Friday, 23 January 2009

The Good Napkins

Boka Tov; (Good Morning)
My cousin send me this last night and I debated wheter to post it or not. But it is just too cute and frankly, something I might have done.

Ahhhhh ... The joys of having girls ..
My mother taught me to read when I was four years old (her first mistake). One day, I was in the bathroom and noticed one of the cabinet doors was ajar. I read the box in the cabinet. I then asked my mother why she was keeping 'napkins' in the bathroom. Didn't they belong in the kitchen? Not wanting to burden me with unnecessary facts, she told me that those were for 'special occasions' (her second mistake). Now fast forward a few months....It's Thanksgiving Day, and my folks are leaving to pick up my uncle and his wife for dinner. Mom had assignments for all of us while they were gone. Mine was to set the table. When they returned, my uncle came in first and immediately burst into laughter. Next came his wife who gasped, then began giggling. Next came my father, who roared with laughter. Then came Mom, who almost died of embarrassment when she saw each place setting on the table with a 'special occasion' Kotex napkin at each plate, with the fork carefully arranged on top. I had even tucked the little tail in so they didn't hang off the edge!! My mother asked me why I used these and, of course, my response sent the other adults into further fits of laughter. "But, Mom, you said they were for special occasions!!!"Pass this on to your girlfriends who need a good laugh or anyone who has a daughter! Life is too short for drama & petty things, so kiss slowly, laugh insanely, love truly and forgive quickly.....and for heavens sake, use the good napkins whenever you can!

Thursday, 22 January 2009

The Best Teacher

Lailia Tov (Good Evening):
I am sitting in front of the space heater, warming up. The heat has kicked in, so the apartement is slowly warming up. I am waiting for Mark who's been gone all day. I pulled out the chicken soup to warm up when he gets home.
I remember many years ago when I started Nursing Assistance Classes. I was the worst bed maker in the classs. I couldn't make those hosptial corners for anything. Often I left class in tears, knowing I could fail if I didn't learn how to make a hosptial bed.
Telling my mum the problem, she suggested the following: take two hankichiefs and a book. This is small enough for me to practice on.
So that weekend, every free moment I had, I practiced bed making with my little model. Once I could make the corners on the model, I started on my own bed. Perfect!
So, Monday, I went to class and impressed my teacher with the sudden turn around. After telling her how I learned, she asked if she could use my mother's idea of the book and handichiefs to help teach other students in the future.
Misatkes are commen. Flubs happen. The point is not to forcus on the mistakes or flubs, but look at them as teaching moments.
I remember my first day on the floor. G-d, what a ton of neves I was. There was one nurse who made cutting remakes about my preformance. Untiil another RN reminded this nurse how she was worse than I when she began. This same lovely lady took me under her wing and taught me the ropes and little tricks to get my work done and give the best nursing care.
One time, I had a co-worker kept telling me I was pulling the laundry away in the wrong slots in the linen closet. I had been told one thing and this woman was telling me I was wrong.
I stopped, smiled and since she could do a better job, I handed her the linen and walked away.
Later, this co-worker was dressed because the linen closet was a mess.
It is so easy to sit in judgemnent of others. Unaware of the all the facts, or care that the person is new to the job and it takes time to learn and get a handle of the matter. Or take we could do a better job.
Mistakes have been one of my greatest teachers. And one of them is to give a helping hand, encourging word or prayer instead of complaining and cricitzing.

Wednesday, 21 January 2009

Man It's Cold

When you can't see G-d's Hand, Trust His Heart.

This is the coldest Januray we have known in years.
In fact, I didn't even make it to the YMCA, it was so cold. Even with longjohn, going into the Pool and then back into that 25 degree weather is not wise.
And my the wind! The wind was the worse. So until it warms up, my Therapist has suggested that I just stick out to my therapy plan at home and the center.
The longjohns are a good idea, but I do need to get some more, since I am wearing them daily.
It reminds me of my private duty days when I worked in Boston. I would wear longjohns under my nursing umiform since I would have to travel in this type of weather.
I don't miss those days.
Mark is still looking for a job until he hears from Fort Bragg. You would think with his military background and a WestPoint Grad, the doors would just open for him. But these are hard times in the job market and yesterday, it finally got to him.
Mark's mood is better now. For we talked it out, worked it out, prayed it out, and must remind Who our help comes from. G-d will open that door for Mark; our job is to trust, obey, look for work and pray some more.

