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Well I thought I would blog today because it's my Birthday. Not only that, but, that I can remember it's been a long, long time since all 4 of my sisters have called me to wish me Happy Birthday! Don't get me wrong they do remember birthdays, mostly the next day . Wow! call 4 that's Great!
Also my brother Hector remembered my birthday. Let me tell you how. I have a great friend called "Al" (female) and a couple of weeks ago she gave me a article she found in a magazine about "Angels never miss a family celebration". (I'm honest, sorry I have to tell you that tears are running down my face) It's about readers that share their stores about their love ones that have gone to heaven and they sometimes come back as a "Bird or a Butterfly" to say "Hi" or "I'm here!" on special days. Stephanie's birthday card from her had "Butterflies" all over it. When I first saw the card I thought of Hector also saying "Happy Birthday".
I miss him, Love You Hector
The Telegraph (UK) argues that this supports why women should not get equal pay as men's tennis. Their argument reflecting not only the discrepancy in number of sets played, but how difficult it is to win the respective championships. The latter being highly subjective.
In the corporate world, there is never any argument that the intensity of work/labour is in direct proportion to the amount of earnings. In fact it is quite the opposite. In the corporate world, he/she who works "SMARTER" rather than harder, is the one earning the big dollars.
Venus and Serena Williams exhibit, what I consider, a healthy belief that their life can be balanced between success on the court and off the court. They believe they can win without tormenting their body with week after week on the tour. That is smart and those who object could perhaps look at their own belief patterns to ask themselves, why is it wrong? What do you think?
I know I said I was leaving for a while. But I did some more negoiation last night after the kids went to bed. I can keep my morning comp time from 6-7:30pm. I won't blog much but I will be around:D
Now here are some of the pictures of the "Pagan" Children at the Catholic First Communion. All my "Pagan" friends got a HUGE kick out of buying a rite of passage gift for pagan kids going through a Christian rite of passage! I find it funny because a lot of my "Pagan" friends in the area do send their kids to one of the various Parochial schools around their towns or the city. We aren't fools. You want the best education for your kids you grit your teeth, teach your children about various religions, if they want to partake or if it is a family thing make them till a certain point, and tell them they can be open if they want but to use their heads about opening their mouth while at school and with certain ppl! Anyway here are the pictures
1. DeLaney and Coltin outside in front of the Church sign after Mass. A tad bit chilly but I still made them do it!
2. The Candle Blessing. of all three kids, the alter boy (brother to the other lil girl getting first communion), and Father Mike.
3 and 4. DeLaney and Coltin after Mass
5. Father Mike, Sisters Ellen Marie, and Francies with all three kids.
6. The First Communon Kids for our Parish.
Couple side notes:
The dress DeLaney is in, was MY First Communion Dress. According to my sister, it wasn't "in style" for my neice to wear at hers and what was funny a lot of the girls at my neice's First Communion 2 years ago, also wore their Mom's, Grandma's, Auntie's, or Cousin's First Communion Dress and if my sister would have got the stick out of her ass and let my neice wear mine, she would have fit in better then her "in style brand new dress" that my sister bought her! Coltin fought me on wearing his bowler hat into the church but thanks to Papo and Daddy, they convience him NOT to!
And last but not least, the lil girl that got First Communion with DeLaney and Coltin and the Alter Boy, are siblings also, and they are cousins to DeLaney and Coltin via Randy! There isn't a lot of family resemblence but that is what happens when your a 4th or 5th cousin, but if you look closely at the bottom facial features of DeLaney and M (the other lil girl) you can tell they each got their Great Grandma's facial features. Their Great Grandmother's were sisters!
Breeze tugs at the light skirt I'm wearing over my suit. My grandmother would fret to no end if I went out swimming by myself when the visibility's this low, but walking along the shore is fine - particularly if I don't tell her. It's a delicious time - the sun hasn't yet melted the mist, and while I can see the rocks and the little breakers clearly, the rest of the world is shrouded. The busy streets of the town don't exist, the irritated residents and the clueless tourists are not awake to enter this sphere of visibility. The sounds are the waves breaking and crashing out beyond where I can see, their boom against the island that stands as a distant smudge in the fog, the gulls, the foghorn, and the crunch of the rocks.
I smile, happy to be out here, and walk on.
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A couple of people I love are sick.
And I'm sick. I can't tell you what my temperature is, because I found out that whether it's in my mouth, the crook of my elbow, my closed fist, or the inside joint of my knee, the thermometer reads 98.0. This could explain why, to my memory, I never once had a fever in high school. But I've been leaking all day, head feels heavy (at some point, I told my friend that my cheekbones felt full - right beside my ears. She laughed at me.), headache's been roaming between a 3 and a 4, and I'm dog-tired. Similar to the drunk and his toilet bowl, the Kleenex box seems like my dearest friend at the moment.
You can tell I'm feeling little and vulnerable. I had a moment of deep disappointment when I discovered that someone had snarfed my apples-and-caramel cup out of the fridge, and my main thought right now is, "I want my Dad."
Kick-butt warrior girl never wants anybody as plaintively as that. This girl happens to know exactly whose Sugar Bear she is, and still believes in the inherent ability of the Dad to make it all better.
But until he gets here, I'm taking the suggestion of a friend from when I was "deathly ill" in the beginning of my freshman year, and taking a walk along the beach. It did start as the North Shore, but the salt crept its way in there, and it didn't take long to realize I'd relocated.
Ya know...I'd really like to move to Seattle. Anyways my best friend's sister is pregnant and she's 18. The guy is her boyfriend for like the past 3 years. Now a bunch of other girls were talking about her and this is what they said..."I can't believe she would do something like that. She was so smart in high school...Where did she suddenly go so bad?" Okay now...wtf? She didn't do anything wrong and being smart has nothing to do with anything. It's just been pissing me off cuz they're acting as if it's bad or something. And it doesn't make her any less of a person. Now most people I know start having sex with their guy within a year (some ppl). Maybe if it was just some random guy...then I could understand it being such a surprise but really...I don't think it's that big of a deal. As a matter of fact i think it's cool that my best friend is gonna be an aunt in 5 months.
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