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Saturday, December 31, 2011

Lord save me from myself....


The deeper I got into Pinterest, the deeper I got into baking.  It has GOT to be the artist in me because Lord knows I really HATE the kitchen.  I found a few great sites that had some amazing pictures of decorated sugar cookies and after my Christmas madness, I have been itching to decorate again.  The baking is simply a by-product of the need to decorate.  So, I think when we get home from skiing and have a day or two left before school starts up again, I will use that leftover butter and cream cheese and bake some cookies.  Then Raechyl, Terri, Adam and I can have at it.  So many cookies....so little time.

I'm still sitting at the lodge in Jiminy Peak (Mass) waiting while my family skis.  I ski, but two shoulder surgeries in a row (exactly one year apart) and a back that never seems to stop throbbing these days means I am prudent, staying in the lodge.  Eric doesn't call it prudent....he would much rather be on the lifts with me (than alone) and skiing down with me and I get that.  Maybe next time I come I'll strap on those sticks and go for a run or two.  I said it THursday at Okemo....next race I'm buying a lift ticket cause I NEVER want to hike a mountain like that again.  Far better to take the chair lift UP and ski DOWN....rather than HIKE UP!  AND HIKE DOWN - that SUCKED (sorry but it did).  I was so irritated I wouldn't even take pictures (actually it was COLD up there....) Anna and Rae just came in for a food break.  Anna boards....always wanted to do that, but shoulders are an issue now so I'll stick to skiing.  Adam and Eric (as usual) won't come in until they are starving or til someone kicks them off the mountain.  I LOVE it!

The bloodspot I found with all the decorated cookies is Ali's Bee's Bake Shop (www.snargblog.blogspot.com).  It is an awesome website for ideas.  Last night Anna, Rae and Adam made a great short movie trailer called "Agent 84 - Jumping into Action".  It was SO awesome.  As soon as I figure out how to post it to fb I will.  Still on a learning curve with Mac....but making GREAT progress.  

My phone issues seem to have resolved themselves for now, but I'm not holding my breath.  The Mac seems fine also.  Even our TV is working now that we have a new box.  Yes I know, I'm ALL over the place here....welcome to my nightmare.

As I look forward to 2012 I want to wish all my loved ones blessings beyond their wildest imagination (thats the kind of God we serve - the kind that pleasures in blowing our minds with His love!), safety and health beyond measure.  As for me, I will cling tight to my Lord first, my family next.  My friends are my family, so you all fit in to the family category here,..I look forward to new friendships, growing in love and peace and finding my way in this every changing world....

Until next time....(and maybe next blog will have pictures of MY cookies - lol)...

Sunday, December 25, 2011

Twas the night before CHRIST(mas)

Twas the night before Jesus came and all throught the house
Not a creature was praying not one in the house
Their Bibles were lain on the shelf without care
In hopes that Jesus would not come there.
The children were dressing to crawl into bed
Not once ever kneeling or bowing a head.
And mom in her rocker with baby on her lap
Was watching the Late Show while I took a nap.
When out of the east there arose such a clatter
I sprang to my feet to see what was the matter
Away to the window I flew like a flash
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But angels proclaiming that Jesus was here
With a light like the sun sending forth a bright ray
I knew in a moment this must be the day.
The light of His face made me cover my head
It was Jesus, returning just like he said
And though I possesed worldly wisdom and wealth
I cried when I saw Him, in spite of myself.
In The Book Of Life which He held in His hand
Was written the name of every saved man
He spoke not a word as he searched for my name
When He said "It's not here" my head hung in shame.
The people whose name had been written in love
He gathered to take to His Father above
With those who are ready He rose with out a sound
When He said "It's not here" my head hung in shame.
The people whose name had been written in love
He gathered to take to His Father above
With those who are ready He rose with out a sound
While all the rest were left standing around.
I fell to my knees but it was too late
I had waited too long and this sealed my fate
I stood and cried as they rose out of sight
Oh, if I had only been ready tonight.
In the words of the meaning is clear.
The coming of Jesus is drawing near.
There's only one life and when comes the last call
We'll find that the Bible was true after all.

Thursday, December 22, 2011

Pinterest Anonymous...

OK...I think last time I blogged about a self help group was when I couldn't stop playing Word Challenge. Now, it's Pinterest.  PA....Pinterest Anonymous....Hi, My name Arrie Thieringer and I am powerless over Pinning.

I remember a friend mentioning Pinterest...and I was perplexed.  I wondered what on earth she was talking about.  And I am SSSOOO sorry I asked.  Pinterest is a website where you can find anything and everything under the sun.  It is kind of like Pin Boards (in your home or office) only its on the computer.  You can create your own pin boards - ANY kind you want.  Some of mine are "crafts", "my favorite recipes", "quotes", "birds", "horses", "my style" and one is even "because I can (and I have no where else to pin it!"....and that is just a few of them.  You create any and as many boards as you like and "pin" links to them.  Also you can see everyone in the free world's boards and "repin" to your own board if you like it.  Each pin direct links you to the original website.  Confused???  So was I until I checked it out.  It took about a second for me to want to start pinning, but you have to be invited.  I IMMEDIATELY contacted my girlfriend and asked her to invite me....and she did (Lord, forgive her!)

