Fall Back...

It's so interesting that we take our clocks back an hour every fall.  Suddenly, the days shrinks considerably.  It's dark when you're eating dinner, and don't even try to do yardwork after you get home from work, because it is useless.

It reminds me of the fact that we also "fall back" psychologically at this time of the year.  We begin to "roll up the sidewalk" so to speak.  We spend cozier times instead, eating warmer, comfort foods, and suddenly the furry slippers that were not seen for several months are a daily essential.

I am not amazed of seasons and the purpose of them.  God said in Ecclesiates 3: these words~

"To everything there is a season,

a time for every purpose under heaven." 

 

How true this is.   So here's to slowing down a bit, taking stock of another year, and making the most of the beautiful season and holidays, Thanksgiving and Christmas with my family and friends.  God had the right idea when he changed the seasons of the year.  However, I don't think man was very smart at turning back the clock.  This one was one that could have been left alone so we could enjoy the fall season naturally.







Four More Years

The votes are in and we will continue to have four more years of President Obama.  I hear that the election process cost billions of dollars.  This was a very expensive pause in the course that was sure to continue.  I wonder how much better the money could have been spent if we simply reverted to having an eight year presidential term with no re-election.  It's not only the money, but all the time and energy spent on campaigning that our president could have used to do his job.  I know that I'm only one person, and not a formidable advocate on a large scale.  My voice may not be heard on the national news, nor in the halls of Washington, D.C.  But, I am sure there are thousands upon thousands of those who agree with me that our nation needs to have more common sense.  It bends to the voice of the expedient, not weighing the wisdom of consideration.  I love what the bible states about conducting ourselves in such a manner that would yield long and lasting results, not only for ourselves, but for future generations~"Happy is the man who finds wisdom, and the man who gains understanding; for her proceeds are better than the profits of silver, and her gain than fine gold."

Wisdom is a rare commodity.  Yet, it is available to those who seek God and follow Him.

Our New Little Grandson...

My husband asked me why I hadn't blogged about our new little grandson, Carter born on October 25, 2012.  I simply answered, "Oh, because I didn't have a picture of him to add."  But, later I thought about this and marveled.  It's not like me not to write about something just because I don't have it all together with all the components I need.  I am a 'piece work' type of an individual.  The real reason I hadn't written about Carter is because I was still in quiet fascination of the miracle of birth, and still taking it all in.

Carter weighed 8 lbs. 2 oz. and measured 21 inches long.  A big boy, considering his mom is a hair below 5 feet tall.  I saw him just hours after he was born, and of course I thought he was a beautiful and precious baby.  I immediately saw his daddy's chin and mouth.  He had a full head of dark hair and his eyes reminded me of his mom's when she was born, although not so 'Yoda', but I think they are going to be big, like hers.  He's a strong little guy.  He favors his little fists up against his cheeks, and even breaks loose from his swaddling blanket to accomplish this pose.  I think that this determination probably will serve him well when he is an athelete.  He'll see the goal, and not let anything deter him from accomplishing it.  (You notice I'm not saying what sport?  This is because I want him to have all avenues before him as his playing field.)  Carter is going to be strong in whatever he chooses in life.

As a grandmother, I cherish the privlege to pray for my grandchildren.  And, this was no different for my littlest one.  As I held him for the first time, this was my prayer for him:

"Lord,
You see this little baby that you have given to Anicia and Brian.  Bless him with your love, guidance and strength.  Give him a good character, one that would love mercy, and walk humbly with his God.  Watch over him, protect him, and guide his steps.  Help him to glorify You in all that he does in life, and how he lives his life out before others.  Always help him to go to his mom and dad when he struggles, and above all to go to You in small and big matters.  You have fashioned him from the moment he was conceived, and know his every fiber-- his weaknesses and his strengths.

More so, help me to be a grandmother to him that would support him in prayer, in words of advice, and even the occasional chastening when needed that would help him through the rough spots in his life.  Make his heart tender to always receive correction so that he would not sway from Your perfect will.  Amen.

A Beautiful Wedding Day~

The wedding is over for our daughter Trish and husband Patrick, and I have to say it was just beautiful!  The outdoor setting among orange trees and fall flowers only added to the ambiance.  The bride was beautiful in her ivory lace dress.  Charlie, who officiated the ceremony added such calmness and soft humor, that there was no doubt it put the nervous bride and groom at ease.

The reception was such fun.  Everybody danced including the little ones with their parents.  Even the end of the evening had a flair that will long be remembered... Trisha and Patrick exited the wedding in a vintage black convertible 1963 Ford Falcon.  Bright sparklers were waved at them by the guests and their last song "Don't Stop Believin" by Journey couldn't have been more appropriate as they pulled away with sounds of laughter, yelping, and cheering.  The four mile trip to the Mission Inn gave the bride and groom a few minutes to reflect, as they were further cheered on by other motorists and guests at the hotel when they arrived.

I know this memorable day was caught on still photos and video, and more importantly, it is imbedded in all our hearts as the beautiful day our youngest daughter got married.

Happy days and years to you, Pat and Trish!

Just 3 Days to the Wedding and ? Days to New Grandson

Wow, hard to believe.  It's just 3 days to our daughter's wedding.  This is why I haven't blogged as much as I usually do.  It's been a fun time, but I admit, I hit the pillow hard every night.  I never realized how many details are involved in planning a wedding.  Even though so much was done in advance, it's the little things that are now consuming my thoughts and activities.  Being the mother of the bride means that I also try to keep my daughter's emotions on an even keel.  I don't burden her with too much, because I'm sure just being the bride has enough emotions to fill a wine vat.

I'm excited for the day.  Mostly, I look forward to seeing friends and family all in one place.  What fun to be able to visit and catch up.  Many of my friends saw our daughter as an infant and toddler.  It's amazing how fast time travels and now she is a woman beginning her own life.

As for the other great event in our lives, we're on "Baby Watch", as older daughter Anicia is in the last stage of her pregnancy.  The due date is October 24.  Who knows though, when little Carter will make his grand entrance.  Anicia is either going to be still expecting at the wedding, or tending a new little one.  Hopefully, it won't make her miss her sister's wedding.  But these things happen.  Fortunately, we all are understanding of the nature of this type of event.  We are just so blessed that God is expanding our family this month by two more~  a new son-in-law and new grandson.  This brings our grand total of family to 13!

Octoberisms

        Bride and Groom-to-be come Oct. 20, 2012

Oh, October!  Occiliating, occupying, occasional, occurrence, oceanic, ocular, octagonal, o'clock...

It's the tenth month of the year, yet, I've never figured out why it's root word means eight.  It's the beginning of fall, and yesterday, the anniversary of Occupy Wall Street, (remember that?). 

Birthdays in October-- my daughter Trisha; sisters Mary and Ceci; my dad; future son-in-law Patrick; and of course the arrival of our newest little grandson Carter ETA October 24!

On another note, we have a big occasion to look forward to this month- our daughter's wedding on October 20.  What could be more fun than enjoying an autumn evening with family and friends in the surroundings of a barn and orange groves!

