today our daily blog
is from Shirley(NCC-1701)
it is amazing how our minds work!
Sleep
by Shirley (NCC-1701)
Why is it that you can never remember what you need to remember when you need to remember it, but as soon as you lay your head on the pillow it all comes flooding back? Does anyone else lie awake at night wondering if that stain will come out or maybe the next time you make chicken you will try this side dish instead of that? Maybe I'll try that cleaner in the bathroom next. Why, at 1,2,or 3 o'clock in the morning do I even give a s..t. My mind seems to think it is important. Too bad we didn't have a remote control to mute the voices! Sometimes I am awake for an hour thinking of the stupidest stuff.
Does anyone else have that problem?
Have a great day!
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Ash Wednesday
today's daily blog
is from our night owl
tina~in_ut
Growing up in Southern California, I had no concept of what it would be like to live someplace where people didn't understand your beliefs, or at least be somewhat aware of them. The church on the corner nearest our house was Baptist. The next closest church was Presbyterian, followed by Calvary Chapel, and then our Catholic Church. On Ash Wednesday, the first day of the season of Lent, our church was packed with all the students in the school and our parents. Some of the other churches had services, some didn't. We would get our Ashes on our foreheads, and of course, compare whose was darkest or biggest or whose looked like a cross or just a smudge. It stayed on until it wore off from rubbing our forehead or until we washed it off at the end of the day. If we went somewhere after school, no one looked at us funny or commented. It's just the way it was!
For those of you not familiar with Ash Wednesday and Lent, here is a little explanation. Ash Wednesday is the beginning of the 40 days of Lent, which doesn't include Sundays and ends on Holy Thursday. Lent is a time of new beginnings and is an Old English word for Spring. Catholics believe it is a time to simplify your life, especially by eliminating harmful behaviors and attitudes. We use the time for fasting, prayer, "giving up" something, and, equally important, doing a little extra something for someone. As children, we always, ALWAYS gave up watching television. We were allowed to watch one program once a week during Lent. It was always The Brady Bunch! You have no idea how it killed us to give up TV. We also gave up candy. Back then, on our way home from school, there was a Carnation Ice Cream shop that sold candy for a penny or a nickel…..AND I LOVED IT!!! So giving up candy was hard for me. Oh, I almost forgot…..you aren't supposed to let others see, by the look on your face, or any other way, that what you have given up is causing you any discomfort or stress. Not until I was older did I realize that my mother had a hard time with that part. On Friday's and on Ash Wednesday, we do not eat meat if we are over the age of 14 yrs old, and we are asked to also Fast, meaning that we have only one meal or one regular meal and two small meals. I have to laugh because I remember my mother just whining that she was "so hungry"!
On Ash Wednesday, we go to mass and during the service, the priest uses ashes to make a cross on our foreheads. He uses the leftover palms from the previous year's Palm Sunday which are burned and sometimes mixed with Holy Water. The priest says, "Remember that you are dust, and unto dust you shall return." The ashes symbolize repentance and purification. They are a reminder to us that life passes away on Earth.
In 1993, my little family moved to Utah…..just Mr. Tina~, my one year old, and me. Mr. Tina~ went to work for the Catholic Church and I went to work for Delta. One of the first questions people asked us was, "Are you a member of The Church?" My answer was always, "Yes!" Mr. Tina~ had to always correct me and tell them we were Catholic. I just thought it was the craziest question! Mr. Tina~ started telling everyone who he worked for, and that quickly nipped the other question in the bud! Our first Ash Wednesday was hilarious for me…..and it was just a regular day for Mr. Tina~ I went to Church like normal, got my ashes, and went off to work. On my first break, I was walking around and noticed the odd stares. Now I know what you are thinking…..but these stares were even more strange than the ones I normally got!!!! Then, one lone soul decided to be brave and whispered to me that I had dirt on my forehead. Of course I laughed and explained what it was. You would have thought I was from another planet. (be quiet Lynn~) She had no idea what I was talking about. The next year, the same thing happened….and the next….and the next. I don't know if it's the devil in me or what, (again Lynn….shhhhh) but now I make sure the ashes are in the shape of a cross and they are DARK!! It's fun to see who the first person will be to say something to me. I guess I took the diversity for granted in SoCal. It's something that I miss and something I wish my children could experience here.