Well, I have shared Pinterest with a few friends....two of which are HOOKED (sorry Sara and Julie!).  Another is surfing but hasn't started pinning yet (Sharon, its just a matter of time, trust me).  Well, tonight I crawled into bed and Rae was here with her computer.  I grabbed it for a "second" to check out new pins on Pinterest....and here I am some 2 hours later.  Not asleep....Not even close.

I looked at someone's pin on decorating sugar cookies and it took me to the website "Sweetopia.com" and away I went....for over an hour on one website!  (Check it out bakers....it is AMAZING).  But that is the problem...you just wanna look, then you follow a pin to its origin, then you are checking out THAT website, then you are back to Pinterest surfing again...and if you aren't doing that you are pinning things you find while you work or surf elsewhere!

Glory Be!  Karen, I will forgive you, but that is only because I KNOW you understand the phenomena....it's down right ugly!  So many pins....so little time.

So, here I am...starting ANOTHER self help group....PA.  Yes, I am powerless over pinning....Consider yourself warned.  You can check it out and yes, you WILL be contacting me to invite you so you can pin and trace pins to their origin....and soon you will be up way too late, pinning and realizing you have been at the computer for hours and everyone else in the house is asleep.  In fact, if you look out your window you will see all the neighbors lights out as well.  I will say that I haven't YET pinned until I saw the sun come up (thank you Lord for saving me from myself!)  But I'm afraid thats just a matter of time.

Until next time....

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

EKISS.....

Electro Kinetic Interference Syndrome.  That's what I was told by a friend.  She made it up but it sounded good.  At least it was an attempt to understand what is up with me and electronic devices....like phones, iPods, computers and the like.  Once about 6 years ago, I had my phone set to vibrate when I got emails.  I plugged it in to charge it overnight on the kitchen countertop....about three feet from the end of the counter.  In the middle of the night I heard a "Ka-ching" followed by a splash and it woke me up.  I woke Eric up to tell him something downstairs made a noise.  He said he heard nothing and told me to go back to bed.  The next morning when I went downstairs, my phone was in the dogs water bowl....FOR REAL.  It had skipped its way off the end of the counter right into the dogs water bowl.  What is the chance of that happening!  For anyone else nearly impossible....for me, 100%.  And that is how it has ALWAYS gone for me with electronics.

Hence my blog tonight.  I have an iPhone.  Have had one for several years now and about a year ago upgraded to 4.  Gave Raechyl my 3.  Seems I got the one that had a defect in it.  A few months after getting the new phone, it started doing weird things....like screen turning white rendering it unusable.  And not backing up properly.  Now I know enough to ALWAYS insure (or extend the warranty) on my electronics.  So I went to Apple....seems it was a software "glitch" that they couldn't fix (perplexed even the workers at the Genius Bar) so they gave me a new phone.  But not before blowing out my old phone....contacts, calendars and all.  Yes I know what you are all thinking....my fault for not syncing.  Gotcha.  New phone lasts about 2 months and problems start again.  Only this time it won't hold a charge or will randomly say "charging not supported with this device"....Back to Apple I go for a second new iphone4.  Another "glitch" it seems.  No problem.  That phone lasted all of about one month before the same thing started happening and this time I knew enough to back it up on iTunes (even though I DO use iCloud) and when I did (knowing I was on my way back to apple) I actually killed the Mac.  For real.  The Mac died....my phone was dead and now my Mac was dead too.  And I mean DEAD.  Fully charged and black screen.  Cannot power down.  Cannot power up.  Cannot do a single thing except call Apple Support to make ANOTHER appointment for my iPhone AND my Mac (from my land line mind you).  So the next day I go to Apple.  I had two appointments back to back.  One at 2 pm for my phone and another at 2:15 for my Mac.  So I had one tech for my phone and another tech for my Mac.  The tech for the Mac said she has never seen someone come in and lay down a brand new dead iPhone AND a brand new dead Mac (it is 2 months old)....WELCOME TO MY NIGHTMARE!

Guess what happened?  I got ANOTHER new iPhone (this was last Friday) and they had to keep the Mac thinking it needed a new hard drive.  Side note....when I picked the computer up on Monday they said they ran diagnostics and the hard drive was fine, it seemed to be a "glitch" with the software.  Are you seeing a pattern here?  I seem to get the ONLY Apple products that have "glitches" (their word, not mine).  I get in my car to charge my NEW phone and got the SAME error message "charging not supported by this device"....with ZERO patience left, I drove home.  I reasoned with myself that these phones sit in boxes for however long and Apple CONSTANTLY does software updates.  I'll just go home and update my phone software....OR NOT!  By Saturday, my phone was completely unusable.  I had to start from scratch again. I have not brought it back to Apple....I'm pretty sure it's a "glitch".  I have REINSTALLED software half a dozen times....restored iCloud back up as many times....and am waiting til after the holidays to go back to the mall to the Apple store for I'm guessing ANOTHER NEW IPHONE.

