining, the day is young, we've got our whole lives ahead of us, and you're inside worrying about a stupid burned out bulb? 
Border Collie: Just one. And then I'll replace any wiring that's not up to code. 
Dachshund: You know I can't reach that stupid lamp!
Rottweiler: Make me.
Boxer: Who cares? I can still play with my squeaky toys in the dark.
Lab: Oh, me, me!!!!! Pleeeeeeeeeze let me change the light bulb! Can I? Can I? Huh? Huh? Huh? Can I ? Pleeeeeeeeeze, please, please, please!
German Shepherd: I'll change it as soon as I've led these people from the dark, check to make sure I haven't missed any, and make just one more perimeter patrol to see that no one has tried to take advantage of the situation.
Jack Russell Terrier: I'll just pop it in while I'm bouncing off the walls and furniture.
Old English Sheep Dog: Light bulb? I'm sorry, but I don't see a light bulb!
Cocker Spaniel: Why change it? I can still pee on the carpet in the dark.
Chihuahua: Yo quiero Taco Bulb. Or 'We don't need no stinking light bulb.'
Greyhound: It isn't moving. Who cares?
Australian Shepherd: First, I'll put all the light bulbs in a little circle...
Poodle: I'll just blow in the Border Collie's ear and he'll do it. By the time he finishes rewiring the house, my nails will be dry.
How many cats does it take to change a light bulb?
Cats do not change light bulbs. People change light bulbs. So, the real question is: How long will it be before I can expect some light, some dinner, and a massage?
ALL OF WHICH PROVES, ONCE AGAIN, THAT WHILE DOGS HAVE MASTERS, CATS HAVE STAFF!
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