Archive for June, 2007

Goodbye to a Dear Friend….

This morning, I received a call that Jessica Lester passed away after a week long fight against the injuries she sustained in last Thursday’s crash.  Words cannot express the grief I feel about the loss of this beautiful, intelligent, happy, healthy young woman with such a bright future in front of her.  Yet, I understand that her future remains with God.  Jessica Lester loved life. She loved her friends, she loved her family…She was always smiling and had the strongest “life force” of anyone I have ever met. Her personality was magnetic and powerful.  She was forever thinking of others and that shows in the career she chose as an RN. She will be so deeply missed by everyone including her loving husband, Isaiah, with whom she shared her life…, my heart goes out to him and to her parents they will all miss her beyond anything that can be placed into words. 

 

So, Jess…On second thought, I am not going to say goodbye because you live on somewhere in this big universe and what’s more, you will stay in my thoughts and your influence on the way I live my own life will remain forever. With all my love–Jess

Please, please…PRAY!

When I lived in Charlottesville, it was a very difficult time for me.  I was young and really on my own for the first time…pretty much anything that could go wrong–did go wrong…except for one thing.

I met AMAZING people.  I met friends who were always warm and welcoming, kind and caring. Among the closest of those people were Kate, Randi, Jeremy and Jessica.

It is Jessica now, who needs all the prayers that you can muster…I just found out tonight that Jessica was involved in a very serious…life threatening accident.  You can read about it here.

Jessica is a beautiful person with a beautiful spirit. I feel a great kinship with her.  We are the same age, in the same stage of life…There is something about her spirit that I feel connected to in a very deep way although I have failed to ever tell her that. I cannot imagine a world without her….

I don’t know what else to say other than I know that there are others who are much closer to her, those who have known her forever and ever who also need your prayers…and her husband with whom she is deeply in love–who was in the accident with her but sustained only minor injuries. Please pray for his strength, his heart…pray for them all to keep faith that she will pull though and that God’s hand is in this.

 

A departure…

Ok, so I have been posting a whole bunch of stuff, hair products I love and general junk…I just want to acknowledge this because I know this post is going to be a departure from that…and it might not stay up here for very long but it is something I just have to stick out there…for now.

Everyone in life has struggles, everyone. Society, interpersonal relationships…they are all so complicated and complex that it is difficult–no–impossible to make it through without them (struggles, I mean).  What I find difficult to deal with, though, is the fact that there are people out there don’t realize this and spend an excessive amount of time in their life trying to convince people that they are peachy and they fail to do the work that will make them so.

I know everyone has their own journey, and it takes some longer than others to get to a place of self-realization….but, let’s say I have struggled in my marriage but come through on the other end…and you have struggled financially but come through on the other end…then maybe I can help you with counsel on your marriage, and you can help me with counsel on my finances and we can share in experience?

I just think so many times we find that we hide our difficultes from other people when that is what this whole thing–this life thing—it’s what it is all about…learning, growing…. 

Oh, how I deplore naps….

So just a bit about our personal lives….

I am a creature of comfort, while my dear husband is–how shall I say–a glutton for punishment?  To give you an example, walking around today (3:00) in the glorious San Diego summer he was wearing a thick, and I mean thick sweatshirt….and he was sweating!  When I pressed him about the motivation behind the get-up, he told me that it was cold in the morning. It was cold, in the morning, so that is why he was wearing a sweatshirt at 3:00 in the afternoon. Ooohhhkaaayyy…

So, along those same lines…because Issa gets up earlier than I do, he goes to bed earlier than I do.  After I get my nightly chores done, I quietly open the door and tip-toe into the room. The fan is going but the air is still warm. I climb into bed and find that my husband has created a small tropical storm system under the covers with his already high body temp and the heat of the room, with the door closed…and the comfy blanket–It’s awful.

Now, the fact that we don’t have a/c is nowhere near a problem because of the awesome ventilation here with all the doors and windows,  in fact, off our bedroom is a sliding door to the backyard.  With that open we get an amazing breeze that keeps the room cool and with the fan going, who needs a/c?

Well anyways, hubby doesn’t allow me to open this sliding door because he is convinced that the possibility exists–the strong possibility exists–that a mass murder will come in and kill us all while we are sleeping.

Needless to say I toss and turn all night until about 2 or 3 at which point I try to open the door and then get yelled at for exposing us to the danger of murderage and then I move out to the couch…I sleep there until 7 or 8 and then feel spent all day.