One last side note (I can't make this stuff up)....Saturday night my kids asked me to turn up the TV (which I NEVER even watch) so I grabbed the remote to turn up the TV and the screen went blank.  YUP.....BLANK.  I tried power....all on.  Tried changing channels....nothing.  Finally Raech said "give that thing to me...you are deadly with devices" and after about 5 minutes she got it working again.  Today is Wednesday (5 days later) and we just got off the phone with Direct TV.  They are sending us a new satellite box.  Seems ours has a "glitch".....

Forgot the other side note....my Kitchen Aid started "spitting" stuff at me the other night.  I actually had to recalibrate the bowl and attachments.  who does that!  I DO.  It LITERALLY was spitting cookie dough out of the bowl all over the kitchen cabinets, my face and counter tops.  My oh My!

Until next time....

Another recipe....


This is a basic sugar cookie recipe but the dough REALLY holds its shape in the oven and the royal icing recipe is awesome.  It stays "workable" for a long time but once on cookie, sets up really quickly.
CREAM CHEESE CUTOUTS
1 C. butter
3 oz. cream cheese
1 C. sugar
1 egg
1 t. vanilla
2 1/2 C. all purpose flour
1/4 t. salt

In large mixing bowl cream butter, cream cheese and sugar until light and fluffy.  Beat in egg and vanilla.  Combine flour and salt...gradually add to creamed mixture until blended.  Cover and refrigerate 2 hours to overnight.  On lightly floured surface roll dough to 1/8" thickness.  Cut out cookies and lay on ungreased cookie sheet.  Bake 375 for 7-8 minutes.

ROYAL ICING
5 T. meringue powder
1 pound confectioners sugar
1/2 C. water
beat together on low speed for 5-7 minutes until thick.




These are a family recipe (and if you know me, you know it didn't come from MY family.  It came from my husbands family).  It is easy and scrumptious.
CREME DE MENTHE BROWNIES

2 sticks butter - softened and divided
1 C. sugar
4 eggs beaten
1 C. flour
1/2 t. salt
1 (16 oz) can hershey chocolate syrup
1 t. vanilla
2 C. sifted confectioners sugar
2 T. creme de menthe
1 C. chocolate chips
6 T. butter

Cream 1 stick butter and sugar.  Add eggs, flour, salt and chocolate syrup and vanilla.  Blend well.  Pour into greased 13X9X2 greased pan.  Bake 350 for 22 minutes.  Cool in pan.  Mix confectioners sugar, 1 stick butter and creme de menthe until fluffy.  Spread over COOLED brownies.  Combine chocolate chips and butter in glass measuring cup and nuke on high 1-3 minutes or until melted.  Remove and stir WELL until completely blended.  Cool until thickened.  Spread over creme de menthe layer.  Chill brownies before cutting into squares.

What can I say here....arent they beautiful?  Super easy.  I bought the printed wafer paper from "fancyflours.com" and made sugar cookies and used light corn syrup to adhere to cookie.  It is the 12 days of Christmas.  I have been a baking fool.  OK....I think I may call it a night - or find something to blog about - like the madness of my phone, or computer, or television, or home....need I go on?

Until next time....

Monday, November 21, 2011

Pinterest posts...what can i say...i have NO idea how else to do it.





I suppose I could share these recipes instead of just the pictures.  I only posted the pictures so I could "pin" them on Pinterest.  Pinterest will be the death of me!  After I posted the pictures, I thought I might as well share some of the recipes for anyone who might be interested.

These are apple cinnamon cupcakes with a light layer of frosting with mini marshmallows cut diagonally in half then dipped in colored sugar before arranging on top of cupcake.

6 T. unsalted butter - room temp
1/2 C. sugar
1 egg - beaten
1.2 C. sour cream
1 1/4 C. self rising flour
1/4 t. baking soda
1/2 t. cinnamon
2 apples - cored and peeled.  Diced fine

Cream butter and sugar.  Gradually beat in egg.  STIR (by hand) in sour cream.  Combine flour, baking soda & cinnamon and sift into mixture.  Fold in with apples.

Bake 350 degrees 20 minutes.  Cool on rack.  Makes One Dozen Regular sized cupcakes.






These above are same recipe of apple cinnamon cupcakes baked, then crumbled into a mixing bowl.  Add frosting of your choice (I used buttercream) and mix until the mixture is able to be rolled into balls.  Refrigerate.  Take sticks and dip in chocolate and stick in cold balls.  Melt chocolate and dip balls.  I decorated with opposite chocolate striped.


