your turning 60 this year, I remember a few years ago you were already telling people you were 59...I think you were only 56 then, we both laughed and now time has passed and you are 59:)...
anyway I don't write as much as I should and I don't send you the birthday packages or even cards that I should but I just want you to know that this year, your birthday has been on my mind and my heart so much...I think it's cause I went to Linds parent's combined 50th birthday-it was put on by Linds and she invited friends and relatives of her parents throughout their lives...it was so sweet and I only noticed this because Linds mum made a very eloquent thank-you speach about how looking around the room she saw her life in stages by the people that came to the party she said that by looking at the people around the room she remembered the good times of each stage of her life...I think, right then. I just thought of you...and who will celebrate you...who will show up to remind you that not just now, or even a very long time ago...but every step along the way there were good times represented by people in the same hemisphere, country, city, room as you...that night I missed all those moments I haven't been able to show you my presence through the years, all the parties I can't not plan or forget to plan or just stress out about and then make you plan anyway:)...to celebrate you.
now I know you and dad are ultra positive people...and you will be tired anyway from all your travels so you might not even remember your party...but I still think a little celebrating and just being able to be with someone you shared life with is special...and mam, we have shared some life you and me:) I miss not being able to celebrate your birthday...
so I am sending my heart to you on the worldwide web...and wishing you the best party ( hope dad and your friends are planning it well) and when you think about starting a new year and wrapping up all the other years...well I hope you know how special you are...and how many people would love to be in that room with you...celebrating with you...and I will be thinking of you all week until then too...
I LOVE YOU
Tuesday, 31 July 2012
Sunday, 29 July 2012
Furrry gifts and Faith
The other day my roomate saw our window well coverings to the basement windows were asque, peeked in...a family of kittens and their mother. Calico mother with two orange one black and two calico babies...the babies were dry with eyes open so maybe not brand new but still...so cute. We all came out and ooo'd and awed over the little bundles of joy. I even thought of emailing my landlords with and email announcing they were grandparents to baby kittens...but then the reality of it all set in.
A stray mother cat, our window well, we are all leaving in a month, babies are fragile, who will take care of them? What are we going to do?
I went down the street to the neighborhood cat lady and asked her if she lost a cat or was interested in kittens...she said no, she told me to take them to the humain society. After coming home and talking with roomates it seemed like this was probably the best option for this little family...but today. One by one the babies are leaving, the mother is rehiding her family. We are down to two little ones....I'm torn. part of me is so sad, disapointed I can't help but then there is another part that is happy that this mother is so capapble, she is taking this on, and she has decided to go.
Today I learned about faith. Faith isn't a belief so much as a trusting relationship...sometimes I find this earthshattering...so even though I don't feel it, can't muster some, never seem to follow through with...I got me some faith. BOOM.
A stray mother cat, our window well, we are all leaving in a month, babies are fragile, who will take care of them? What are we going to do?
I went down the street to the neighborhood cat lady and asked her if she lost a cat or was interested in kittens...she said no, she told me to take them to the humain society. After coming home and talking with roomates it seemed like this was probably the best option for this little family...but today. One by one the babies are leaving, the mother is rehiding her family. We are down to two little ones....I'm torn. part of me is so sad, disapointed I can't help but then there is another part that is happy that this mother is so capapble, she is taking this on, and she has decided to go.
Today I learned about faith. Faith isn't a belief so much as a trusting relationship...sometimes I find this earthshattering...so even though I don't feel it, can't muster some, never seem to follow through with...I got me some faith. BOOM.
Monday, 2 July 2012
the fall of rome...
Underdogs. Don't ever cheer for them, what's the point, they are underdogs...success comes very rarely to underdogs...and yet...on saturday there I was, cheering for an underdog. what happened in the first 17 minutes was the team I was cheering against scored and an imperceptible, yet to me audible, sound of the knell which tools death to underdogs of all types went off in my head. This is the end. But because it was a final I decided to stick to the end...it can't get so bad right. There is defeat and then their is complete and utter anihilation.
Right before the second half what should happen again..yes, another goal. Okay, Okay...they can't let a third in-that would be too much-here is to a strong second half....
well, the last sub is subbed in for the underdog...5 minutes later he is injured...no subs left...now they are not only loosing but loosing and playing a man down...
I believe in miracles. I feel like I need to say that at this time. It has no bearing on this story-unfortunately...
Then one after another goals are scored on the team that died about 60 minutes before the end of time or the whistle blow as it were...the battle was over way before the final score of 4-0...but still to go in the history books as a team beaten to a pulp...later on during the trophy presentation that sub...that sub that was no friend of mine...well he was bawling...and bawling...the camera kept panning to his face...they would show the victors and their celebrations and then him...they would show the crowds and fans and then pan back to him...they would show the trophy being engraved and then pan back to him...he got more air time crying than playing...
and then it was over. And I think no one was more happy than those Italians to leave Kiev to never return...as Grandma would say, "Go, Go with God, but just go." there is nothing left for you to conquer here...
Right before the second half what should happen again..yes, another goal. Okay, Okay...they can't let a third in-that would be too much-here is to a strong second half....
well, the last sub is subbed in for the underdog...5 minutes later he is injured...no subs left...now they are not only loosing but loosing and playing a man down...
I believe in miracles. I feel like I need to say that at this time. It has no bearing on this story-unfortunately...
Then one after another goals are scored on the team that died about 60 minutes before the end of time or the whistle blow as it were...the battle was over way before the final score of 4-0...but still to go in the history books as a team beaten to a pulp...later on during the trophy presentation that sub...that sub that was no friend of mine...well he was bawling...and bawling...the camera kept panning to his face...they would show the victors and their celebrations and then him...they would show the crowds and fans and then pan back to him...they would show the trophy being engraved and then pan back to him...he got more air time crying than playing...
and then it was over. And I think no one was more happy than those Italians to leave Kiev to never return...as Grandma would say, "Go, Go with God, but just go." there is nothing left for you to conquer here...
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