So, here's to October, a great 10th month of the year and the final turn to end another year.  The following poem is written by Pearl L. Sorrels who also felt the magical feeling of this month:


It Must Be October

The harvest moon hangs round and high
It dodges clouds high in the sky
The stars wink down their love and mirth
The Autumn seasons is giving birth
Oh it must be October
The leaves of red bright gold and brown
To Mother earth come tumbling down
The breezy nights the ghostly sights
The eerie spooky far off sounds
Are signs that its October
The pumpkin yellow big and round
Are carried by costumed clumsy clowns
Its Halloween lets celebrate
Come one come all and don't be late
We know now its October
We'll roast and toast some luscious food
For apples we'll be bobbin
While tales are told around the fire
Of timely ghosts and goblins
Oh how we love October
The moon has grown pale
The stars have grown dim
Our Halloween party is over
With a hi-de-ho homeward we'll go
What a delightful month October      

90 Days Until Christmas

It’s 90 days until Christmas!  Wow… I’m just getting used to the beginning of fall, but as history serves me well, it’s really home stretch to the most encompassing, time-consuming, costly part of the year!  It is at this time that I find myself juggling household and family obligations in a mad rush to finish the perfect gift, decorations and party gathering activities.

I’m older now, and hopefully wiser.  My days are gone of having to hide gifts so my children wouldn’t find them.  Sometimes, I miss those days.  Those little ones certainly make for a fun time at Christmas.

But, in all honesty, those days were very stressful.  Especially when my children asked for things that my pocketbook could not afford.  It wasn’t as though I raised my children to be so materialistic, but let’s face it—they saw what other children received at Christmas, and it made me feel sad when they were disappointed that they could not get the same.  It was at this time that I grew to cringe at even the thought of Christmas coming. 

Now, as a grandma, I am still very sensitive about the deficiency that parents feel at this time of the year.  I have grandchildren now, and my husband and I try to be as generous with them as we possibly can be.  But, I also know that we cannot give them everything.  This is a part of the reality of life!  However, I also know that which I just referred to is of an earthly nature.  For we have all riches that are without measure that are available to us.  These are the most important in the big picture of things.  So this Christmas, I am going to be very generous.  My pocketbook may have limits, but not my spirit.  It is in this realm that I must first though fill up with God’s resources.  Galatians 5:22 speaks of gifts.  I must possess these ‘gifts’ before I can give them to others.

“But the fruit of the spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control, …”

What this says to me is that these are the gifts I need to possess as I am scurrying about the Christmas season.  It’s what I carry in my spiritual ‘pocketbook’, so to speak.  These gifts will guide me through the times I am tired and just can’t take waiting one more minute in a long line at the store.  It is what will keep me in check when my budget needs to be obeyed and not the temptation to buy a more expensive item even though it’s hard to resist.  Finally, it will give me the joy to be able to reach out to others who are in desperate need of kindness.  This is because above all these ‘gifts’ is One who is the mantra – Jesus Christ.  It was His birth and death that allows me to receive eternal life.  This puts the Christmas season in perspective.  The day after the holiday when the season’s merchandise is slashed by 50% and the store aisles look as though a tornado went through, God’s eternal gift remains untarnished and precious. 

So, 90 days it is.  Will I fear or stress?  Oh yes, I will have my moments—after all, I am simply a flimsy mortal.  Why else would I need a Savior?  But, having God in my life does make a difference.  If I had to have a goal for this Christmas season, which I do; it is this~  This Christmas season, I want to make it count.  Not in how many earthly, temporary gifts I can give, or how splendid my house decorating turns out… But, my measure is by how much I can give out to others that would translate into the reflection they would see of the One who’s birthday it really is after all- Jesus Christ.

Years ago, when our children were little, we always made sure that they knew who’s birthday it really was at Christmas.  I even would have a birthday cake where my kids were able to sing “Happy Birthday Jesus”.  I confess though, that I very often forget this unchanging truth, and focus on the attributes of the season that actually remove Jesus from the holiday.  So, in writing this, I renew my commitment to keep Jesus first in the holiday, others in extending love and kindness, and taking time for myself to really see the beauty of Christmas.

In essence, this is what Christmas is really about:

Jesus

Others

Yourself

 

So, “Joy to the world, the Lord has come!”

Septemberisms

What is a septemberism?  I don't know, but it sounded good, so I looked it up in the dictionary; and this is what I found.... (actually flipping pages of my Webster's right now)..... drum roll~

...The word septemberism doesn't exist in itself, I learned.  The closest I came was "septennial".  So, I looked up the suffix 'ism' and of course, this means - action, practice, quality, characteristic, state, condition, illustration, doctrine, or instant.  It made me feel a lot better about using this word.

September is a starting line for me as my birthday is on the 11th day.  I usually like to take stock of my life-- have so for years.  I make my own 'new year resolutions'.  I laugh at the ones I've made over the years... way too numerous and unrealistic.  But, I admit, I still do set goals-- I like to see progression in my life, but I have learned to simplify and be more content with not-so-lofty targets.

Another definition of September in my life is that it's the beginning of fall and the last  full season of the year.  With that comes Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year's Eve.  It's a time of days getting shorter, leaves abandoning their home, and cozying up with a cup of coffee under a blanket to watch a football game. 

September brings lots of birthdays besides my own that I like to remember... son, Tim; nieces and nephews Christie, Terri, Aubrey, Maddy, and Albert; other family member Gretchen; and friends Susie and Tena. 

Finally, September is a nice pause in the year.  Kids return to school in new clothes and backpacks, and the stores begin their advertising for the Christmas season.  In the words of Earth, Wind and Fire's song "September"-- I too remember...  Two other songwriters Anderson and Maxwell penned their words to a September song that I also related to~

 

"Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December.

But the days grow short when you reach September.

When the autumn weather turn leaves to flame,

one hasn't got time for the waiting game. 

Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few...

September, September , I'll spend with you."







Today is Tim's Birthday

As today is my youngest son Tim's birthday, I felt it only appropriate to post one of his pictures I just viewed today from his blog. Seems like yesterday he was born. I know, it sounds like a cliche, but I was only 28 years old when 'Timmy' came into the world, and interestingly, this is his age today. As a mom, I think I will always keep in my heart my kids as little ones, even though they are now mature adults~ that's how it rolls in the minds of moms... it's a 'mom thing' I suppose. Even as I write this blog, Tim is in Colorado on business and is spending his birthday away from his family, friends and girlfriend Tiffany. But, one thing that I have learned about Tim, is that he values spending times with those he loves; and this is no different. He plans on hanging out with his long-time friend Adam in Boulder this evening. I'm always glad for others in Tim's life. It's reflected in his relationships the great person he is. So, Tim, have a great birthday! As I have told you before, "You're Still a Young Man"! I love you much...

Lucy and Ethel

We still love Lucy (and Ethel)...

 

What is it about Lucy and Ethel's friendship that I find so endearing?  I think it's the openness and the quick forgiveness that makes it so attractive to me.  Lately, I have been gathering all things 50s for a bridal shower for my daughter.  It began with some red dish towels with cherries on them that I saw she had registered for.  It was easy after that.  I printed up some recipe cards with cherries and distributed them with the invitation (which had a picture of Lucy and Ethel with captions).

Along with Lucy and Ethel's complete confidence in one another, I love the simplicity of the everyday normalcy of the 50s.  Things were pretty much black and white then (including the t.v. screen).  Even though it made for good entertainment, there were lessons to be learned in watching two zany women finagle everything from competing for the same dress to perform a song in, to out- doing their husbands in not caving into modern conveniences.  There was a camaraderie that I love.  Lucy was herself, and didn't put on any airs.  Ethel was patient, but when she had enough, she made it plain; and Lucy, as strong willed as she was, was able to bend for her dear friend.

