Saturday, April 29, 2006
You know you're loved when...
So truly thankful and abundantly blessed...
At the end of the day, it's all about those little things, is it not?
t.
Saturday, April 22, 2006
A friend sent this to me and it's really sweet. I hope that you all enjoy it. I especially like the part that I have put in bold.
~ t.
Their marriage was good, their dreams focused. Their best friends lived barely a wave away. I can see them now, Dad in trousers, tee shirt and a hat and Mom in a house dress, lawn mower in one hand, and dish-towel in the other. It was the time for fixing things. A curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door, the hem in a dress. Things we keep.
It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy. All that re-fixing, eating, renewing, I wanted just once to be wasteful. Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant you knew there'd always be more.
But then my mother died, and on that clear summer's night, in the warmth of the hospital room, I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't any more.
Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away... never to return. So... while we have it... it's best we love it.... and care for it... and fix it when it's broken...... and heal it when it's sick.
This is true.... for marriage..... and old cars.... and children with bad report cards..... and dogs with bad hips.... and aging parents..... and grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are
worth it. Some things we keep. Like a best friend that moved away or a classmate we grew up with.
There are just some things that make life important, like people we know who are special..... and so, we keep them close!
I received this from someone who thinks I am a 'keeper', so I've sent it (posted, in this case) to the people I think of in the same way.. Now it's your turn to send this to those people that are "keepers" in your life Good friends are like stars.... You don't always see them, but you know they are always there.
Keep them close!
Monday, April 17, 2006
Capita Conferre
I was pleasantly surprised to find a daily digest in my inbox this morning...
"Huh, but we haven't had discussions since I was an undergrad." :) As per usual, our moderator has posted an interesting topic to get us started.
If but nothing else, to exercise the head a lil' more and well contribute to my overall geekiness.
Hope ya'll had a great Easter!
t.
p.s. if anyone is wondering, the translation is "to put our heads together"
Sunday, April 16, 2006
Saturday, April 15, 2006
A scene from Working Girl
It's likely one that I'll remember for the rest of my career. :)
Three years ago, I took a chance... I didn't want to regret not finding out and now, I'm so thankful that I tried, because I'm here, and I'm happy to be here. And after Thursday, I'm more determined than ever.
t.
Monday, April 10, 2006
Sunday, April 09, 2006
And, we have a winner...
Last episode of the series airs May 14th... *sniff*
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
and
4 weeks plus 8 days = 25!!!
25 falls on a Friday this year... Still deciding how I want to spend becoming closer to 50 than zero. How truly blessed.
But ya'll will have to keep 4 weeks plus 9 days free to celebrate with me.... celebrate 25, celebrate life, celebrate friendship (and the end of tax season!).
Last year, 24 was amazing. I look at the photos and smile. I had such an amazingly happy 24...I'm still overwhelmed by how wonderful 24 was. I had just come home from vacation, for all the phone calls, text messages accompanying phone calls and because all the special people in my life came out, because one of my dearests snuck out and bought me lollipops and sparkly candles to put on my tweety ice cream cake, because a dear friend took lots of photos for me, because another took photos and made me a beautiful album of all the happy moments, because I wasn't allowed to cut my own cake, for the hugs, laughs, smiles, for the wonderful thoughts in all the cards, for being able to see people that I don't see enough, and simply because when I looked around at the two big tables in a really crowded restaurant, seated there are all the people who make me who I am. Thank you.
Sunday, April 02, 2006
The past is a part of who we are, but does not determine who we become.
Unwritten
Natasha Bedingfield
I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined
I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your innovations
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
Oh, oh, oh
I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines
We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live
that way
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inner visions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inner visions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten
The rest is still unwritten
Oh, yeah, yeah
Weekend update...
My weekend update...
Friday - I took my dad out for dinner since it was his birthday on Thursday. We had planned to go to Osaka Today, a little place at Blundell Centre, where they make their udon from scratch. I'm not a big fan commercially produced udon as I find it quite startchy but theirs is quite light. We got there only to find out that it was closed. We ended up going to my favourite greek restaurant, another hole in the wall, Kisamos, in Steveston. It must have been our night, because we did not have to wait. Since it was Friday, we opted for a seafood platter for two. It was delicious. True to Kisamos style, there was a lot of food for a reasonable price! The waitress also remembers us. :) Dinner was followed by gelato for Dad and frozen yogurt for me from Timothy's. My favourite place to get yogurt. =)
Saturday - I went into the office in the morning to finish up some work. One of the partners ordered lunch for us which was really nice! Afterwards, I went to meet my buddy Sam, home visiting from grad school. Our plan was to go to Salade de Fruits but we ended up at Le Cuisson for Shooting Star tea and a chocolate waffle. : ) Also stopped to pick up some asian snacks!
I had planned to do more office or school work last night but ended up resting and watching Le Divorce on tv. I'm not feeling as run down so it must have been needed.
Today, I went to my pilates and yoga class and afterwards I went to the gym to do some cardio. While I was at the gym, a father came in with his two (pre-teen/teen aged) children. He wasn't feeling well. We called an ambulance for him. His daughter, probably no more than 14 or 15, showed so much composure in caring for herself and her younger brother, in answering questions from the firefighters and paramedics, and in finding someone to take her and her brother to the hospital. Her father was taken by ambulance to the hospital and in spite of having to wait almost an hour for a ride, she was extremely calm. So very brave!
Hope that you are all having a nice sunshiny weekend!
t. :)