So this evening and last, I fell asleep for a couple of hours and I hate it!  I fall into sleep that is soo deep that even when I wake up the sleep just wraps itself around me and pulls me back down.  Tonight (which is actually yesterday given the time) I fell asleep at 6:00 this evening and woke up at 8:30…I walked around like a zombie for an hour and then decided to go grocery shopping…since all we had in the fridge was expired milk and one slice of deli turkey meat…that took me forever and I felt cloudy, couldn’t figure out if two 6oz cans of baked beans at 1.60 were the same as one 18oz can for 3.54….now I am in this half-awake, half-sleep mode…..watching “Cops: Resisting Arrest”…typing in my blog because I can’t sleep and can’t do anything productive….I hear snoring all over the house but me? no such luck…
Although, I have to admit…I do feel entertained watching people getting maced…

Happy Father’s Day, Dad….

I have to admit, I had an impulse to feel sorry for myself today. The truth is, though–as long as I am a daughter I can have a father and I can take some time on this Sunday to think of my dad and acknowledge him in a small way. So here it is.

Dad,

It seems like only yesterday that we were sitting on the floor in the living room, I would bring you that blue sketchbook, the one with Pluto on the cover. Inside of it you would sketch pictures from my storybooks. I don’t know where that book is now, I only wish I did…but I just want to say that every time you created a picture for me I felt as though you were creating a bit of magic. You were taking something that belonged in books or movies and putting them in my own special book, created just for me…so, thank you.

I remember lwhen we went to KB Toys…Josh had the chicken pox, and I had been “exposed”. We went down the aisle with the Nintendo games and you pulled a few of those slips from the plastic pockets for some games….We went to the stand and gave the guy the slips. I tried to explain to you that you couldn’t buy the games without the system…I told the guy that I didn’t understand why you were buying the games because we didn’t have a Nintendo…I was concerned. I was also 6. In any case, that was a huge surprise when I found out we were actually getting the Nintendo. We had so much fun, the three of us playing it. When we eventually
upgraded to the Super Nintendo nobody could beat me at Dr. Mario–you sure tried, though.

Well, those are just two memories…I have a million more…So, for these two and all the rest, I want to say thank you. Happy Father’s Day, Dad. I love you…

Love,

Sis

Oh, what a night…

We were on our way to a movie this evening (we had free passes) and we were running a bit late. The phone rang and we were about to not answer it…but we did.  Thank goodness we did, too because it was an emergency so we just spent 3 hours in the ER with the family.  Everything seems to be ok for now…we are going to get some sleep and see how things are in the morning. I don’t mean to be vague but I must keep things quiet in case people who don’t yet know what is going on read this.  If you don’t know what’s going on and you would like to or need to you can call me or Issa.

Pinkeye–it’s not just your 7 year old’s infection…

Well, Wednesday night was the first night in quite some time that I actually saw my husband.  We went out to dinner and had the opportunity to talk about things that have been going on…then we decided to go to a movie to get a few laughs in because we really needed a good laugh together.

(Hu, by the way is my new nickname for husband like bo is for boyfriend)…So hu and I saw the movie Knocked Up and it was absolutely hysterical–one of the funniest scenes was when the roommates of the main guy (the knocker of the knocked up pair) answer the door and all of them have conjunctivitis…How’d you get pink eye? he asks, and the one guy responds…”You get pink eye when you get poo particles in your eye…” apparently they had all farted on each other’s pillows…and, well…you get the picture.  Ok, I know..it’s potty humor…but their big swollen puffy eyes were so funny!

So, anyways, we went home and went to bed and I woke up the next morning to find that I couldn’t open my left eye!  Yeah, you got it…it was “glued” shut.  You see, just before I went to meet “you know hu” I had a good idea. I wanted to buy a pair of black sunglasses to match my work attire that is basically black with some splashes of color.  I went shopping and found some at Ross. I popped them on and none of them worked so off I left…but apparently I brought along an eye infection and so the morning after laughing hysterically at the two guys with pink eye, I myself have been afflicted.

So, a word to the wise…don’t try on sunglasses in stores…or bring those handy wipes…this thing is super painful. I don’t know how I dealt with it as a kid.

Me? Oh, no…I’m not famous–it’s just my new shampoo…Sure! You can have my autograph…

So the other day Issa and I went to Fuddruckers and mid-fry I realized that I was fresh out of shampoo. Not wanting to take Issa home and then go out again, I convinced Issa to go with me across the parking lot to Target. When we got there, I was on the clock. Issa had to get back to studying and he graciously allowed me 10 minutes to gather the things I needed and get the heck out.