I'm not going to tell you what I'm giving up for Lent, but I will tell you that it'll benefit me, as well as others. I also want to look for something I can DO to help others. I have found that sometimes that is more important, and hubby and I are trying to teach our children the same.
is from our night owl
tina~in_ut
~Ash Wednesday in Utah~
~For Zona~
~For Zona~
Growing up in Southern California, I had no concept of what it would be like to live someplace where people didn't understand your beliefs, or at least be somewhat aware of them. The church on the corner nearest our house was Baptist. The next closest church was Presbyterian, followed by Calvary Chapel, and then our Catholic Church. On Ash Wednesday, the first day of the season of Lent, our church was packed with all the students in the school and our parents. Some of the other churches had services, some didn't. We would get our Ashes on our foreheads, and of course, compare whose was darkest or biggest or whose looked like a cross or just a smudge. It stayed on until it wore off from rubbing our forehead or until we washed it off at the end of the day. If we went somewhere after school, no one looked at us funny or commented. It's just the way it was!
For those of you not familiar with Ash Wednesday and Lent, here is a little explanation. Ash Wednesday is the beginning of the 40 days of Lent, which doesn't include Sundays and ends on Holy Thursday. Lent is a time of new beginnings and is an Old English word for Spring. Catholics believe it is a time to simplify your life, especially by eliminating harmful behaviors and attitudes. We use the time for fasting, prayer, "giving up" something, and, equally important, doing a little extra something for someone. As children, we always, ALWAYS gave up watching television. We were allowed to watch one program once a week during Lent. It was always The Brady Bunch! You have no idea how it killed us to give up TV. We also gave up candy. Back then, on our way home from school, there was a Carnation Ice Cream shop that sold candy for a penny or a nickel…..AND I LOVED IT!!! So giving up candy was hard for me. Oh, I almost forgot…..you aren't supposed to let others see, by the look on your face, or any other way, that what you have given up is causing you any discomfort or stress. Not until I was older did I realize that my mother had a hard time with that part. On Friday's and on Ash Wednesday, we do not eat meat if we are over the age of 14 yrs old, and we are asked to also Fast, meaning that we have only one meal or one regular meal and two small meals. I have to laugh because I remember my mother just whining that she was "so hungry"!
On Ash Wednesday, we go to mass and during the service, the priest uses ashes to make a cross on our foreheads. He uses the leftover palms from the previous year's Palm Sunday which are burned and sometimes mixed with Holy Water. The priest says, "Remember that you are dust, and unto dust you shall return." The ashes symbolize repentance and purification. They are a reminder to us that life passes away on Earth.
In 1993, my little family moved to Utah…..just Mr. Tina~, my one year old, and me. Mr. Tina~ went to work for the Catholic Church and I went to work for Delta. One of the first questions people asked us was, "Are you a member of The Church?" My answer was always, "Yes!" Mr. Tina~ had to always correct me and tell them we were Catholic. I just thought it was the craziest question! Mr. Tina~ started telling everyone who he worked for, and that quickly nipped the other question in the bud! Our first Ash Wednesday was hilarious for me…..and it was just a regular day for Mr. Tina~ I went to Church like normal, got my ashes, and went off to work. On my first break, I was walking around and noticed the odd stares. Now I know what you are thinking…..but these stares were even more strange than the ones I normally got!!!! Then, one lone soul decided to be brave and whispered to me that I had dirt on my forehead. Of course I laughed and explained what it was. You would have thought I was from another planet. (be quiet Lynn~) She had no idea what I was talking about. The next year, the same thing happened….and the next….and the next. I don't know if it's the devil in me or what, (again Lynn….shhhhh) but now I make sure the ashes are in the shape of a cross and they are DARK!! It's fun to see who the first person will be to say something to me. I guess I took the diversity for granted in SoCal. It's something that I miss and something I wish my children could experience here.
I'm not going to tell you what I'm giving up for Lent, but I will tell you that it'll benefit me, as well as others. I also want to look for something I can DO to help others. I have found that sometimes that is more important, and hubby and I are trying to teach our children the same.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Comfort Foods
there are times when i just
need my very favorite comfort
food of all times "french fries"
with brown gravy and ketchup
yep, thats what does it for me!
the most fattening of all foods
just makes me feel wonderful
it warms my heart and my arteries
once a week, usually on saturdays
is when i allow for this tasty treat
and when they arrive at my table
there is nothing anyone can do to
stop me, i dive right in!
comfort foods are needed at certain
times, as for me it gives me that
extra boost, so well needed at
weeks end, and when every last
"french fry" is gone from my dish
i accomplished what i set out to do
the feeling: satisfying
the taste: delish
the after: bloated
comfort foods, they just make
me smile!