Carrot Cake

1 1/2 C. sugar
1 C. veg oil
2 C. flour
3 eggs
1 1/2 cinnamon
1 t. baking soda
1 t. vanilla
1/2 t. salt
1/4 t. nutmeg
3 C. shredded carrots (I always use more like 1/2 - 1 C. more than the recipe calls for)
1 C. coarsely chopped nuts - optional

Heat oven 350.  Grease and flour 13X9X2 pan.  Mix sugar, oil and eggs in large bowl.  Beat 1 minute.  Stir in remaining ingredients except carrots and nuts.  Beat 1 minute.  Add carrots and nuts (optional).  STIR IN BY HAND.  Pour into pan.  Bake 35-45 minutes.  Cool on wire rack.  

FROSTING:  1 pkg (8 oz) cream cheese
1 T. milk
1 t. vanilla
4 C. powdered sugar

Soften cream cheese and beat with milk and vanilla in med mixing bowl.  Gradually beat in sugar one cup at a time until creamy.  

I reserve 1/2 cup or so and tint the bulk of it orange and a small amount green and pipe out the carrots.



Banana Bars
1/2 C. butter softened
2 C. sugar
3 eggs
1 1/2 C. mashed ripe bananas (about 3-4 medium sized)
1 t. vanilla
2 C. flour
1 t. baking soda
pinch salt

Cream b utter and sugar.  Beat in eggs, bananas and vanilla.  Combine flour, baking soda, and salt separately and add to creamed mixture.  Mix well  Pour into greased 15X10X1 pan. Bake 350 for 25 minutes.  cool on rack.  I used the frosting from above recipe here.


Monday, October 17, 2011

what $8.4 Million Dollars Taught Me....

Ultimately....to appreciate the little things.  This past weekend I was privileged and blessed to be able to participate in the Avon 2-Day Walk in New York City to raise money for breast cancer research and to find a cure.  My life hasn't directly been impacted by this vicious disease, but my life HAS been changed by it.  My dear friend Evelyn was diagnosed at age 33....13 years ago.  She is a three time cancer survivor and 13 years out from her original diagnosis (you go girl!).  So this disease has been near and dear for many years.  To watch someone fight the good fight, and to be blessed to be part of their support team cannot be put into words (for even me...not much leaves this girl without words.....).  So this weekend I joined Evelyn, her husband Vince, their friend Dave, Dana and 2 of Dana's friends to participate in this incredible event.  To walk you MUST raise $1800.00, no easy feat if you ask me.  I stink at fund raising so I was part of "crew".  These are the people who do everything from cook, to serve, to cheer walkers on, to "sweep" (that's us), set up/break down tents, give massage, and SO much more.  Evelyn's and my job was to "sweep"...or drive around the city in their vans (that we decorate - GO JETS!) and pick up the wounded, sore, tired walkers along the route.  Now for you who know me well know I get lost in the mall.  So it is kind of ironic that I was not the driver, but the co-pilot.  Given simply a map and a driving route with "official stops" listed.  As of Friday I could not read a map.  Suffice it to say that I can now not only read a map but get us around the city pretty proficiently.  That is NO small miracle!

We arrived Friday dinner time to sign in....yup....a cattle call, but one of THE MOST organized events I have even been to (and it is HUGE).  After check in and meeting, we got our gear (phone, walkie talkie and van keys) and headed off to dinner.  First small thing I now appreciate is those who went before me who got me through all the paperwork, lines and to the restaurant.  Had they not, I may still be in New Jersey looking for the Sheraton, NY!  We ate dinner, had a few drinks (mistake number one) and after some fun, we headed back to the NJ side to stay in a hotel for the night.  We arrived at about 9pm.  Next item of appreciation...a hotel....with a shower....and indoor plumbing with toilet paper....and a blow dryer.  We all showered and hit the sack around 10:30 and I fell asleep by midnight.  Wake up call was 3 am.  As you can see, my appreciation factor is going to begin to increase exponentially from this point on.  I now appreciate the fact that I get to sleep until 4:30 every day!  And that I can go to bed early (thank you Eric, Raechyl and Adam!).  Blindly we got dressed and headed off to Randall's Island to get our van and decorate it....WITH FLASHLIGHTS - remember is isn't even 4 am yet.  We did NY Football (Jets and Giants - but decided next year and on out we will be the NY Jets Van - will explain later).  All decorations....check.  Off to Pier 84 we go for opening ceremonies, which of course, we missed.  I swear it was Evelyn's fault.  I warned her about my lack of directional abilities, but she insisted I navigate.  Ok, we finally get there and check in with van central, and are assigned our first route and off we go.  To be frank, at this point I was more concerned with finding coffee than I was to find walkers, after all, how wounded could they be.....they JUST started walking!  Which brings me to how much I now appreciate coffee FIRST thing in the morning....and caffeine....and cream...and the fact that my awesome husband delivers it to me in bed each am (when I sleep later than him which isn't often anymore but I still appreciate him a little more today!).  Found the Starbucks....THANK GOD!