It makes me think of my friends and sisters.  I am grateful for having those who put up with my zany ways.  We laugh a lot at life.  I guess this is what you do when you realize that sometimes, you can't change circumstances, but you have the blessing of having those around you who hang in there with you.

And the Heat Goes On...

Whoa... We're two thirds into this month and the heat goes on.... To the tune of the Sonny and Bono song, "The Beat Goes On",  we keep going forward, maybe at a slower, withered state...

We've been experiencing over 100 degree temperatures for the last two weeks.  I wrote the following email to several friends and family members recently about my observation of others (including myself) during this heat wave and am recounting it below....

So, what do people do when the mercury reaches over three-digits?

----SNIP...People cut corners. They jaywalk to not have to walk more steps to the crosswalk. They snip their hair-- just notice how many people are at Super Cuts getting a impromptu cut to get their hair off their necks. Even clothing takes a "snip" of a sort-- lots of rolling up of sleeves and pants or shirts untucked and tied at the waist or left hanging loose in order to get more air in the waistline

----SNAP...Unfortunately, this is part of the swealtering heat. People get mad for the smallest things. I've seen this in the post office (too long of a line), the intersection (people's car conditioner may not be working and they're fuming that the pedestrian walking across the street is taking too long), and at the Dairy Queen where the single attendant can't get the ice cream cones made fast enough for the crowd standing in the heat.

----FAN...It has been quite amusing to me how inventive people become when they need a fan to bring down the temperature. I've seen fans made of the following~ their hand, bank statement, keys (this didn't work so good), magazine from the newstand, brochures, and receipts. Additionally, people even try to make a fan out of the items they're about to purchase. This includes, (but isn't limited to) the following~ merchandise boxes, packages of underware, and school supplies (spiral notebooks are popular as this is an essential Back to School item).

----SIGH... I've heard so many. They range from soft, loud, mean, defeated, repeated, and obnoxious.

----SWEAT.. Oh, yeah. Yuk... it's hard to be around this. Even the coolest building now is experiencing the sweat of its patrons. Usually it's the men that sweat the most, but I've seen lots of ladies too. Usually though, it's only the men who are brave enough to wipe it away shamelessly.

----DRESS INAPPROPRIATELY...Either too much or too little. (Need I say more?)

----ROLL THEIR EYES..Brings back memories of my kids growing up... (You moms know what I mean.)

----BARE... I've seen too much. I don't want to see anymore. (Bellies, tattoos in strange places, lines, wrinkles, and bulges.)

 

Hope this makes you smile, and maybe even chuckle. Remember that good humor keeps you cool and relaxed. As for me, I think I'm going to go and pour myself another cold glass of water.

All About August or AAA

August has always been for me an uneventful, hot month.  I've written about it in the past, but am re-visiting it once again.  However, I learned this week that August has been slated as the month that 'National Neighborhood Day' is held.  Our neighborhood plans on recognizing this day on August 7 with a barbecue/potluck and featured guest speakers from the police department and other city resources.  I think I'll go check it out.  I learn quite a bit from talking to our neighbors.  For example, a couple of days ago, one neighbor told me about a garage fire that ocurred down the street. Our local newspaper made no mention of it.  So, it caused me to re-think whether I should continue my subscription with the Press Enterprise.
So, this hot August month, my goal is to enjoy the nothingness of it:
-Adjust to the heat and humidity
-Attack the weeds in my backyard
-Allow myself to relax with nothing but hot summer days to bask in...

How's that for all about August?

St. George Pizza

 We had a fun dining experience over the weekend.  St. George Pizza in Huntington Beach is awesome!  Joining our son Tim and girlfriend Tiffany, we were right at home with the family atmosphere the restaurant provided.
     I've had lots of pizza in my lifetime, but I have to say that this pizza was a "cut above" (sorry, no pun intended).  We ordered the 'New Yorker' which was generously covered with sauteed mushrooms.  The crust was to die for-- crispy, yet with some bite into it.
     Definitely a must-try for anyone who loves a good pizza.  The best part of good food is the friendly service and attentiveness we received by owners George and Christine.  My only regret is that I live 60 miles away, otherwise, I would hit this restaurant every week for my pizza fix.
     If you have a chance, check it out... it's in Huntington Beach on Edinger at Newland.  You'll be glad you did....ENJOY!

Ady the Artist

Ady is my 7 year old granddaughter who has a flair for art.  Recently, she spent some days at our house, and did the posted water color of our house.  Her rendition is precious as I see that she is very detailed oriented and took the time to draw the panes of the front door window.
I am excited to see her develop her artistic talent.  She follows close behind her dad and brother, whose works I always enjoy.  Abel (Ady's dad) recently gave me an oil painting of a red '57 Chevy he did in high school.  It's going to be part of the 'Grandkids Red, White and Blue Room'.

Carter James' Cool Rugged Style

This is the look that I imagine Carter James, our newest little grandson due to be born in October to daughter Anicia and husband Brian will sport.  ( I copied the picture from a children's clothing ad.)  Just from what I see in his daddy and mommy, Little Carter is going to be spending time in the great outdoors.  Both parents are avid hikers and campers, and little Carter is going to benefit from their fun excursions that he will be a part of.

Can't wait to meet my new little grandson.  Boy, does he have an exciting life waiting for him!

Love,

Grandma

It's A Trip

With the upcoming events of the marriage of my youngest daughter Trish, and the birth of our newest little grandson to daughter Anicia, it's no wonder I'm pondering life's happenings, and reminiscing about my own journey.  I started writing a manuscript and here's an excerpt....


"…Marriage is part of my journey on earth.  It began with wedding plans -  a map of sorts;  necessary to-do lists, lots of paperwork (marriage license, name changes, social security number obtaining process, etc.); and many preparations that were necessary.  But, that was only the beginning!  So much more was to come—children, career changes, challenges, and age.


   But, there’s nothing more wonderful about being married.  If it were not so, would God have established this covenant?  Truly, His plan for marriage doesn’t fall in the category of what we see around us today—broken ones, sad ones, violent ones, distant ones…. This just isn't  what a marriage was designed to be."

David and me on a recent trip...

This November, I will be celebrating 37 years of marriage.  They have gone by surprisingly fast.  I am thankful that God allowed me to live this long to be able to see my own children getting married and having children of their own.  Recently, I was tickled when I see the delight in my granddaughters' eyes as they looked at my wedding dress I dragged out of a box.  My 7-year-old Ady even asked if she could wear it.  When I put it on her and had gathered several tucks with safety pins so that it would fit her snugly, she pranced around our backyard, complete with sister Camryn holding the train of the dress.  I just smiled (and yes, I secretly fought back tears).  This is because I know that it won't be too long from now when I will see my granddaughters in a real wedding gown, providing that God graces me with the years to see them.

Happy events lead to happy memories re-visited.  I pray for a happy marriage, and safe baby delivery for my girls this upcoming October-- (the 20th and 24th respectively).