Why Boys Need Parnets

1.) A king size waterbed holds enough water to fill a 2000 sq. ft. house 4 inches deep.
2.) If you spray hair spray on dust bunnies and run over them with roller blades, they can ignite.
3.) A 3-year old Boy's voice is louder than 200 adults in a crowded restaurant.
4.) If you hook a dog leash over a ceiling fan, the motor is not strong enough to rotate a 42 pound Boy wearing Batman underwear and a Superman cape. It is strong enough, however, if tied to a paint can, to spread paint on all four walls of a 20x20 ft. room.
5.) You should not throw baseballs up when the ceiling fan is on. When using a ceiling fan as a bat, you have to throw the ball up a few times before you get a hit. A ceiling fan can hit a baseball a long way.
6.) The glass in windows (even double-pane) doesn't stop a baseball hit by a ceiling fan.
7.) When you hear the toilet flush and the words 'uh oh', it's already too late. (Ask me how I know)
8.) Brake fluid mixed with Clorox makes smoke, and lots of it.
9.) A six-year old Boy can start a fire with a flint rock even though a 36-year old Man says they can only do it in the movies.
10.) Certain Lego's will pass through the digestive tract of a 4-year old Boy. (Yep)
11.) Play dough and microwave should not be used in the same sentence. (Tell me about it)
12.) Super glue is forever. (Amen)
13.) No matter how much Jell-O you put in a swimming pool you still can't walk on water.
14.) Pool f ilters do not like Jell-O.
15.) VCR's do not eject 'PB & J' sandwiches even though TV commercials show they do.
16.) Garbage bags do not make good parachutes.
17.) Marbles in gas tanks make lots of noise when driving.
18.) You probably DO NOT want to know what that odor is.
19.) Always look in the oven before you turn it on; plastic toys do not like ovens. (Check washing machines, dryers and VCRers as well)
20.) The fire department in Austin , TX has a 5-minute response time. (So does Norfolk)
21.) The spin cycle on the washing machine does not make earthworms dizzy.
22.) It will, however, make cats dizzy.
23.) Cats throw up twice their body weight when dizzy.
24.) 80% of Women will pass this on to almost all of their friends, with or without kids.
25.) 80% of Men who read this will try mixing the Clorox and brake fluid.

Dance as if No One is watching

Life is not measured by the number of breathes we take, but by the moments that take our breath away. -George Carlin
From "American Shaman: The Odyssey of Global Healing
Traditions" by Jeffrey Kottler and Jon Carlson with Bradford Keeney:

Jon told us a Hasidic tale about a famous rabbi who was on his way to teach a village that was very interested in his ideas. This was going to be a very big event, and each Jew in the community made great preparations, pondering what question he or she might ask the wise man.The rabbi finally arrived and, after the initial welcome, he was taken into a large room where people gathered to ask their questions. There was tremendous anticipation and excitement all around.The rabbi walked silently around the room and then began to hum a Hasidic tune. Before long, everyone started humming along with his soft voice. As people became comfortable with his song, the rabbi started to dance. He danced everywhere in the room, and, one by one, every person danced with him. Soon everyone in the whole community was dancing wildly together. Each person's soul was healed by the dance, and everyone experienced a personal transformation. Later in the night, the rabbi gradually slowed the dance and eventually brought it to a stop. He looked into everyone's eyes and said gently, 'I trust that I have answered all of your questions.'

Take My Son

Take my Son A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art.
They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael.
They would often sit together and admire the great works of art. When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son. About a month later, just before Christmas, there was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands. He said, 'Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly. He often talked about you, and your love for art.' The young man held out this package. 'I know this isn't much. I'm not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this.' The father opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture. 'Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me. It's a gift.' The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected. The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his paintings Many influential people gathered, ex cited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection. On the platform sat the painting of the son The auctioneer pounded his gavel. 'We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture?' There was silence. Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, 'We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one.' But the auctioneer persisted. 'Will somebody bid for this painting. Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?' Another voice angrily. 'We didn't come to see this painting. We came t o see the Van Gogh's, the Rembrandt's. Get on with the real bids!' But still the auctioneer continued.. 'The son! The son! Who'll take the son?' Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son. 'I'll give $10 for the painting.' Being a poor man, it was all he could afford. 'We have $10, who will bid $20?' 'Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters.' '$10 is the bid, won't someone bid $20?' The crowd was becoming angry.. They didn't want the picture of the son. They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections. The auctioneer pounded the gavel. 'Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!' A man sitting on the second row shouted, 'Now let's get on with the collection!' The auctioneer laid down his gavel. 'I'm sorry, the auction is over.' 'What about the paintings?' 'I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will. I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned. Whoever boug ht that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings. The man who took the son gets everything!' God gave His son 2,000 years ago to die on the cross. Much like the auctioneer, His message today is: 'The son, the son, who'll take the son?' Because, you see, whoever takes the Son gets everything. FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD HE GAVE HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON, WHO SO EVER BELIEVETH, SHALL HAVE ETERNAL LIFE...THAT'S LOVE