From this point on we drove from one spot to another, back and forth, "sweeping" people and when we didn't have walkers to sweep we would pull over along the route and get out, play loud music and scream and cheer the walkers on.  They truly appreciate it.  Another thing that I now appreciate is a voice, because Sunday I woke up with NONE and still have none today, but it will come back, much to my children's dismay.  I am totally sure they are digging on the fact that momma can't talk!....."I'm sorry mom, I couldn't hear what you wanted me to do...." seems to be the theme....

I was AMAZED at how many limping walkers REFUSED to get in the van and be swept.  They are determined.  I saw women bald, wearing wigs, with no breasts at all, young, old, big, small.  Cancer has no limits.  Which brings me to SO many more things I appreciate.  Remember I said I'm thankful for the "small" things....and one of those small things I truly appreciate now is my own breasts....small yes, but they are mine and they are in tact!  I appreciate my hair, my health, my mother's health, hell....my mother.  Many had NONE.  I appreciate not having to wear a hat....I appreciate not being scarred and scared....I appreciate the air I can breathe, the ground on which I walk, the legs I have to walk, the hands I have to type and the eyes I have to see which have been shoved WIDE open this weekend.  Everyone cheered on Evelyn in the Jets Jersey while they hissed at me in the Giants Jersey, so I changed to a Jets Jersey, which made Ev annoyed (sorry Ev) but I got tired of being hissed at.  Eric told me later that it isn't because there are NO Giants fans in NY (which was what I thought), it was just that Giant Fans are civil and Jets Fans are loud and obnoxious (hey, I'm not making a political statement here, I'm a Jets fan myself....can you tell what team Eric routes for?  And it ISN"T the Jets!  LOL)  Which is why next year we will be the NY Jets Van.

After a LONG day of sweeping, we went back to the Wellness village at Randall's Island, which at this point, is a sea of pink tents.  Amazing sight.  We had dinner served in tents and then off to a shower.  More appreciation....hot food (ours was cold because we were outside and it was cold out), showers inside, not in a truck....hot water and electric it (we had no electricity), a soft surface to sleep on, pillows and blankets and heat...

We hunkered down not in a tent but in a 24 foot box truck....which was a PRIVELEGE!  Vince is set up crew so we got to sleep in the back of his truck.  Hard yes, but completely closed in and sheltered from the nearly 60 MPH winds that howled ALL night long.  We sat, talked, laughed and even cried a little then I went off to sleep.  I woke up at some point having to pee but unwilling to go out and brave the elements to use a porta potty I went back to sleep.  This went on every half hour or so until finally I had to check the time cuz I wasn't sure I was gonna make it.  3:30 AM.....NO WAY I'm gonna make it till the 5 am wake up call so I opened the back of the truck (iron screaming and grinding as I slid open the door as quietly as I could, just to close it again so no one else froze while I was gone, just to do it again to get back in the truck.  Whew!  Not so bad......UNTIL Ev asked me Sunday morning how long I waited before I finally gave in and went to the bathroom.  I thought they all slept through the non oiled lift gate but apparently I was wrong.  Oh well.  By this point I am REALLY appreciating light and indoor plumbing!  BIG TIME.

We eat another cold meal (oatmeal isn't bad cold, but eggs - now that's another story!).  Met with our crew and off we go again to the van, just to find the Giants Poster GONE from the side of the van.  I was hysterical.  Boy, someone REALLY either hates the Giants or loves the Jets (or....is that the same thing?  Whatever!) and we went to the foot bridge that leaves Randall Island to cheer on the morning walkers.  By this point I have ABSOLUTELY NO voice unless I screamed at the top of my lungs, which is probably why I still have no voice today.  We spent another day sweeping walkers, some hurting so badly it humbled me.  Then we went to closing ceremonies.  I heard stories that made me cry, and laugh, and think... and thank God.  I appreciate my faith a little more today, I appreciate maps - YES MAPS cause now I can read one and it really made sweeping much easier, kind strangers who came out to cheer on the walkers, people who raise $1800 to torture themselves for two days (40 miles!), the color pink, young children who volunteer their time to help, my short eyelashes and lack of eyebrows (some had neither eyelashes nor eyebrows), sleep as I got none this weekend, my friendships (especially Ev!), men who wear pink and do it proudly...I could go on and on.  The closing ceremony is something you cannot even put words to...you just HAVE to do it.  First they announce and walk out the survivors, then the walkers, then the crew and each cheered more for the next.  Reese Witherspoon came Sunday and was the official announcer who announced how much money was raised (yup, $8.4 MILLION dollars) and also announced the grants that were given.  About 6 grants were given, starting at $75,000 and ending at, sit down for this one......$5.4 MILLION dollars for research and treatment.  Avon says yes to every woman who needs treatment regardless of financial or ethnicity or social standing - GO AVON!  When the $5.4 million dollar grant was given, Ev and I happen to be standing behind the daughter of the recipient and she started jumping up and down (all alone) SCREAMING "THAT'S MY MOM!!!!!!  THAT'S MY MOM!!!!!"  I cried and cried.  I learned to appreciate my medical insurance, even if it is stinky - I still get mammograms!  I appreciate my family doing without me for three days and friends who make it possible to get through it - it is grueling work, but VERY rewarding.  I appreciate blisters, warm socks, women who have gone before me, doctors who make a difference, God's grace over my life (as I did have a cancer scare once but God saw to it that after biopsies it was NOT to be cancer!), the sun and the wind, the grass on the earth that makes sleeping on the ground a little less harsh, food even if it is cold or not exactly what I am used to, an endless supply of water when so many have none, my "fat" which helps keep me warm (Lord, did I actually just say that?!?  I MUST still be exhausted and not clear in my thoughts....).