Remembering Lydia

A few blogs back, I mentioned visiting Aunt Lydia on our vacation.  It's been a few weeks and life has given us a sad turn.  Lydia passed away a few days ago of pancreatic cancer.
I was shocked when I heard the sad news of her prognosis in late June, yet not surprised when I was told that Lydia had accepted her condition with grace and dignity.  These attributes are what defined her.  I prayed that she would not suffer, and prayed for those who loved her-- her husband, her son, and all of her siblings and extended family members.  I began to mourn myself.  You see, although this lady was the aunt of my husband, she was my aunt and friend, as well.
I met Lydia when I married my husband.  She struck me as a pretty and smart lady.  She smiled easily, and was friendly.  I learned that she was an accomplished seamstress, which fascinated me since I have had an interest in sewing since I was in junior high school.  She and her husband owned a car body shop, and once, I was able to see her sporting around in a classic 1958 blue and white Ford Galaxy.  I remember seeing her drive away on a bright Sunday afternoon from the place where we were visiting and thinking, 'Now there's a cool pair.'  ( Lydia reminded me of an Audrey Hepburn type complete with sunglasses and scarf.)
Later in life, Lydia would become an accomplished writer.  The way she told me, her father had asked his children to please write the history of their family.  Lydia responded to the request with her book, Azares del Destino (meaning Hazards of Destiny) which detailed her parents' struggles through the Depression, exodus to Mexico, and finally immigrating to the United States.
The last time we saw her, she was excitedly sharing her novel she was writing.  I read through her first two chapters and candidly told her that it was very good.  Lydia had a talent for writing without a lot of fluff; capturing the reader's attention immediately, and keeping the attention as her story continued to unfold.  This is a rare talent; yet Lydia, like everything else she did, managed to master it.
I will miss Lydia.  There's nobody else in my life whom I can compare her with.  She was one who I felt freedom to share my writings with.  I enjoyed getting her feedback, which I'm touched to say came as recently as two weeks before her death.  I had sent her a copy of my blog regarding my dad.  This is what she wrote back to me~

"Dear Gracie,                6/27/12
I really enjoyed your Dad's story.
Sounds like he was a great man and loved his kids a lot.
What a coincidence!  In my home we all called my father 'Apa'-- everyone of us kids.
Thank you.
I'm sending you 'Cindy's Dress' story I promised you when we were at your house.  Hope you enjoy it.
Love,
Lydia

(I really did enjoy her writing piece, and wrote her back to tell her.  I hope that she was able to read my brief letter, as I know that she was very weak when she received it.)

Enjoying Tim's Talents

My youngest son Tim has many talents.  He's good around people, a writer, surfer, artist, and photographer/film artist.  I'm sure there are many more things I am not mentioning, but you get the picture. He's also a terrific son.  He laughs at my corny jokes, listens without judging my words, and I can always count on him to brighten up my day when I call him or visit with him.

Today, I am showcasing his talent of filming and editing.  Tim has had a passion for the still and video cameras since he was in high school.  He took classes at the local community college while still in high school, and one of his pictures-- one of my dad hangs in our study, with many who see it admiring it, and surprised that it was shot by a then high school student.

I am enjoying watching Tim's latest posting of videos he's compiled.  I love to see the world through his eyes.  His videos move me to tears at times, and make me laugh as well.  I invite you to view them as well.  Just click on this link- Timmendez and enjoy.  HAPPY FRIDAY AND A GREAT WEEKEND TO YOU!

Red White and Blue Gone and Sunshine Remains...

                                                    ~ Night time picture taken by our son Tim
                                                              (reminds me of fireworks...) 

Our town just got through celebrating 4th of July.  It was a blast (literally), as our local celebration featured fireworks off Mount Rubidoux.  In addition, our street held a block party.  It was fun to congregate on our front lawn listening to patriotic music and smelling the scent of barbecue hot dogs.  Even my cat got into the festivities.  She's such a people cat... but I confess she didn't like the red, white and blue collar she had to sport.  It only made her mad; and what do cats do when they get mad?  Well, my cat scowls, and makes a speedy exit to who knows where.  But she resurfaced after the fireworks were done.... The loud booms are hard on the ears of our pets.

Surprisingly, our holiday was a pleasant 81 degrees.  Not so today.... we've been told by the news media that we should expect temperatures into the 100s by July 10.  That's okay by me.  It just means chilling in the afternoon with a tall glass of iced tea.  Living in my town for as long as I have has made me accustomed to high temperatures.  My only hope is that we don't have a power outage like we did in 2007 when on that July day, the temperature was 112 degrees.  We were without electricity ( including air conditioning and refrigeration) for over 24 hours.  Now, that was something I don't wish on anybody.

Happy summer days ahead....

Just 6 Months 'Til Christmas...

Yesterday, during a training session for Vacation Bible School I was attending, the facilitator remarked-- "Only six months 'til Christmas!", to which there was a collected gasp from the group listening.  I just smiled.  There was a time that I too would have gasped, but no longer.  You see, I really look forward to the holidays.  This is because for me, the meaning of Christmas has a vast difference than what the world would like us to envision.  Commercialism tells us we need to spend, spend, spend in order to be happy.  Yet, my most cherished Christmas memories are of those times when times were the leanest and gifts were either simple or non-existant.  The reason is because in truth, I have had the most richest of times being with family and friends.

In my extended family (the Lopez klan) we have a Christmas journal that each one of our family members take turns keeping for a year.  In that year, they record family happenings, maybe throw in current world events, and record their thoughts and feelings.  Each Christmas Eve, we come together, and after good food-- (oh, those delicious tamales,), lots of laughter, and reminiscing, the journal is pulled out and the family member who had it for the year reads their entry.  We laugh, and sometimes cry, as we hear what was written.  Afterwards, it is handed off to another family member who will take it home to keep it going for the next year.

So, yes, it's six months 'til Christmas.... I am looking forward to it, and for my sister Josie to have lots of good things to share from her turn with the journal.

All About My Dad

The man who was the most influential in my life was my dad, Francisco Lopez.  A Mexican immigrant, 'Apa' didn't have much education, but he was astute and resourceful, having more wisdom than so many people I've met who have extended degrees in education.  Apa was an intelligent man who wasn't timid around others.  And, even though he might not have had the English language acquisition he would have loved to have had, it never stopped him from making friends with English speaking persons.  You see, hearts have no barriers of culture or language, and Apa knew this, and made the most of it.
As a dad, Apa was such a tender man.  He loved each one of his eight children in a unique way, being well acquainted with each of his children's individuality.  I was the 6th of his eight kids.  He lovingly called me his "India"-- which in Spanish means Indian.  This is because I was the one with the dark straight hair, high cheek bones, and a sharp nose.  I was also the verbal one-- argumentative since a young age.  Apa often told me that I was going to grow up to be an attorney.  Yet, I think that he secretly loved my insistence and questioning manner-- knowing that my strong will, channeled correctly would make me a capable adult.
My dad's love, wit, and ever present attention to me and my siblings shaped my own parenting aspirations in my life.  My dad left this world on August 16, 2006 at the age of 82.  I miss him everyday, and smile and laugh when I remember his jokes, observations, and witty sayings.

Me and Apa  (c) 2002

Apa and family (minus picture taker- big brother Auggie) (c) 1963... I'm the one with the braids

My deepest consolation is that my father loved the Lord and served God with all his heart, soul, body and mind from the time he accepted Jesus as Lord and Savior in 1978.  He's no longer bound by a wheelchair and can  run and dance in heaven.  I know that I will see him again, and look forward to see his smile, and look into his kind eyes. While this may be the time to remember fathers with Father's Day, I remember my dad, 'Apa' everyday of the year.

