Friday, September 23, 2011

Ormolu Project

I created this little project for Brendan's room.

Check out

for the simple instructions and product list!

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Flee. Fly. Flu.

This has been me for the past week and a half.
Of course, I haven't been in bed for most of those days,
but I wanted/needed to be.
In between short bouts of rest,
I closed out our PTO fundraiser,
shuttled kidlets to activities and school,
did laundry, loaded the dishwasher, packed lunches,
cooked, grocery shopped,
and went to the doctor.
He said it was viral so he couldn't give me an antibiotic,
but if I wasn't better in a few days to call him back.
Yesterday I phoned him.
I'm sure he'd missed me.
I know I thought about him all week long.
But I only called because I woke up without my voice.
We can't be having that, now can we?
Although I think Mr. C and the kidlets enjoyed the silence.
The nice doctor prescribed antibiotics for me.
And after a series of crazy mishaps and blunders
(on their side, not mine)
I finally got them late last night.
I hope they do the trick.
We have tickets to the Bronco game tomorrow
where they are celebrating Shannon Sharpe's HOF Induction.

I hope he is dressed exactly like that, too.
You're welcome.

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Life Before...And After.

I'm sure you remember where you were that day. Don't we all? I was home from work that day. A rare occasion. I worked 50 hrs./week back then. Brendan, who was not yet two years old, went to Montessori School each day. But on September 11, 2001, he was home sick so I took advantage of the opportunity to snuggle with him while we watched The Disney Channel (his favorite at the time). We were blissfully unaware of the horror that was unfolding in our country.

My brother phoned and interrupted our peaceful morning with stories of planes crashing and buildings falling...and people dying. I quickly turned the channel and sat stunned as I watched the endless replaying of the footage of the World Trade Center crumbling to the ground. Then I called Mr. C at the office. I needed to hear his voice. He was as shocked as I had been.

All day long I sat, immovable, in front of the TV praying that everyone would come home safely. I distinctly remember one girl who was trying to find her Dad. As she looked into the camera, she said his name was David, and he wore a necklace with a letter "D" on it. She traced the D onto her chest as she described it. She was desperate to hear her father was alright. He worked for Cantor Fitzgerald. We did not yet know that almost all of the employees of that company had perished in the attack.

What I remember most about that day though, was the feeling of complete hopelessness. My world was rocked, and not in a good way. I knew life would never be the same for any of us, and I was right. But, looking back, I can honestly say that some good came out of the tragedy. Do you know that the crime rate in NYC dropped significantly in the years following 9/11? People changed. Our attitudes changed. But, most of all, our values changed.

Up until that day, I had convinced myself that I was happy leaving my toddler for 50 hours each week while I worked in an office. I had convinced myself that my job was important, and that it was better for Brendan to spend his days at Montessori with other children than to be at home with no socialization. Even though he hated it.

Within six months of that fateful day, I had cut my hours to half-time, and pulled Brendan out of daycare completely. We began trying to have another baby. We began faithfully attending church as a family again. And we truly re-focused our energy back onto our family.

I still think of that young girl who was looking for her Dad, and I wonder where she is now. What has she become in the last ten years? I wonder if her heart has healed at all. I've prayed for her many, many times, as I have for everyone who lost someone that day.

That day changed everything for all of us. Fortunately, most of us have taken the opportunity to create something good from all of the bad, which means that terror didn't win...

love did.

Friday, September 09, 2011

One Call Away by Brenda Warner

Book Description
Brenda’s life has taken twists and turns that are stranger than fiction. It always seemed as if she was just one phone call away from the next explosive change. Each time her plans fell apart, she had a choice: would she give up, or would she press forward and learn from the unexpected? One Call Away is the inspiring story of a woman who has prevailed through many of the circumstances that discourage women: tragedy, poverty, betrayal, and humiliation. But unlike most women, her life has been on display in the media.
Brenda’s faith and God’s strength enable her to face challenge after challenge: an accident that leaves her son blind and brain damaged, a crumbling marriage, a tornado that kills her parents, a new relationship with promising football player Kurt Warner, and the pressures his sudden success brings to their growing family.
Through food stamps and funerals, Super Bowls and serving others, Brenda’s strength is unwavering. Her determination to dream new dreams, willingness to learn from her mistakes, and commitment to giving back to her community make her a role model for women of all backgrounds.
Her dreams haven’t materialized as she had imagined, but Brenda has found that God has a much bigger plan for her. Conversational and candid, One Call Away invites readers facing their own difficulties to trust God and discover hope in the future.

I ordered this book with some hesitation. I love football, and was aware of the story of Kurt Warner, as well as his wife, Brenda. I had heard the negative press Brenda has received through the years, so I was unsure if I would even enjoy reading a book written by her. However, I was wrong. This book was really good. At times it was difficult to follow, but overall it was a wonderful story of overcoming difficulties, the power of faith, and perseverence. Reading her story of her time in the Marines, then dealing with her baby's injury, was just incredible. She is one tough cookie, yet I could also feel the tenderness as she wrote of the love she has for her children. Being a football fan, I found her "behind the scenes" perspective of the NFL quite interesting. I have always had a great deal of respect for Kurt Warner, but now I can honestly say I think his wife is just as (if not MORE) inspiring as he is.

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Friday, September 02, 2011

Week In The Life

My Week In The Life Album is up today at

Go check it out. :)