Thursday, August 26, 2010

Recession

Just a quickie today to let you all know that I am still here - just super busy at work. (I got a little cocky about how well I do my job and then sort of crumbled under the pressure during the actual game this week).

I was visiting with a new friend yesterday. We were sharing stories, getting to know each other a little better. She was telling me about the day she found out her mother had cancer. It was a moving story and my eyes actually filled a little - this doesn't happen very often; I'm pretty non-emotional that way.

I remember meeting this woman's mother over the summer, so I asked my new friend about it with a concerned look in my face and voice. "I met your mother over the summer, so I assume she is in recession." Without missing a beat, my new friend solemnly replied, "No, she's not in recession.....but she IS in remission."

I laughed so hard I cried.

I think I like my new friend very much.

D.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Firetruck

This is going to be a sort of spiritual blog and I'm going to talk about God, just so you know.

Yesterday I had to venture into the downtown area of Chicago - sort of. It was the North Side of Chicago, really, but it may as well have been right downtown for my nervousness in the traffic. (I just need to interject here that I'm not a bad driver...it's that they have funky rules sometimes....it's important to pay more attention to the road signs)

Anyhow, I was driving in the North Side of Chicago and approached the corner where I was going to make a right hand turn. As I approached the corner, the light was green, so I slowed to make the turn and suddenly heard a siren.

I know what to do when I hear a siren....I pull over to the right and stop. Well, I was already stopped, so I just stayed stopped. I knew that the firetruck people needed to be able to get safely through traffic in order to help someone in need, which is why we have the siren rule.

The person in the car behind me did not appreciate me stopping and wailed on his horn.

I got super nervous and inched forward. But I heard the siren getting closer - not able to figure out exactly where it was coming from. I was angry at the car behind me for wailing on his horn. His horn blowing made me doubt, for a moment, my obeying the "siren" rule so strictly. Maybe the siren was coming from another street entirely and I was stopped there for no good reason. Maybe the person in the car knew more about the "street smarts" of sirens than I did. Maybe the person in the car behind me knew the "cool way" to deal with sirens and I was just being old and stagnant.

I stuck to my guns, doing what I was taught, and staying stopped at the corner until a huge firetruck crossed my path. Had I gone forward a little more, the firetruck would not have been able to make it through the traffic. I was redeemed, whether the person in the car behind me knew it or not. His horn blowing didn't matter any more. I probably even saved his life. (Okay, a bit dramatic, I know...but a girl can embellish).

That's my spiritual story of the day. Know what, know why and stick to it - no matter what.

Diane

Monday, August 16, 2010

Let's Start Fresh

As I browse the world around me, I realize that it is time. It is time to begin again.

It is difficult to embrace the end of something that we have looked forward to for so long. It is sad to say good-bye to a period of time that will only now live on in memories and photos. It is heartbreaking to sit here at this keyboard and long for next year's summer vacation before the sun has fully risen on this first day back to work.

Accept it, Diane. Embrace it, Diane. Enjoy it, Diane.

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Gracey And Johnny

this is not gracey so even if you think it is, you are wrong.
yesterday my wonderful and gorgeous daughter gracey and my handsome son johnny were partners for the 2010 Michillinda Shuffleboard tournament.
Gracey was not very good. Her and Johnny played and it was Johnny- 50 Gracey- -12
But with Johnny's amazing skill of knocking the other player's puck into the 10 off and Gracey's sudden skill at getting 8's and some 10's, they won the tournament!
i am so so so SOOOOOO proud of them and i cannot wait to help them make their pink returning champion shirts next year that they design and i will have no say. they will be pink, they said.
remember
gracey did not write this.
:D

D

Monday, August 9, 2010

Michillinda Day 2




Day 2 at Michillinda....Here I am at the beach.
Here's John having a laugh. He's not at the beach. He's having lunch.

Here's Angie. She's not at the beach either. She's looking at the Strawberry Soup on the menu.
Here are Gracey and Abby. We are so happy that Abby came up to play. They WERE at the beach, but now they're eating.

D

Saturday, August 7, 2010

Michillinda Day 1

Here I am getting ready to leave for Michillinda - our family vacation spot in August each year. As with all families, we all do things just a little bit differently from each other, which makes for a very chaotic departure. Some have been ready to leave since 6am. Some have only just awakened for our trip and it's 10:09am. (Said person still needs to pack) Some of us pack lightly - only the bare necessities, while others pack every art supply they ever owned, but I won't mention any names.

While waiting to leave, some of us do calm things, like post on our blog or read a book. Others watch wrestling really loudly or read out loud with a variety of inflections in her voice, ignoring the "5-times-given" directive to get her stuff off of the stairs and put it away. Some of us know where their headphones are and some of us allowed some other of us to borrow them and now they seem to be missing, leaving said first person without headphones for the trip. Thankfully another one of us can't find her iPod and so is letting first person use her headphones. I wonder if person that lost first person's headphones is also responsible for losing 3rd person's iPod. Just thinkin' out loud here.

The photo is me, sporting my Michillinda Lodge shirt in anticipation of Michillinda Day 1. I'll try to update each day with wise learnings from this very special place.

Diane

Sunday, August 1, 2010

A New Interest

See? I CAN cook. I just have to read the directions really carefully.

"Take egg and carefully tap it on side of bowl. It will crack and open. Be careful not to get parts of shell in bowl. "

I think I can. I think I can. I think I can.

D.







Take a look at these cutie pies. I learned how to make them at Summer Camp. Red Velvet Art's Summer Camp to be exact.















Mickey and I have a dream. Yes. We want to raise enough money to get tickets to see WWE's "Night of Champions" at the Rosemont Horizon on Sept. 19th.

When you have more than one kid, it's hard to keep everything even - in terms of using resources to develop the interests of each individual child - especially if the interest of one is really stupid in the eyes of the others.

Mickey likes WWE wrestling. He just does. We tell him that it's stupid and fake and dumb, but he likes it in spite of us and spends a great deal of time learning about the characters and their story lines. My good friend, Pam's son has graciously taken Mickey to a couple of LIVE events that Mickey has enjoyed immensely, but I, as a parent, cannot continue to take advantage of this sweet young man, Jack. I have decided to join Mickey in his hobby/interest. I am learning who these wrestlers are and what they are all about. I have realized that wrestling is a man's soap opera. I used to watch soaps all of the time, so I can get into some of the story lines.

Okay, so, back to those bracelets pictured above.....Mickey and I are trying to raise money for this even on Sept. 19th. (We told him that he had to raise the money if he wanted to go to this event otherwise we'll have to spend the same amount of money on cooking school for Katie Rose and a new lens for Gracey's Nikon - see how having children adds up?) We've come up with the idea of selling these bracelets for $1 each. I make them as I sit in front of the various wrestling shows on TV as Mickey teaches me and quizzes me on each wrestler. "Who's this guy? What is his mantra? Does he have fireworks as part of his entry? Who is is main rival?" and on and on and on.

The bracelets can be made with any combination of two colors - school colors, team colors, colors to match your outfit. They are cool for both genders.

I'll keep you posted as to what sorts of seats we are able to get.

Diane