Back Home and Back in the Local Swing

It was great getting away for 10 days, and getting back home.  Today is a exactly a week since we returned from our California Adventure Vacation; which actually took us into Oregon and Nevada.  This week, I've gotten back into my routine-- catching up with family, friends and neighbors.  We got sad news that a family friend G.G. passed away at the age of 99.  We went to her services today, and Abel, our son officiated.  What a wonderful tribute was given to G.G., both by Abel and her family.  I think that a life that is well spent is one in which a person yields to become a channel of God's love.  This is what G.G. portrayed in her life.  She simply reflected Jesus in all that she did, in how she responded to others, and in using her gifts that glorified God.  May God bless and comfort her family.

Summer is in full swing with graduations ending the school year.  I was able to attend one of our local high school graduations this week.  It reminded me of my own kids' graduations, of which the last one was 10 years ago when our youngest son graduated.  It was fun to see my nephew and his family beam with excitement to see their first child graduate.  Good luck in your future endeavors, Priscilla!

Days 8 & 9: California Adventure Vacation~ Reno, Lake Tahoe & Carson City, Nevada

Driving east across Oregon, we saw beautiful countryside.  Mountains topped with snow, rivers flowing with deer drinking from its water, and farmlands with quaint houses and old barns.  We made a quick stop finding a great quilt shop for Gracie, and a car shop Ruben and David enjoyed speaking to the owner about… what else, but vintage cars?

We reached Reno, Nevada and got ready for the next day where we would hike Lake Tahoe and visit Carson City.  We were not disappointed by our 4 mile hike to the scenic lake that laid 700 feet below the road where the trail began.  The water that contained small Kokanee fish was so clear, that it was hard to believe it was 4 feet deep.

We went on to visit Carson City, home of the state capitol.  The historic building was built of sandstone and doubled as a museum open to the public.  We learned much about the history of the state of Nevada while visiting there.

We enjoyed the sights of Reno, and the historic downtown area.

Tomorrow, we’re heading back home.  We have enjoyed our California Adventure Vacation.  We saw so many sights that ranged from ocean, redwoods, rivers and lakes (oh my!)  J

Ruben & Cindy at Skunk Harbor, Lake Tahoe

Ruben & David observing fish in Lake Tahoe

Days 5 & 6: California Adventure Vacation ~ Trees of Mystery & Grants Pass, Oregon

Wow, what a couple of days we had!  Yesterday, we drove up along the California coast, through Humboldt County and Eureka,  and reached ‘Trees of Mystery’.  We had seen this once on TV show ‘California Gold’  hosted by Hugh Houser.  But to actually walk through these incredible  trees was a story of its own.  We saw trees growing horizontally and upside down.  Trees clustered in a group of three, towering up for hundreds of feet, and forming a half circle—created a type of ‘cathedral.’ This tree formation serves as a place of inspiration where Easter sunrise services and weddings are performed.  Much of this natural attraction is based on legendary Paul Bunyan- the woodsman of lore, and a huge statute of Paul and his cow Babe are situated in the entrance to the park.  The highlight of our excursion was traveling to the tippy top of the mountain range in a sky gondola.  Definitely a must-see for anyone venturing this way.

Today, we took in the sights of Grants Pass, Oregon.  We’re lodging next to the Rouge River.  The small town of 38,000 population has many antique and craft shops.  We went on a four-hour boat excursion down the Rouge River where we spotted many types of wildlife, including two American bald eagles.  Dinner at the lodge was delicious, and the ‘spins’ on the boat were fun and refreshing- especially because the air temperature was 89 degrees.  Tomorrow, on towards ----- well, actually, we’re not quite sure yet; but I’ll blog as soon as we reach our next destination.  

Day 5: California Adventure Vacation ~ Monday, May 28, 2012

After a good night’s rest in our wooded cabin – we enjoyed breakfast with our lovely host.  She told us the story of Miranda Garden.  It turns out it was a 1920’s built (not 1930’s) motor lodge along the widely traveled route, Avenue of the Giants.   A man purchased the lodge 35 years ago and completely restored each cabin, down to the original redwood trim frames of windows and doors.  He also planted gardens of rhododendrons and fern that surrounded the century old redwood trees throughout the property.  She also told us about the year the high winds caused one of the huge redwood trees to topple onto the lodge office.  It has been rebuilt, in excellent accordance with the remainder of the structures. 

We ventured to the visitors’ center and Ruben and David were fascinated with the 1917 log camper on a Nash Quad 1913 chassis.  This first prototype of a RV was designed and built by naturalist, Mr. Kellogg.  We hiked Albee Creek and Bullcreek Trail, South.  During our hikes, we saw towering redwood trees, including the tallest which boasted a whopping 375 feet tall.  Picture lying flat on a football field and looking towards the field goal from one end to another—this is the distance the tree spanned from ground to top branch!  So awe-some.  At one point, I counted the rings of a fallen tree and calculated that it was 412 years old—or sprouted around 1612- before the Revolutionary War, and around the time the Pilgrims landed on the east shore of our nation.

Tomorrow, we head out to Grants Pass, Oregon, and look forward to lots more to see.

HAPPY MEMORIAL DAY!

Day 4 – California Adventure Vacation: Miranda Grove

We arrived to Miranda, CA- a small sleepy town surrounded by tall redwood trees, and full of charm. We’re lodging in a wood paneled cabin built in the late 1930’s. Its architecture is very similar to the house my brother Ruben and I grew up in~ single paneled doors, low ceilings, and cute windows that drape inward when opened. We ventured into the small city nearby, where their shops and restaurants were mostly closed because today is Sunday. Tomorrow, we plan on finding some picturesque trails to see the wonder of the trees. Not too far from us are some of the largest redwood trees in the North American continent. Now, that’s something to behold!

Day 3: California Adventure Vacation~ San Jose & San Francisco

We left Big Sur this morning and drove to San Jose to visit with David's Aunt Lydia. She treated us to a delicious lunch, and we enjoyed her delightful conversation, reminiscing about the old days. She is a prolific writer, and is currently working on a novel based on her childhood. Cindy almost finished reading her last book, which detailed her life in Mexico in the 30's and 40's. We drove on to San Francisco, and had dinner at Fisherman's Wharf. Tomorrow, we'll take in the sights~ including the Golden Gate Bridge.

Day 2: California Adventure Vacation

Here we are in Big Sur, California!  Yesterday, we drove 7 hours-- stopping in Solvang for a quick danish, and shopping trip, and ultimately arriving at the Big Sur Lodge located in the Big Sur State Park.  We immediately walked down to the purple sand beach which boasted large boulders with splashing water streaming  through it's weathered openings.  It was amazing that there were strong gusts of wind, which certainly were responsible for forming the jagged rocks that rose from the ocean floor, that exfolliated the flesh of our faces.  We had a relaxing dinner at the lodge, and after a restful night, did some hiking today.

We began a 5-mile hike towards Buzzard Roost trail that offered terrific sights of redwoods, a cackling water stream, and two adorable bluejays that we fed, and observed their intelligent behavior; as they ate, saved food (by burying it in the ground), and took other bits of the nuts and berries to their little ones a short distance away.
After two more hikes- one up the Pfeiffer Falls and Valley View, we came back to our room to rest and rejuvenate.  Tomorrow, we're headed for San Francisco, after making a stop in San Jose where we will visit with David's Aunt Lydia.