Tuesday, 20 January 2009

Meals on Wheels

A cat died and went to Heaven.
God met her at the gates and said, 'You have been a good cat all these years. Anything you want is yours for the asking.'
The cat thought for a minute and then said, 'All my life I lived on a farm and slept on hard wooden floors. I would like a real fluffy pillow to sleep on.' God said, 'Say no more.' Instantly the cat had a huge fluffy pillow.
A few days later, six mice were killed in an accident and they all went to Heaven together.
God met the mice at the gates with the same offer that He made to the cat.
The mice said, 'Well, we have had to run all of our lives: from cats, dogs, and even people with brooms! If we could just have some little roller skates, we would not have to run again.' God answered, 'It is done.' All the mice had beautiful little roller skates.
About a week later, God decided to check on the cat.
He found her sound asleep on her fluffy pillow. God gently awakened the cat and asked, 'Is everything okay? How have you been doing? Are you happy?'
The cat replied, 'Oh, it is WONDERFUL I have never been so happy in my life. The pillow is so fluffy, and those little Meals on Wheels you have been sending over are delicious!'

Words From the First Daughter

While visiting the Lincoln Memorial, Malia Obama was heard to say: "Great experation upon being the first Afrcian Amercain President. Better be good."

Prayer For Our President

I found this pray on Beliefnet. I thought it fitting for today.
For Our President:
Father, I'm praying for our President (name him)...

May we always have a President who is a man after Your own heart. May integrity and uprightness protect him because his hope is in You.
Help him to live a blameless life, to trust You without wavering.
May he walk continually in Your truth, and may he not neglect his time with You, no matter how busy or whatever the crisis.
Help him to hear You clearly as You guide him through decisions that can affect our nation and the world. (1 Samuel 13:14; Psalm 25:21; 26:1b, 3b; Matthew 6:6; Isaiah 30:21)
Keep those who are deceitful or hypocritical away from him. When others are trusting in military might and power, may he trust in You and Your holy name; keep him on level ground as he leads. Hide him in the shelter of Your presence from the intrigues of men; keep him safe from accusing tongues. (Psalm 26:4; 20:7; 26:12a; 31:20)
May he know You as the Lord, his rock, his fortress and deliverer. Be his stronghold, his refuge and Savior. May he call to You, who is worthy of praise, and be saved from his enemies. Be his shield, and help him turn to You for wisdom without doubting; give him Your wisdom generously as You have promised. (2 Samuel 22:2–4, 31; James 1:5–6)
In Jesus' name, amen.
- Jim & Kaye Johns

The Dawn of A New Day and Facing Myths

Boka Tov;
It is the Dawn of a new day.
Not just because G-d has lovingly returned each of our souls, but the Dawn of a new day for our nation.
History is being made, a day many never thought would happen. A biracial man is about to take the Oath of Office as the President of the Untied States.
Funny how I have seem cartoons of Abraham Lincoln celebrating this day as well.
Better reread your history. The "Great Emancipator" did abhorr slavery. But he was also will to countenance it if doing so would have vindication his main goal: to save the Union.
We are being told this a day Mr.Lincoln would be rejoicing. Actually, he is more than likely spinning in his grave.
Araham Lincoln himself said in 1858: "there is a physical difference between the black and the white races which...will forever forbid the two races living together upon terms of social and political equality."
Another myth bites the dust. Sorry, but Mr. Lincoln will not be doing the Macarena when Mr. Obama uses his old Bible when taking the Oath of Office.
What Mr. Lincoln would be pleased to see is the Union has remain intaken, in fact marvel that we have grown into a Great Nation. And maybe even admit his earlier statement was in error.
I am reminded that as a Jew, Hitler failed to kill us all. As a woman of colour, I shall watch a beautiful Afrcian Amercian woman take her place as the First Lady.
I will pray for our new first family, for their protection and for G-d to give Mr. Obama wisdom to lead this nation of ours.
He's going to need it.
And that is no myth.