$8.4 Million dollars really wasn't what showed me all these things, it was the people who raised that $8.4 million dollars.  THEY are the heroes.  THEY are the warriors.  THEY are who walk to make a difference.  THEY are who love enough to sacrifice.  Me....I was privileged to be along for the ride...I just can't even consider it work (though it was HARD work, the REAL work in my opinion is walking).  This weekend showed me love for strangers, people who WON'T forget, people who won't give up, people who WON'T stop fighting, people who LOVE other people, even though they don't know them.  I met two people who raised the money, paid for airfare and flew out here from CALIFORNIA to do the walk and that was only OUR van....the countless other stories that go untold, but NEVER forgotten.

Here's to you walkers....Here's to you Evelyn.  Here's to you Avon, who took the odds from 1 in four women to 1 in 8 women and put a face to this horrible disease.  Thank you Evelyn for always being my friend, for letting me in and keeping me in, for sharing your fights - all three of them - with me.  And most of all, for loving me and accepting my love for you....oh yeah, one more thing...for showing me that there is a reason you rotate your towels when you put them away!  I love you sister - here's to You and the countless other 1 in 8 woman who will be diagnosed every 3.93 minutes!  I love you all.....

Until next time...

what $8.4 Million Dollars Taught Me....

Ultimately....to appreciate the little things.  This past weekend I was privileged and blessed to be able to participate in the Avon 2-Day Walk in New York City to raise money for breast cancer research and to find a cure.  My life hasn't directly been impacted by this vicious disease, but my life HAS been changed by it.  My dear friend Evelyn was diagnosed at age 33....13 years ago.  She is a three time cancer survivor and 13 years out from her original diagnosis (you go girl!).  So this disease has been near and dear for many years.  To watch someone fight the good fight, and to be blessed to be part of their support team cannot be put into words (for even me...not much leaves this girl without words.....).  So this weekend I joined Evelyn, her husband Vince, their friend Dave, Dana and 2 of Dana's friends to participate in this incredible event.  To walk you MUST raise $1800.00, no easy feat if you ask me.  I stink at fund raising so I was part of "crew".  These are the people who do everything from cook, to serve, to cheer walkers on, to "sweep" (that's us), set up/break down tents, give massage, and SO much more.  Evelyn's and my job was to "sweep"...or drive around the city in their vans (that we decorate - GO JETS!) and pick up the wounded, sore, tired walkers along the route.  Now for you who know me well know I get lost in the mall.  So it is kind of ironic that I was not the driver, but the co-pilot.  Given simply a map and a driving route with "official stops" listed.  As of Friday I could not read a map.  Suffice it to say that I can now not only read a map but get us around the city pretty proficiently.  That is NO small miracle!

We arrived Friday dinner time to sign in....yup....a cattle call, but one of THE MOST organized events I have even been to (and it is HUGE).  After check in and meeting, we got our gear (phone, walkie talkie and van keys) and headed off to dinner.  First small thing I now appreciate is those who went before me who got me through all the paperwork, lines and to the restaurant.  Had they not, I may still be in New Jersey looking for the Sheraton, NY!  We ate dinner, had a few drinks (mistake number one) and after some fun, we headed back to the NJ side to stay in a hotel for the night.  We arrived at about 9pm.  Next item of appreciation...a hotel....with a shower....and indoor plumbing with toilet paper....and a blow dryer.  We all showered and hit the sack around 10:30 and I fell asleep by midnight.  Wake up call was 3 am.  As you can see, my appreciation factor is going to begin to increase exponentially from this point on.  I now appreciate the fact that I get to sleep until 4:30 every day!  And that I can go to bed early (thank you Eric, Raechyl and Adam!).  Blindly we got dressed and headed off to Randall's Island to get our van and decorate it....WITH FLASHLIGHTS - remember is isn't even 4 am yet.  We did NY Football (Jets and Giants - but decided next year and on out we will be the NY Jets Van - will explain later).  All decorations....check.  Off to Pier 84 we go for opening ceremonies, which of course, we missed.  I swear it was Evelyn's fault.  I warned her about my lack of directional abilities, but she insisted I navigate.  Ok, we finally get there and check in with van central, and are assigned our first route and off we go.  To be frank, at this point I was more concerned with finding coffee than I was to find walkers, after all, how wounded could they be.....they JUST started walking!  Which brings me to how much I now appreciate coffee FIRST thing in the morning....and caffeine....and cream...and the fact that my awesome husband delivers it to me in bed each am (when I sleep later than him which isn't often anymore but I still appreciate him a little more today!).  Found the Starbucks....THANK GOD!

