Be More

So just living on the surface is not enough we need to brush the skin of the planet to touch the boundaries to rise as far as we can then push it more... Go beyond our minds.  Have faith there is more and know we can achieve it . Dream more than in sleep .... gain more than possible. God has given us the capability to learn more and he wants us to challenge ourselves to obtain the peace we seek. In everything we dowe must obtain ourselves. This is the true gift of god. For he knows that we only truly appreciate what gain ...only that what we earned and struggled for .... not just given.

Heart stopping moment

I have had my fair share of heart stopping moments. Car accidents, giving birth and taking my child to the hospital. The routine of a day is changed by a simple phone call. I sat listening but not truly understanding. I have noticed the arch of her back and even asked about it but was told all was fine. Then here I sit replaying the converation over and over. The best chance was to visit the Shriners hospital . My family surrounded my daughter like a herd of elephants arround the young when attacked. The color white (on walls) remind me of that day. Waiting with paperwork, waiting and  trying to distract, waiting and feeling frustrated, waiting. The doctors small talk began and then the examination of her back. He asked me to call the family in. Tears swelled in my eyes, holding my breath. He sat everyone down. All eyes on him. He said "it is days like these that I love my job, I get to tell you that she is ... Fine!" We all had tears of joy while embracing each other, including the doctor. What a glorious day!

the Door Bell game

My son, James has a unique (okay its weird) sense of humor like me. When he was younger, I taught him many things but one innocent game came to mind recently that i have passed along to my youngest daughter (3yr old now). Upon seeing his bellybutton, i would push it and make a sound of a door bell. Laughing and running from mom was always followed. But like all good things, it also could be seen in a different way. I discovered this while James went laughing into his grandparents house (just to set the scene, James does have a bit of a scary laugh, reminding me of the villain laughing at his fantastic new evil plan.) . With my curiosity peeked, I ran in the house wondering what was about to happen. The house was full (all 12 children and their families were over) yet eerily quiet. So as his yells echoed throughout the house, I fell to my knees and tears running down my cheeks (from laughing so hard) , I heard.... " Grandpa, Grandpa!! Wanna see my ding dong?!" 

My start on this big ball

I started this blog to let out all these random thoughts that clog my mind.
And in turn letting them out ,show just one person that they are not alone in this crazy fast paced world.

I was that kid who the others would say "there goes that girl that talks to herself and does the craziest stuff."

I grew up in a military atmosphere that was intertwined with hippie thoughts. Ya, already a messed up start... giggle.
I was born in Indianapolis where my birth father was stationed till we got shipped to California then he was to be deployed to Vietnam. I was born in a military hospital, enough said. Then as soon as we could, we were heading for the coast. I believe that first flight sealed my love of flying, just by being surrounded by all forms of life, smoking, drinking and being social. But that is how flights were oh so long ago, talking to others from around the world, this was our social internet.
Landing in LA, the salty,smoggy air infused with my DNA. From that day forward, I knew that I must be near water and yes, I did have the nickname "fish". I always wanted to be in the water and my mother being a avid sunbather worked to my advantage. After things that the government needed to clear up (paperwork and such), we then packed again and moved to Hawaii. Island life gave me the sense of being alone is okay, to separate from the whole and be okay. I have images of majestic scenes and strict regiments. Time was also important to my father, but my mother would say " shhh, no worries." This was the beginning of the roller coaster ride I called life. The absolute beauty of the island and seeing the water daily was heaven , yet the yelling and fighting surrounding me made me hide inside.
While my father was overseas, things went in such a different way. We moved back to California. From hearing about the famous people my mother had seen while assisting the dentist at her job to the having me chase after Elton John in the grocery store parking lot, life was just us two. Soaking up rays and building sandcastles seemed like all we did (or that i wanted to remember).
His plane arrived and there we were waiting for him in our hippy clothes and his mouth fell open. I was torn in my love of my father and what he thought was right and that of my mothers free thinking. I was truly a product of the 70s.
My father grew up believing that the man make all decisions and my mother grew up in a household that had only one parent (my grandfather died when she was young). This was the spark that ignited the fire regarding roles of men and women. In retrospect, this relationship was doomed.

The next journey, my mother and I moved to her birth place; Erie, Pa. (to be continued...)

Using our “skills” (part 2 of Atari rules)

This motley crew would take our earnings to the next adventure... off to the corner store. It was pre or post dinnertime that our rule in the streets was in full effect. While parents busy cooking and watching the news… off we went. Although the store was only 4 blocks away, the journey was long and adventurous. It would take us a half an hour just to get one block; stopping to chat with other friends walking by, or a neighbor who would ask for help, or we had to pass the scary lady’s house hoping she would not be out so we could sneak through her yard. With James Bond like movements (that is what we thought… although we looked more like we were having seizures by flopping all over the ground) were part of our adventure. We scaled garden walls; we crawled on our knees to get past windows; heck we even found treats for the dogs who so wanted to give us away. Then “coolly” walked past the cute guys house... Hoping to catch a glimpse of him yet trying to look like we really didn't care. At last, the store’s bells would ring on the door. We made it. Soon numbers and mathematical equations there tossed around like we were solving the debit crisis. Finding “the most for our money” and bargaining were then next skills to surface. Content with our choices, our purchases were bagged and bells rang again. We faked smoked (those terrible candy cigs) and ate candy that did rot some of our teeth. But we gained independence, knowledge, and community in every adventure. I loved my childhood and feel lucky that I grew up when I did.

But Atari still rules!

Apple fights, kick the can, and penny candy thoughts filled my head yesterday. I grew up in a time where TV turned color and video games where born (Centipede rocks); yet I was still running around neighborhoods, discovering new ways to push the rules, or at least saying "but there is no rule on that". Earning a dollar was fantastic; yet spending it was just as thrilling. It began with the slow motion of slapping the one in my hand. What to do with it ... Hum?

So I decided to journey across the street to the bar. I slapped my dollar bill down on the counter. "Beer nuts" I demanded. The bartender looked at me, then to the only other person in the room. He said "okay, but then you have to go."  Wow, my first bar purchase.

We ruled the streets with laughter, singing songs, and yelling "kick the can". Soon another dollar was earned and this motley crew would be onto the next adventure... (To be continued)

Cleanliness is next to Godliness.

I used to feel like I failed this epically. “I am only human.” I kept telling myself as my 4 children were dangling off each of my appendages, laughing and saying “mommy, mommy, mommy.” I have come to work with weird unexplainable stains on my white shirt that I could have sworn was TOTALLY white when I left the house. Then there were the days that I “treated” co-workers with the yummy gummies in my hair. My purse was an endless supply of wipes, snacks (or bribes), crayons and little people. Of course, to find the item needed, I had to remove everything from my purse. Pride goes out the window when you have publicly displayed your feminine products next to a screaming child. This was the beginning. I was determined to keep it together. Schedules were made and then drawn on. House was thoroughly cleaned and then destroyed by the time the sound of the front door closing echoed to me. Feeling hopeless, I reached inside me and asked “Why cant I get this together?!?” So baskets for toys were used so the kids would learn to take care of themselves and gave them the feeling of pride and accomplishment. Keys were hung on the wall and shoes in containers by the door so that being late for something could not be blamed on a search. It was the little steps that kept my sanity. So now as my eldest turns 22 and my youngest turns 3, I have started a new adventure, an organizing business. I know that life is chaotic and busy, that is why I believe my services are so needed. My life is organized yet I know that I am human…..oh no …I hear the cell phone…where is it? “Hello. Yes, I can help you.”