Off to the Pool

Boka Tov.
Baby it is cold out there! So the Sable hat, coat, gloves have gotten their full use the past several weeks.
This morning I am on my way to the YMCA to begin walking in the pool. I can also do many of the streches from PT as well. This was added on last week. I told my Therapist yesterday my bottom hurts and she said that is because I am walking so much better and have more hip extendion, that the muscle is overworked. So I need to apply heat in the evening as we as the afternoon. So this pain is a good thing; it means I am healing.
Leanne (my Therapist ) told me I am not the same woman that came in a few months ago on crutches. I am walking so much better, stairs are still hard, but not as bad.
And I also am wearing longjohns. Keep those muscles nice and warm.

Monday, 19 January 2009

Margaret's Children

Mummie said she hadn't laughed so hard in years. How good was to spend the evening with her "kids."

Margerat and her boys, Frank and Mark
Margaret's girls, Elayne and Eileen

We finally stopped laughing long enough to have this picture taken.

Margaret with Eileen and Frank

The Prude Women.

Sunday, 18 January 2009

My Sister's Visit

It is close to bedtime. We are cleaning up and getting ready for another full well.
Last night, my sister and her husband came to visit for a few days from Boston.
I haven't seem her since our wedding and this was the first time I got to meet Frank since they were married two years ago.
Mum has a hard time with the stairs here (we live on the second floor) but when I spoke to my sister, I learned she had talked mummy into coming to Supper with us. And we were all thrilled. Mummie told Mark that she was "kidnapped!" but she really did have a good time.
We shared good food and tons of laugher. We shared so much, and laughed so hard we each had to take turns going to the bathroom.
I spoke to mummie this afternoon. She was very glad she did give in and came. It thrilled her to no end to see her "girls" together, with their husbands, seeing us not only getting along, but happy. Mummie said my sister and I both picked "winners." And seeing the love between Frank and my sister, I would agree.
Frank is so funny. Lively and bright, and taller than Mark! I love the way he treats our mother.
We shared childhood memories, pictures, took pictures and just had a wonderful evening.
And I am so glad that I now have a wonderful, adult relationship with my beloved sister.

Baby's Back

Boka Tov:
A few hours before we went out to Dinner, there was a knock on the door. At first Mark thought he had blocked in a neighor, so he was prepared to move the car.
Instead, it was UPS. HP overnighted my laptop.
Baby is back home!
Last night, after my family left, I checked out to see how my girl is doing. And she is fine.
A new keyboard. A new Mother board. (Baby was really sick)
But now she is fine and back on her desk. And while it was wise to do have a backup disc made, it looks like all the programs are still on. So this afternoon, I will be downloading the more recent pictures and returning to my beloved his laptop. He has been so gracious to allow me to use his until my return.
But then, that is the loving guy he is.

Shabbat With The Prost

Boka Tov;
It has been a busy few days and finally I have few minutes to breath.
Friday evening, as I wrote in my last entry, Mark and I were invited to Sturat and Debbie's for Shabbat Supper.
We had such a wonderful time. Sturat said the blessingss from the Siddur (Prayer Book) given to him when became Bar Mitzvah. The wine was Ben Ami from Galilee, a fruity wine that has a hint of pineapple. It was nice and just perfect with the meal of mixed veggies, cous-cous and salmon. Very much like a meal I would have serve. Debbie made Challah and was concern if it turned out when. We all assured her it would be fine and it was.
It was the first time they had celebrated Shabbat in their new home and we were honoured to their first guest.
They shared about their trip to New York for the Holidays, both Deb and I going through PT (me for my hip, Deb for her shoulder) exchanging stories.
Ther was a very rich chocolate cake that was served for dessert, and we all had tiny pieces. Debbie gave the rest to us to serve the following evening.
It was a wonderful evening, still bitter cold outside, but we enjoyed the warmth of friendship.

Friday, 16 January 2009

Bitter Cold

Boka Tov:
It have been a bitter cold here in Virginia this week. But not as cold as other parts of the country.