We're Off...

Yay..
We're launching off on our "California Adventure" vacation with brother Ruben and sister-in-law Cindy.  We're expecting to have lots of adventures that will range from the beautiful Pacific coast, the historical and colorful sights of San Francisco (the Golden Gate Bridge turns 75 years old this year); and venture into Oregon where we'll sail along the Rouge River for a dinner tour.  The way back also promises spectacular sights: Mt. Shasta, Lake Tahoe, and we'll have a look back to the wild west in visiting Carson City, Nevada.  Keep watching this blog in the next few days.  I'll do my best to keep it updated.  I'll even add pictures!
Take care kids~ We love you!

A-h-h-h Summer...

There's no mistaking that summer is on the horizon.  No sweaters are necessary past 8:00 a.m. here in our Southern California city.  I'm personally sitting here dressed in shorts and tank top, just waiting for a decent hour to start the lawn mower as to not bother our neighbors:)
A few years ago, I had a work get-together at our house and it was themed "Summertime, and the Livin' is Easy".  My co-workers/friends appreciated the casual backyard setting and barbecue style dinner.  It made me realize that seasons are meant to be shared with others.  No doubt that the following Monday morning, everyone at my worksite had a smile on their face and a pleasant countenance.  It's important to share hospitality with those you spend work time with 40 hours a week.
Also, a few years ago, my neighborhood would hold a block party in the summer months every year.  I still smile when I view pictures that show neighbors who moved, or passed away.  There's just something about spending time outdoors; smelling the aroma of barbecue ribs and burgers.  The giggles and squealing of kids playing, accompanied with the conversation and laughter of the adults gathered together is something sure to be remembered ~ long after the last summer sun sets.

Here's to Summer!

All About Mothers

Mothers' Day is around the corner, and I can't help but get caught up in the emotion of it all.  More so this year because our daughter is having her first child.  It takes on a new meaning to see motherhood hitting the one you held in your arms what seems like yesterday.  Anicia will be a great mom and it will be fun to have a new infant in the family this fall.
On the other side of the spectrum, I remember my own mom this week, as I do every year, not to mention on a daily basis.  'Ama' as I called her was a fantastic mother.  She gave to her kids before giving to herself, and spent many a night waiting up for us, caring for us when we were ailing, and always made sure our home was a safe haven.  I still miss her-- it's been 13 years since she went home to be with the Lord.  But she lives on in her children and grandchildren.  Even my husband quotes her often, stating, "A wise woman once said..."
Happy Mother's Day to all moms who love their children, work unceasingly for them, and continue to have faith in them, even when they don't have faith in themselves.

More on my Quilt Guild's Riverside Block of the Month

I went back to my quilters' guild and was excited that this year, the guild decided that for the Block of the Month, there would be a featured landmark from our city.  January was the the navel orange- symbol for our city since the 1880s; February was Mt. Rubidoux, complete with cross crowning the mountain; March featured the University of  California Riverside's clock tower and backdrop hillside with the letter C pointing to the campus below.  At our April meeting, I was excited to find out that the famed Mission Inn will be the block of the month. 
The intent for these blocks is that at the end of this year, we will have 12 blocks to complete a quilt commemorating Riverside, CA.  I guessed on the guild's blogspot that the Fox Theatre would be next block; then as an after thought also named the Wood Streets, which is the neighborhood I live in.  The Wood Streets are a rich part of our city, dating from the turn of the century-- homes built in the style of  architecture ranging from colonial, craftsman, and spanish mediterranean.  It will certainly be exciting to find out who guessed right at our next meeting!

The Raincross Quilt Guild: More This and That & Contest

The Raincross Quilt Guild: More This and That & Contest: Here are the Winners from Paducah, or in other words Eye Candy for you. What will Susan pick next for our Riverside BOM?  Let's have a...

My guess is the Fox Theatre.  ~ Gracie M.

Wedding in Vegas

Getting ready for my nephew Timmy's wedding this weekend in Vegas.  These milestones bring back sweet memories and laughter of days gone by.  My most vivid recollection of Timmy was spending spring and summer breaks in San Onofre on the bluff camping with our kids.  It was on one of those quarter climbs back to our campsite from the beach that Timmy discovered a snake in the path.  I remember his shriek, and alerting the rest of the kids to the unwanted critter slithering across before us-- I'm sure that the snake saw us as an unwanted presence, as well.  Seems like just yesterday, then we realize that time does continue marching on.  Congrats to Timmy and bride-to-be Michelle.  May the sun always shine upon them, and the wind be upon their back.  Cheers!

Have You Ever Wondered What Happened To...

Have you ever wondered what happened to... (you fill in the name)?  My husband and I were just having this conversation yesterday, and again commented that it would have been a terrific idea if we had kept a log with names of persons we met, including the date and a brief memo throughout our lives.  We have a local newspaper columnist that at the end of each year lists the names of all persons he mentioned in his column to thank them for writing ideas, and we thought what an excellent idea this is to remember names of people who have passed through our lives.
Well, lo and behold, a few minutes later, that very same columnist came around the corner of the mountain we were walking down, complete with his two "Please Don't Eat the Daisies" dogs (remember the 60's series?).  We quickly decided to ask him how long he had practiced this writing down of names.  Dan replied that he had gotten this idea from another newspaper writer from the San Francisco Chronicle, and he himself had been doing it since the 90's.  We told him that we wished we had kept a "people we meet" log, and he agreed that he wished he had done so too.
I think that I'm going to follow up with giving my kids and grandkids the idea too.  It would be interesting for my grandchildren, 30 years from now to remember the name of somebody that they knew from school or other activity.  Remembering people who were significant at different times in our lives lends to completing the picture of good memories, and lessons we learned in different relationships, whether close, distant, or brief.

Challenges...

I am experiencing difficulties with my blogspot.  It all started when I posted a video of my grandkids having fun in our backyard.  I don't know why I, or anybody else couldn't open it.  Now, I can't edit past blogs, which was suggested to me so I could re-edit the video, if this was what was preventing my blog from displaying correctly.  I know there's got to be a solution to this, but it's beyond me at this very moment.  Anyway, I'm going to try to post this and see what happens.  Good luck to me!

Summing up April...

Seven days left in the month of April-- Like the McDonald's jingle sings~ "I'm lovin' it!"  Here's why:
The weather has been diverse and inviting.  We've had rain, cool breezes, sneak previews of 100 degree summer days, and everything in between.  Lots of events happening this month-- ranging from a vintage car show in downtown La Verne, Easter sunrise service and family get together, a spring brunch, capturing of a long time foe-- "Tom Cat", well-spent time with out-of-state family members, and birthday celebrations for family members and friends.

Also in spring, "Spring Cleaning" mode continues.  This upcoming Saturday, we're having a yard sale.  Coincidentally, our pastor is teaching in the book of Revelation-- It's been challenging to hear exhortations alluding to our present state with the Lord.  Just like the words to the church of Ephesus, I need to ask myself, have I left my First Love~ Jesus?  And, if so, what do I need to do to get back to that place where I was excited and enthusiastic?  It's not enough to serve and obey-- but to love and enjoy God in my life.