From this point on we drove from one spot to another, back and forth, "sweeping" people and when we didn't have walkers to sweep we would pull over along the route and get out, play loud music and scream and cheer the walkers on.  They truly appreciate it.  Another thing that I now appreciate is a voice, because Sunday I woke up with NONE and still have none today, but it will come back, much to my children's dismay.  I am totally sure they are digging on the fact that momma can't talk!....."I'm sorry mom, I couldn't hear what you wanted me to do...." seems to be the theme....

I was AMAZED at how many limping walkers REFUSED to get in the van and be swept.  They are determined.  I saw women bald, wearing wigs, with no breasts at all, young, old, big, small.  Cancer has no limits.  Which brings me to SO many more things I appreciate.  Remember I said I'm thankful for the "small" things....and one of those small things I truly appreciate now is my own breasts....small yes, but they are mine and they are in tact!  I appreciate my hair, my health, my mother's health, hell....my mother.  Many had NONE.  I appreciate not having to wear a hat....I appreciate not being scarred and scared....I appreciate the air I can breathe, the ground on which I walk, the legs I have to walk, the hands I have to type and the eyes I have to see which have been shoved WIDE open this weekend.

After a LONG day of sweeping, we went back to the Wellness village at Randall's Island, which at this point, is a sea of pink tents.  Amazing sight.  We had dinner served in tents and then off to a shower.  More appreciation....hot food (ours was cold because we were outside and it was cold out), showers inside, not in a truck....hot water and electric it (we had no electricity), a soft surface to sleep on, pillows and blankets and heat...

We hunkered down not in a tent but in a 24 foot box truck....which was a PRIVELEGE!  Vince is set up crew so we got to sleep in the back of his truck.  Hard yes, but completely closed in and sheltered from the nearly 60 MPH winds that howled ALL night long.  We sat, talked, laughed and even cried a little then I went off to sleep.  I woke up at some point having to pee but unwilling to go out and brave the elements to use a porta potty I went back to sleep.  This went on every half hour or so until finally I had to check the time cuz I wasn't sure I was gonna make it.  3:30 AM.....NO WAY I'm gonna make it till the 5 am wake up call so I opened the back of the truck (iron screaming and

Friday, September 30, 2011

The Music Den...

Meeting two weeks ago at school about the new music program they are offering....being a very small private school they really don't have a "band" program...music yes but not utilizing instruments.  So we partnered with a company called Faith Music Center who now comes in once a week to teach our children instruments.  Adam chose the clarinet....Rae chose the guitar.  Oh yes, side note....guitar wasn't one of the instruments offered....so of course, that drove us to yet ANOTHER private music studio for a guitar and for lessons.  And of course, guitar is like the ONLY instrument you CANNOT rent.  So, now we are a guitar poorer and lessons weekly OUTSIDE of our school...OMG....did I just get SO sidetracked.  This is definitely A.D.D.!!!!  And why DOES the best chocolate come from Hungary?   Oh....music den....

So Faith Music Center has a deal with the Music Den (a local company) where they rent out instruments of the highest quality (usually brand new) and they cover the instrument with insurance so we, the end user, does not have to.  Most music studios charge for insurance and either offer three month rentals or monthly rentals...but our program is 5 months long...the Music Den offers 5 month rentals with the option to buy, applying all the rental money toward the purchase if you should so choose.  So, after this meeting I decided, merely a week later, that perhaps it was time to rent that clarinet since Adam already had one lesson with NO instrument....YUP.....going for MOM OF THE YEAR AWARD again (see previous post about that one....)  So off to the Music Den we go.