This morning, during PT my right leg cramped up. The therapist believes it is a combination of my muscles being over worked and the cold.
This morning I awoke, about 4 am, every muscle aching. I had to take Tylenol and ornage juice in order to go back to sleep.
So I need to break out the long undies. The first winter as husband and wife, we suffered two nights of no heat as the boiler was being worked on. Then he remembered he had two pairs of Army issued black undergarmnets that for those cold nights. Rather thin, I thought surely this will not keep me warm. But they did.
So I need to put them out and start wearing them during the day to keep my muscles warm.
This evening we have been invited by our friends Debbie and Sturat for Shabbat supper.
As we came in, the phone ran. It was my sister Eileen. How good it was to hear her voice. Then I heard my mum in the background. Eileen and her husband are here visiting. So Eileen and Frank are coming over for supper tomorrow. Since I have not seen Eileen since the wedding and we will finally get to meet her husband, I am truly looking forward to see her and catching up.
But right now, I need to dig out the longjohns and get warm,

Tuesday, 13 January 2009

An Early Bird?

Boka Tov:
I have a confession to make; I am not a morning person.
When we were first engaged, I asked Mark if he knew how to make coffee. That skill would save his life one morning.
Mark would tell you it has several times.
As a former LPN I sometimes had to pull a morning shift, but as an night owl I prefer the last shift. I do manage to get up for my morning prayers and I love my time with Mark during those times, but frankly, there are times it takes an act of Congress to get me out of the bed in the morning.
But for the past several days, except for those few days I had a bad cold, I have been getting up just before sunrise.
And I wide awake.
Without coffee.
OMG! I'm turning into my mother!

Monday, 12 January 2009

Laptop Update

I am still waiting for my baby (laptop) to return home. This afternoon, Mark called the company to find out what was going on since it has been over two weeks.
Well, the company had written us, but between the Holidays, PT and getting over another cold, I had not checked the e-mail. And it didn't occur to Mark the company would contact us through this account, but his own.
Anyway, it seems that not only the key board, but the mother board (whatever that is) and the cover have to be replaced. So the price is higher. The company was willing to sell us another computer, taking off the price of this one, but then we would have had to buy the extra features I already have. So I made it clear: please fix my baby and send her back home.
She is greatly missed.
Thankfully, we had already gone to Geek Squad and everything has been put on a backup DVD, so I was able to save my files.
And to think there was a time I lived my life without a computer.....


One day a mother died. And on that clear, cold morning, in the warmth of her bedroom, the daughter was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't any more.
No more hugs, no more moments to celebrate together, no more phone calls just to chat, No more 'just one minute' Sometimes, what we care about the most goes away...never to return before we can say good-bye, or say 'I Love You.' So while we have it it's best we love it . . And care for it and fix it when it's broken and take good care of it when it's sick.
This is true for all types of relationships in our lives... 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 cherish them!
Some things we keep -- like a best friend who moved away or a classmate we grew up with. There are just some things that make us happy, No matter what. Life is important, and so are the people we know
And so, we keep them close!

Singing Through the Pain

Boka Tov: (Good Morning)
Well I just came home from PT. All of the Therapist are very happy with the progress I am making.
All I know s that my knee hurts. So Mark is getting the heating pad.
I remember hearing a Sermon years ago called "Singing Through the Pain." As I go through treatment, I have been remembering Pastor Chuck's words.
We have to sometimes grow through pain to get to the healing. Sometimes, healing hurts. And it is ok to admit that. But as I do the stretches I remember to:
1.Breath slowly through the stretch.
2.Think of my favorite song. I can often 'hear' one of my favorite worship songs and it helps me get through the treatment.
3.That I am not alone. Mark is there to assist as needed, but also know when not to help.
How often I have gone through a struggle, a heartache and then months, maybe years later realizing that it made me a stronger woman.
How often I complain to G-d about something hurting or a thing that I think too hard. And like my Therapist, He knows how much I can take, when to take me to the next level, when I need to be encouraged to keep going and when to say rest.
Like He is there, walking through the pain with me, knowing when to assist and cheering me on.
Now for a nice hot shower and nap.
And maybe even a good cup of tea.

Friday, 9 January 2009

Grace in the Storm

Boka Tov;
I just came home from PT. It was a rough one, but there are improvements. I can now start walking in the pool twice a week to help me get ready to start walking on land again. My walking is much better, but still unsteady. Both my doctor and Therapist are pleased with how I am coming along. Even Mark says I am doing better.

The isn't as much. I am learning when to push through it and when I need to take medication. With a cold fron coming in, this is a good day.