April Showers and Cat After Math

We're still feeling the effect of the recent rains we had during the last week. It's been a bit colder, and we even received snow on the local mountains. Our city is actually an inhabited desert-- making it work to keep things green. While my city boasts of being the "City of Trees", and has been keeping it's commitment to the label by offering free trees annually, our city gets plain hot and dry as the summer months approach. So, you can imagine how refreshing it was to see the rain, and hear the majestic thunder.
On another note~ it seems now that the tomcat is gone for good, my cat, Kitty is showing her new colors. She's become more bold in her territory, and actually chased a squirrel out of our yard. I guess I didn't realize how intimidated and squelched she might have felt with the stray cat imposing himself in her yard. So fun to see the dynamics of nature!

Yay- The Cat Was Caught!

It was a victory that resembled the winning of the Super Bowl, or a NASCAR super race. There we were, the three of us high fiving one another with jubilant smiles on our faces...
I'm referring to the catching of the cat yesterday afternoon. My wonderful neighbors came over, clad in long sleeves and gloves and we entered the garage where the cat was perched on my husband's mancave refrigerator. We approached him slowly, but as soon as we were at arm's length, the cat let out a loud hiss. Dave tried to grab him gingerly, but the cat swiftly darted onto the rafters, seconds later landing on my husband's '55 Chevy restoration. So the chase began. 30 minutes later, we had the cat secured in the carrier that would be his seat to the Humane Society.
I had to take a picture of the cat. He actually looks like a sweet cat in the picture. But, looks are deceiving. This cat didn't give a second thought to attacking several cats in our neighborhood and spraying all over our plants and patio furniture; all the while smirking at us as he sashayed away.
My hats off to Dave for his bravery and Robin for all her support and helpfulness. Yay- the cat is gone!

Cat's in the Bag... But Not in The Cage

A while back, I blogged about the frustrating situation of dealing with a stray cat in our neighborhood. Finally, three days ago, we were able to confine the cat in our garage. However, this isn't the winning ticket, because the Humane Society won't come for the cat unless it's inside a trap. This cat is no ordinary cat. It's prowess and sharp instinct that has kept him alive in the alley isn't about to allow him to walk into a trap, no matter what tasty morsel awaits for him. So the waiting game is on. Our garage is being kept captive by the presence of this feline. We're hoping that the cat's need for food and survival will be his capture. It's our version of the "Hunger Game."

Grace like Rain

"I once was lost, but now I'm found,
was blind but now I clearly see.
Hallelujah, grace like rain falls down on me--
Hallelujah, all my stains are washed away,
washed away.. (Words from song by Todd Agnew)

Today is Easter, and our city has been graced with a mountain in the middle of it which can be climbed to an errected cross. Watching the sun come up on the eastern horizon, and surrounded by a diverse crowd of people-- all with one intent... to recognize a risen Saviour, Jesus Christ.

What a blessed people we are! We are able to join the mayor of our town along with people from different denominational and cultural backgrounds. While the rest of the world seethes in indifference and violence, we should not take for granted the freedom we enjoy in our country and city-- to worship openly without fear or trepidation. Grace like rain truly does fall upon us Americans. Happy Easter to all.

Spring Cleaning

April 1st and spring cleaning is on my mind. I located a list this morning that gave me a run down on tasks to do to arrive to the "daisy fresh" surroundings of my home and garden likened to the daisy my little granddaughter is showing in the picture. Coincidentally, our pastor spoke on spring cleaning in his message this morning, as well. He wasn't addressing my house, but my spiritual life. I appreciated this message, because it began to prepare my heart for the holy week ahead, culminating in celebration of Easter Sunday. Pastor Greg spoke about Jesus making the entrance on Palm Sunday on a donkey. Even though Jesus was hated and rejected by the religious people of His day, He still was able, in His entrance on a donkey (fulfilling bible prophecy) to be received by the crowd of people as they would have received a king, by setting out palms before Him. Yet, even as they cheered, and paid tribute to Him,their concept as their king was a victor, not a victim. Hence, a week later, seeing Jesus as a victim, they would cry out, "Crucify him!" -- They could no longer accept as king one who was scorned and trampled upon. So, the portrayal of spring cleaning-- essentially, going through every room and every drawer in the house on a physical level, only encourages me to do the same in my spiritual life. This is cumberson, requires lots of work, and is downright painful. It causes me to think of those areas where I may be storing "junk", for example, a critical spirit, unforgiveness, or other things. Yet, the trade-off of doing such spiritual spring cleaning is receiving all that the Lord has for me. The thought of a 'daisy fresh' spirit gives me the encouragement and drive to begin spring cleaning today!

More, Please...

I have always associated the words, "More, please," with greed and selfishness. However, this past weekend, my association with this expression was radically changed. I am no longer ashamed to say the words, much less to truly mean them with the deepest desire of my heart.
My change of mind and heart came this past weekend when I attended a women's conference featuring Anne Graham Lotz as the key speaker. Anne is the daughter of evangelist Billy Graham, but I had never heard her speak or read any of her books. My church, which is quite large was bulging at the seams of the walls with the thousands of women who attended, and for good reason. We were all there for one reason, and one reason ONLY... it was to get closer to God.
Well, the Lord didn't disappoint. He used Anne to admonish us to cry out for "More of Jesus" in everything we do, and in everything we are all about. It wasn't an emotional experience for me. I have had those before, but as emotions pass, so does the resolve to make changes in my life. Now, I have been a Christian for over 30 years, and before that, I knew the fear of the Lord as I was brought up in the church, and especially from having a godly mother as an example. This was different. I realized that I needed to WANT and DESIRE God's Word more than anything else. No matter that I go faithfully to church, or even am part of a ladies' bible study group and complete bible study lessons. This was even MORE. Anne gave a practical step-by-step way to study the Bible. It wasn't given as a prescription, but rather the very sharing of what she does in her daily life. It made me think that what I saw on that podium-- a tall, stately woman with piercing eyes like her dad's, was not a product of simply growing up around fame and recognition, but a woman-- like me. One who had pains, groanings, struggles and fears. Yet, one thing set me apart from her-- her infectious desire to WANT MORE. The first thing I picked up this morning was my Bible. It's not enough to have it around, but to pick it up, open it, and begin reading. Praying the Lord would open my spiritual eyes to it's truths for my life, I simply say to the Lord, "MORE, please."-- unashamedly, as a child stretching out her cupped hands for a filling of more candy!

My Cup Runneth Over

So many things, so many blessings. I feel that if I were a cup, I would literally be overflowing. Such a wonderful thing! We went to our granddaughter's birthday party on Saturday. My gift to her was a book titled 'The Three Cups', and appropriately, three ceramic cups. Ady's reaction to the gift was delightful. She smiled so big, and gasped "A cup!" as she unwrapped the first of the cups wrapped in white tissue. She read the word taped on the cup 'spend' and continued to unwrap the second cup. I explained to her that there was also a book at the bottom of the box that would help her to use the three cups to learn how to save, spend and give--and the beginning of lots of adventures. I don't think it sunk in; she was eyeing the pretty colors, teal, pomegrante, and chartreuse (definitely designer colors). Maybe the cups represented a future tea party, or hot cocoa with breakfast... At any rate, it was fun watching Ady enjoying her big day. Besides celebrating Ady's birthday, there were also other reasons to make my cup runneth over~ a room full of family, wedding plans in progress, and being excited for happy news our children shared with us:)

On With the Wedding Plans

Seven months away, and the wedding plans continue to be completed for our daughter Trish and fiancee Patrick's big day. The date is official now that the venue has been secured-- October 20th. Even though it's springtime in our city, I have been enjoying thinking things fall. I was married in the fall too, 37 years ago; but I haven't forgotten the crisp air, and cool evening we enjoyed at our wedding. Trish's wedding will be in the evening, and while the days may be shorter then, I hope that we'll be treated to a beautiful sunset and sky as the backdrop to the ceremony. Just thinking of the colors of deep reds, burnt oranges and yellow makes me envision such a day. Here's looking forward to fall!