:O)
need my very favorite comfort
food of all times "french fries"
with brown gravy and ketchup
yep, thats what does it for me!
the most fattening of all foods
just makes me feel wonderful
it warms my heart and my arteries
once a week, usually on saturdays
is when i allow for this tasty treat
and when they arrive at my table
there is nothing anyone can do to
stop me, i dive right in!
comfort foods are needed at certain
times, as for me it gives me that
extra boost, so well needed at
weeks end, and when every last
"french fry" is gone from my dish
i accomplished what i set out to do
the feeling: satisfying
the taste: delish
the after: bloated
comfort foods, they just make
me smile!
:O)
Monday, February 4, 2008
Super Bowl 42!
Giants Won!
i was astounded last nite
what a amazing game
2minutes left and they
pulled it off!
oh my, what a pass
Atlantic City erupted
the casino shook...
i held on and screamed
heck we all screamed!
way to Go Giants
Eli MVP, well deserved
congrats to all Giants Fans
i am on cloud nine!!!
i was astounded last nite
what a amazing game
2minutes left and they
pulled it off!
oh my, what a pass
Atlantic City erupted
the casino shook...
i held on and screamed
heck we all screamed!
way to Go Giants
Eli MVP, well deserved
congrats to all Giants Fans
i am on cloud nine!!!
Sunday, February 3, 2008
Secrets
did you ever have a secret
that you have never told a soul?
when one tells you something
and asks for you to keep it a
secret do you?
do you know a secret about
someone you are close to
but can't tell them because
it will hurt their feelings?
***********************
i for one have no secrets, if
i have not told one person
than i have told another
all might not know the same
secret, as it seems i select which
secret to tell which person
if one asks me to keep a
secret, i keep it close to my
heart, i do not tell
and yes, if i know a secret that
will hurts one feelings, i keep it
a secret, as it is my way of protecting
them, but am i really protecting them?
not sure.....
that you have never told a soul?
when one tells you something
and asks for you to keep it a
secret do you?
do you know a secret about
someone you are close to
but can't tell them because
it will hurt their feelings?
***********************
i for one have no secrets, if
i have not told one person
than i have told another
all might not know the same
secret, as it seems i select which
secret to tell which person
if one asks me to keep a
secret, i keep it close to my
heart, i do not tell
and yes, if i know a secret that
will hurts one feelings, i keep it
a secret, as it is my way of protecting
them, but am i really protecting them?
not sure.....
Saturday, February 2, 2008
Your Memories?
our daily blog is from Mary/Mi
Your Memories
by Mary/Mi
I have always wondered what others first memories were. How far back do you remember. How much of it is what others have told you? Is it clear in your mind or just a fuzzy thought? The best I can remember is the age of 6 and my first year of school. I was held back one year to go with my little sister. It was a choice I wish they had not made. I always felt out of place being older. I remember little snippet's here and there, but not a lot. Our family didn't take many pictures of us when we were small, but the few I have are precious to me. I think it is wonderful that MEK and others have taken up scrap booking. Preserve your families history. Hopefully later generations will appreciate it. I would love to hear of your first memories.
Your Memories
by Mary/Mi
I have always wondered what others first memories were. How far back do you remember. How much of it is what others have told you? Is it clear in your mind or just a fuzzy thought? The best I can remember is the age of 6 and my first year of school. I was held back one year to go with my little sister. It was a choice I wish they had not made. I always felt out of place being older. I remember little snippet's here and there, but not a lot. Our family didn't take many pictures of us when we were small, but the few I have are precious to me. I think it is wonderful that MEK and others have taken up scrap booking. Preserve your families history. Hopefully later generations will appreciate it. I would love to hear of your first memories.
Friday, February 1, 2008
Ten Fingers and Ten Toes
this daily blog is
from sandie
one of our new Night Owls!
it just seems to me
that "everything happens for a reason"
so true!