Well, I am the type of person who can’t make decisions on the clock so I quickly grabbed the first thing that looked like it would work–although I was reluctant, I didn’t have much of a choice. You see there, on the endcap of the shampoo aisle was Sunsilk.  Now, until this point, I have been opposed to this shampoo thanks to the obnoxious commercial “Get Sunsilk. Get Hairapy!” That voice. ARGUHHH. I nervously stood in line and looked at the bottle hearing the voice over and over in my head. 

As I heard the beep beep of the merchandise being dragged over the scanner, I took a deep sigh and gave in to my hairapy fate.  The next morning, I got in the shower and was pleasantly surprised to find the puple shiny liquid and the lovely scent. Not so obnoxious after all. I put a small amount in my hair and WOAH what a lather. The conditioner was rich and creamy…

So, I got out and towel dried my hair. I began to dry my hair and I couldn’t believe how SHINY it was oh my goodness.

Now, I know some credit is owed to the woman who recently cut my hair…but between her and my hairapy…I look like one of the Real Housewives of OC with my shiny, freshly cut….bouncy pretty smelling hair….

So, as much as I hate to say get…go get yourself some Sunsilk. Get yourself some hairapy.

A little story for my buddies in Iowa….

Police: Butts Swiped Toilet Paper From Court

Woman Admits Theft To TV Station

 

POSTED: 12:39 pm EDT June 11, 2007

 

A Marshalltown woman faces charges of stealing three rolls of toilet paper from the local courthouse and could get prison time. 

Courthouse employees said they thought something was up. 

“They said they seem to go through a lot of toilet paper at the courthouse,” said Marshalltown Police Chief Lon Walker.

Marshalltown police said one of the employees caught Suzanne Marie Butts, of Marshalltown, taking the two-ply from the women’s bathroom and called police. 

The courthouse parking lot attendant said he knew about toilet paper going missing. 

“I’ve heard they call it the toilet paper caper,” said parking lot attendant Gene Seim. 

Police said they caught up with Butts outside the courthouse Friday, and she was hiding the toilet paper in her shirt. 

Butts told Iowa TV station KCCI that it was the first time she had stolen toilet paper and that her attorney said not talk. 

“He told me not to ask any questions until he’s with me,” Butts said. 

The courthouse workers told police they suspected something was up. 

“She’s facing three years incarceration for three rolls of toilet paper,” Walker said. “Normally, that would be a simple misdemeanor.” 

Police said that on Friday, Butts was arrested on charges of stealing $30 from a family member. That makes four theft charges against her. A judge will decide what punishment fits this crime.

http://www.nbc10.com/news/13480294/detail.html

First time in a long time…

I haven’t posted in a while. I have intended to but I just haven’t gotten around to it.  Believe it or not I have been quite busy.  So, here is a rundown of everything that is on my mind and I will try to keep posts more regular throughout the summer.

I got a haircut today. I can honestly count on two fingers (ha ha) the number of haircuts I have absolutely adored.  This would be one of them.  While I would like to take the credit for making a good choice in salon and having a clear idea of what I wanted, the honest truth is that the girl was a “Shear Genius”.  She saw what my hair needed and I let her loose on my layers with minimal guidance. I now have a haircut with dimension, body and even a bit of an edge if I wanted to make it funky (as if I have time to do my hair–HAH!). Honestly, I will never go back to 20.00 haircuts.

Yo Tengo Un BUG! Yes, well as you may know already I have acquired my own motorvehicle.  A GREEN BEETLE!  No, not that type of Beetle–SILLY! . I got a stellar deal and it really was fate the way I found the car. I am enjoying riing around in my leather seats with the tooshie warmers and the sunroof.  His official name? Shrek.

A story that brought tears to my eyes. Well, this story could have been tragic so I have to preface this by saying that I am so glad the guy is alright, otherwise it would not be funny at all…but I also have to say that I can’t remember the last time I laughed so hard. Tears were streaming down my face. I was choking and coughing…it’s one of those horrible things you can’t help.  I doubt anyone involved was laughing…again, thank the Lord above he wasn’t injured. 

The Shopping Vortex. I can’t very well sit at home all summer while Issa studies for the bar. I have to keep myself busy and bring in a little income.  So, I set out yesterday to find myself as job and then I stopped at Ross to find some work clothes….and it was there, in the last row of the Juniors section that I entered a shopping vortex feared by many experienced by few….After pulling a number of items from the rack, I entered the fitting room and <> everything fit!  I mean, EVERYTHING.  What to do? What’s more impressive is the fact that everything was on clearance!  I found several cute tops and I am well on my way to finding a personal style that is more in line with who I was when I lived here in CA years ago.  Thank you shopping vortex, thank you.

I suppose that’s all for now. I am sure there is tons more to talk about but you probably know the story…so I will catch up with you later. Bye for now!