Books and Movie~ Dr. Seuss

Everything Dr. Seuss for the last week: I had such fun reading at a local elementary school to celebrate Dr. Seuss' March 2 birthday. I couldn't help but wonder if this famous author of children's books ever thought his simple, yet carefully ryhmed words would get such attention and ignite a Read-Across-America campaign. Furthermore, did he ever expect his books would lead to box office ticket sales that netted millions? I'm not surprised...the colors are catchy- red, turquoise, and yellow. And, even the red and white striped hat coupled with the tall lanky cat who is rico suave, while remaining kid-friendly, is hard to resist. I admit,the whole 'Seuss Package' is pretty attractive to get kids to stop and listen/read to a book.
The Lorax movie was pretty inventive too. While my grandson informed me that the movie didn't quite match the book 100%, it was entertaining and received a lot of giggles and laughs from the 10 and under audience at the theatre matinee. I liked it too, but found myself more fascinated with the voices of the actors who played the characters- Betty White, Danny DeVito, and Taylor Swift.

March- Right Into Spring...

Second day of March, and I already feel spring coming on. Today was pretty windy and still cold by California standards (60 degree-ish). Yet, the trees and plants refuse to wait for warmer weather, and are showing peek-a-boos of blossoms and leaves. It seems to confuse the animal kingdom, as well. My cat stretches out on the patio, as if it were summer, and the neighborhood squirrel hangs around with confidence that there will be plenty of food around and doesn't need to scurry around looking for nuts.
With less than 20 days of winter, I'm excited for green shamrocks, and easter eggs. It really is a wonderful time of the year in our part of Southern California.

Small But Awesome! Arcade

I had such a fun weekend with my grandkids. We played, talked, laughed, and relaxed together. One of the highlights though, was putting together an arcade. They named it, appropriately, 'Small But Awesome! Arcade'.
I was amazed at the great ideas the kids had for games, prizes and food. I helped, of course, but they designed it. The end result was four games, fun prizes, and tasty goodies. I will treasure the memories that were created; such as watching Brayden directing his dad, Abel how to play the games and cheering him on when he hit the target; sweet Ady meticulously counting tickets to give treats and prizes, and our prospective clown 'Clancy' (a.k.a. Camryn) curled up on the couch asleep-- canceling her performance where she was planning on presenting her two well-rehersed tricks.
It truly was an awesome arcade!

Fat Tuesday

Having more time on my hands (and mind), I like to find ways to make days go from ordinary to extraordinary, so this year for the first time, I am recognizing "Fat Tuesday" A.K.A. 'Mardi Gras'. I did some research on it, and while I don't agree that we should gourge ourselves just because it precedes 'going lean', I think that it can serve for a fun day. For me, Ash Wednesday (tomorrow), and following Lent (in giving up something, and not eating meat on Friday) went out the window as I learned that my salvation was not based on works, nor was anything I could give up as great a gift as Jesus and His work on the cross. Further, I realized that actions in themselves, done without understanding, such as giving up something for Lent is useless to my relationship with a living God. I now know that the intent of the heart is more important to God than the action itself. So, for many a year, I refused to give up anything, instead concentrating on just being consistent in my relationship with the Lord. However, the Lord has a way of adding meaning to everything in our journey with Him. I now see the value, and strength of my strict religious upbringing, for by it I was taught the 'fear of the Lord'-only to now know about the 'love of the Lord'. Okay, I've gone on long enough-- back to Mardi Gras.
After researching it, I decided to make it a fun day. My friend Rita is coming over for a sewing session, and we'll of course do lunch. Nothing fancy, but I'm going to make a grilled lime-cilantro chicken salad, orange muffins with orange butter, and chocolate brownies. (Talk about gourging!)
Of course, nothing is better than gourging also with the ones you love-- my husband and daughter Trish. So for dinner this is what we're having... Shrimp Scampi, rice pilaf, roasted garlic asparagus, and for dessert...Paczi (Polish Funnel Cakes) ~ I guess the Polish were Catholic too). So with this line up, I have to wish you a happy Mardi Gras-- this is a first for me, and I'm having fun planning it!

Valentines, Faith and Coco Chanel

Valentine's Day Eve, and I'm feeling a little heart struck. Maybe it's the women's retreat I just returned from where Pomona First Baptist (PFB) lived up to it's name in "PAMPERING" us ladies, "FEEDING" us delicious food, and "BLESSING" us with God's Word. But I admit also that I'm a sucker to hearts, sweet sentiments, and of course-- chocolate... Which reminds me of Cocoa -or Coco (Chanel) that is. My talented and blessed-by-God sister, Cindy introduced Ms. Chanel to our small group from snippets of Chanel's life, tying it into the discussions we had centered on "vintage faith".

Happy Valentine's Day-- just another opportunity to tell others how much we love them!

The Girl Who Collected...

My sister (pictured in the center) and I were talking the other day, and remembering back in the day. Particularly, we were laughing about her insistent need to collect. This manifested in her childhood. Ceci was "assigned" a drawer in our hall for her belongings. Filled in that drawer were; rocks, pieces of paper, odds and ends and whatever she deemed "valuable".

Ceci is still a collector today-- only of more valuable things-- swizzle sticks (she has over 300), anything cobalt blue; but I think the collection that is the most impressive is that of friends. Ceci has not let go of her childhood friends, friends in her teens; and I am always impressed when she can recount where each of her friend is today. It's that trait in Ceci that I've always admired-- she sees the value in items and people that other people overlook. No matter if all her friends are friends with each other-- Ceci has a talent to be a friend to all. I have learned a great deal from my kid sister. The most valuable lesson is to be who you are, and accept others for what they are; seeing the beauty of the differences in others, and allowing the eclectic collection of friendship to add grace and beauty amongst us.

The Cat Saga Continues

Well, the cat turned out to be craftier than I thought. The trap I set only caught ants and my own cat. The peach colored cat is still on the loose and terrorizing the neighborhood. Just a few minutes ago, he was picking a fight with my cat. He obviously is hungry, because he often does the fighting when he hasn't had any food. My neighbor took back the trap, so I probably should go out and buy one so we can both set the traps and have twice as much chance to be rid of the cat.

To Catch the Cat...

Our neighborhood has been terrorized for the last 3 or 4 years by a peach colored male cat. It never fails that the topic of this cat, messing up our yards, attacking our pet cats, and acting as though he owns all of our yards is a frequent and ongoing conversation among our neighbors. I told my husband earlier this week that I was done with doing nothing. So, with a borrowed trap, I have set some tuna as bait, in hopes of catching this pesky beast.
This street wise cat though, seems to know his way around, so I wasn't surprised that he didn't run to the trap the first night it was set out. Tonight is day two. I've replaced tuna for chicken, and took my husband's suggestion to create a trail of bait into the trap. I'll keep you posted...