Ten Fingers and Ten Toes
by Sandie
My husband came home from work one day in March 1995 and said that he was being offered a three-year position in South Korea. He asked how I felt about that. I was terrified. Our boys were four and six at the time, perfect ages to take a tour . . . but Korea? I had visions of Mash running through my head. But we went. Little did I know that it would be one of the most special times in our lives.
My husband and I were thrilled with our two little boys and had decided that we were not going to have any more children. But one day in about the middle of our three-year tour, a friend asked me if I ever regretted not having a third child. I told her that I sometimes did, especially since I had always wanted a little girl. My husband overhead that conversation and later told me that he had been thinking the same thing. He asked me if I wanted to adopt a Korean baby. I was on the phone with the Korean adoption agency the next day.
Since it was a “local” adoption, it was a much easier process than adopting an Asian baby from the States. But, it wasn’t so easy for us. We were told that my husband was one month past the age limit! He had just turned 45. Well, I wasn’t about to let that stop me! I visited that orphanage every week, and soon got to know the ladies working there. They would roll their eyes when they saw me coming and chatter in Korean—I’m sure about the lady who couldn’t adopt but wouldn’t go away!
One day I met a Korean woman who knew of a different orphanage and she said she would be willing to take me there. This orphanage had babies but could not process the adoption paperwork—only the orphanage I had been talking to could actually do the adoption process. But, we went anyway.
My husband and I met with the head of the orphanage who told us that he had a six month old baby girl but she “was not perfect” and that we should come back another time. We asked to see her. My husband picked her up and as they looked into each others eyes, he said, “This is her, she is ours.” She was beautiful—she was perfect. She was missing a finger on each hand—she had a thumb and three fingers on each hand. We honestly didn’t give it a second thought.
After lots of pleading and me running all over Seoul with special paperwork, the other adoption agency agreed to take our case and by Christmas she was home. She was 7 and ½ months when she joined our family. And we have never looked back. She is our angel.
So whenever I hear a new Mom (and you hear it a lot in movies and on television) say that she first made sure the baby had ten fingers and toes, I shake my head. You see, our little girl is just perfect with eight.
from sandie
one of our new Night Owls!
it just seems to me
that "everything happens for a reason"
so true!
Ten Fingers and Ten Toes
by Sandie
My husband came home from work one day in March 1995 and said that he was being offered a three-year position in South Korea. He asked how I felt about that. I was terrified. Our boys were four and six at the time, perfect ages to take a tour . . . but Korea? I had visions of Mash running through my head. But we went. Little did I know that it would be one of the most special times in our lives.
My husband and I were thrilled with our two little boys and had decided that we were not going to have any more children. But one day in about the middle of our three-year tour, a friend asked me if I ever regretted not having a third child. I told her that I sometimes did, especially since I had always wanted a little girl. My husband overhead that conversation and later told me that he had been thinking the same thing. He asked me if I wanted to adopt a Korean baby. I was on the phone with the Korean adoption agency the next day.
Since it was a “local” adoption, it was a much easier process than adopting an Asian baby from the States. But, it wasn’t so easy for us. We were told that my husband was one month past the age limit! He had just turned 45. Well, I wasn’t about to let that stop me! I visited that orphanage every week, and soon got to know the ladies working there. They would roll their eyes when they saw me coming and chatter in Korean—I’m sure about the lady who couldn’t adopt but wouldn’t go away!
One day I met a Korean woman who knew of a different orphanage and she said she would be willing to take me there. This orphanage had babies but could not process the adoption paperwork—only the orphanage I had been talking to could actually do the adoption process. But, we went anyway.
My husband and I met with the head of the orphanage who told us that he had a six month old baby girl but she “was not perfect” and that we should come back another time. We asked to see her. My husband picked her up and as they looked into each others eyes, he said, “This is her, she is ours.” She was beautiful—she was perfect. She was missing a finger on each hand—she had a thumb and three fingers on each hand. We honestly didn’t give it a second thought.
After lots of pleading and me running all over Seoul with special paperwork, the other adoption agency agreed to take our case and by Christmas she was home. She was 7 and ½ months when she joined our family. And we have never looked back. She is our angel.
So whenever I hear a new Mom (and you hear it a lot in movies and on television) say that she first made sure the baby had ten fingers and toes, I shake my head. You see, our little girl is just perfect with eight.
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