I read post this morning from a friend that made me cry. I was reading a post from the eldest daughter of one of my closest friends. I have known her since her late teens and watched her grow into a beautiful dancer and teacher. I danced at her wedding, and become the mum to seven children.
Her youngest son, Noble was born with a major heart defect and needed an heart transplant. He lived four years and left us in May of last year. At the gravesite, the children there let go of blue ballons to heaven.
Never have I heard the words "Why G-d!" or blaming Him. Just thankful for the ears she had with her baby. A baby who is no longer in pain is now walking with the One he use to like to see about.
Sad and missing her child, yes, but no bitterness. It drew the family closer to each other and to G-d. All of us who knew this little guy adored him and are thankful to have known him. We have struggled with anger and the "Why G-d?" and yet we also know he is now able to run and jump and play.
Four short years. Noble finished his assignment and is now home in Paradise.
But it still hurts.
I need to call my friend.

Thursday, 8 January 2009

The Sun is Out :)

Boka Tov:
Well after two days of rain, the sun is finally out.
I have a doctor's appointment this morning and the sunshine will feel so good when we walk out the door.
The Plumber is due today. We are having a problem with the tub: the hot water won't stop running. Right now feels like a Turkish Bath: all that is missing is the large towels and wooden benches.
So off to the doctor's I go.
So joy.

Tuesday, 6 January 2009

The Christmas At Night

More of the Christmas House

The Christmas House

This house is one block over from my in-laws. This family loves the holidays and enjoys dressing their home for each one. The owner is excited about my placing the pictures of his home on my journal.

snow globe 2

The 12th Day of Christmas

I found this quilt that depicts the 12 days of Christmas.

A Good Day For Tea

2009 glasses
It is a cold, rainy day here in Virginia. Mark went for his run anyway, but I made sure he was dressed warm. This weekend is he has drill, so between job search and PT, we are spending as much time as we can together.
It is the last day of the Holiday season.
I rmember from celebrating what is known as 'Old Christmas' this is the twelve night and it was bittersweet. For it was the last night of the holiday and yet the joy of looking forward to the next one.
True as children we would have gone back to school, but there was still much joy in the evenings.
No, it wasn't the perfect childhood, but I do like to forcus on the good memories and not the bad.
While I am looking forward to see what 2009 holds for us, I know that the last three and half years have been the best years of my life.

Friday, 2 January 2009

Why Women Cry

A little boy asked his mother, 'Why are you crying?' 'Because I'm a woman,' she told him.
'I don't understand,' he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, 'And you never will.'
Later the little boy asked his father, 'Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?'
'All women cry for no reason,' was all his dad could say.
The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.
Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone, he asked, 'God, why do women cry so easily?' God said:
'When I made the woman she had to be special.'
'I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world,
yet gentle enough to give comfort.'
'I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.'
'I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.'
'I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.'
''I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.
'I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.'
'And finally, I gave her a tear to shed.' 'This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed.' 'That tear holds more then men could understand.' ' If a man was to shed her tear it would look enormous.' 'For a woman's tear is full of unconditional love, power,sacrifice,beauty,pain,and compassion.''All ten fold of what a Man is able to feel.''And that is my son, why I made her as close to being Supernatural.''She's my gift to the world she's an Angel on Earth. ''Love her and praise her for there will be no other here on Earth that will Love you like I do then your Mother.''You see my son,' said God, 'The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.'
The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides.'

Thursday, 1 January 2009

We Will, We Will Rock You!

Didn't think I knew that song by Queen, right?
Well, that is what I have been humming as I clean the house.

As I regain more use of my leg, I am getting things back in order. Not that Mark hasn't helped out. But not only does he support me through PT, but looking for a job as well.
So! this means war!
Dust bunnies, you have been warned. Feather Duster

Happy New Year

What is in your heart about your fellow man is most likely in his heart about you.
- Book of Deuteronomy

Boka Tov and Happy New Year:
Well I am up, takne my medication and letting Mark sleep.
For the talent show, we were a hit. Everyone loved the dance we did and I have been asked to teach it to the dance trope. And while I will adapt it for the troupe's use, it will remain my and Mark's. In fact, we have even been asked to do another dance together.
However while practicing, my knee gave out and we had to apply heat to the swollen area and pray over it.
But once we began to dance, no one would have never known there was a problem.
Marty: would you believe I forgot my cameria? And I was doing so well. But others did take pictures, so once I get them, I shall share them.
Mark loves to dance and we will be working together to not only improve his movements, but it is something we enjoy dong together.
I am looking forward to the New Year with excitement. I can't wait to see what G-d has for us as a couple.
Maybe even a family?