Fist off, we walk in to a completely empty store.  Open, but void of any people.  Adam and I are wandering around looking, looking, looking...no one.  So I start with the, "Hello????  Anyone here????" as we wander.  Nothing.  So I get a little louder, "HELLO?  ANYONE?"...nothing.  So I go to the back of the store and see an office with someone sitting at a desk, his back to me.  So, I figure he must be deaf so now I say it even louder, "HELLO!!!???"  At which point he spins his seat around and replies (in a snotty voice I might add), "Isn't someone out there!"  UH....DUH....OK, I MAY be blonde, and I might even be slow, but I am NOT stupid (you will see the humor in this statement later in the post! HA!)  "Uh, no...or at least I can't find anyone" I replied.  At which point he spins around again, his back to me again and calls someone who walks out from behind the door and steps up to the counter.  As soon as he came out the man sitting at the desk wheeled back to the door and slammed it shut!  Ok then....

So I proceed to tell this man that I need to rent a clarinet and gave him the paperwork from Faith Music Center.  He handed it back to me telling me he didn't need it.  Ok, I thought, he must know all this info already.  OK, I ask about renting the clarinet and guitar.  No guitar rental, but a clarinet he has.  He gets the paperwork ready to fill out and I begin to inquire about guitar lessons at which point he tells me that they only take cash for lessons....???!!!  What?  Who does that?  I've never heard of such a thing.  So I explain that I NEVER have cash.  So rather than having to remember to go to the bank each week I ask if I can prepay for the month by check.  "No, I told you we only take cash"...Wow....WAY weird.  So I tell him that I need to hold off on signing up for guitar lessons cause I need to check some other studios, but in the mean while, go ahead with the clarinet paperwork.  He begins to fill it out and explains to me the three month rental agreement and the $8 per month insurance charge.  Hhhhmmmm I thought....this is odd.  I could have sworn that the rental agreement was 5 months and that insurance was included but I guess I must have misunderstood....Lord knows it wouldn't be the first time I got something wrong.  I go ahead and pay for the clarinet and go on my way.

We get home and checked out the instrument and were shocked to see it was old, dirty and NOT in good shape.  Whatever, it makes noise and for now, that is all that matters.

The next morning, Sharon and I are on the phone getting ready to pray and I start telling her about this incident the day before at the Music Den....how weird it was that they were so rude, that the clarinet was crappy and that they only take cash....seems shady to me, but hey, who am I.  So Sharon starts telling me that I must be mistaken because she knows for a fact that the Music Den takes credit cards for lessons.  Not convinced it was ME that was wrong I question her.  She goes on to tell me that her daughter, Anna, has been taking lessons at the Music Den for years and she went there the day before and paid for them with a credit card, like she does every month.  And she was also surprised at the shape of the clarinet they rented me....

At this point, a light bulb goes on because she asked the dreaded question, "Are you SURE you were at the Music Den?"....uh oh....I reply, "Where EXACTLY IS the Music Den?"...she proceeds to tell me it is in Ledgewood Mall.....hhhhhmmmmm....then I had to ask, "So what is the music place on Route 46 in Budd Lake?!?"......."Robbies Music Center" she replies......OH GOOD GRIEF CHARLIE BROWN!   *^%$@@#%*,,,,,,,How on EARTH could I have made that mistake (see the irony here of my saying earlier that I may be many things, but I am NOT stupid!)  OK, so now I am stuck with this crappy clarinet paying insurance that I shouldn't have to pay for a shorter contract than I need....She says, "Go back and explain it to them and get your money back"....

UGH!  So the next day I went back, tail between my legs, and proceed to TRY to explain, with a shred of dignity, why I have to return this clarinet a day later.  They must have asked me three times to tell them again.  I'm not sure if they were slow or they just were enjoying watching me writhe in self pity as I clambered to explain the stupidity of it all....I'm guessing it was the latter.  So, in the end I DID get all my money back except the first month insurance ($8 and WELL worth it to get out of that rotten deal).  From there I went to the REAL Music Den and....can you believe that they took credit cards!  AND they paid the insurance!  AND they DID offer a 5 month rental AND, HEAVEN'S TO BETSY they rented me a BRAND NEW clarinet!  Imagine that....

Yes, this is my life.  Yes....I am crazy and surprise even myself pretty consistently!  Anyhow.....

Until next time....

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Five Minutes before Judgment....

As I contemplated the events ten years ago today, I wondered how many of the dead were not saved...how many had met their death before ever making a decision to receive the grace offered us by Jesus Christ in his probationary death for us....how many?

As I contemplated this I was listing to a a preacher who reminded me that each and every one of us will sit at the Great White Throne and give account for every word and deed we have ever spoken or performed....saved or unsaved....we will all answer to Jesus.  As I thought about this, I asked the Lord to show me....what have I said and done in this sometimes apathetic life...and I wept at what I saw...

My first sight was Billy...and all the times I had opportunity to share Christ with him...but never did.  I was a new Christian and the ONLY Christian amongst my friends.  I just never did.  Fear...  Christ's eyes were remorseful, but ever so loving...and there was Billy.  The Lord did not reveal to me whether or not Billy was in heaven or hell, but He did make it clear to me that I wasted many opportunities to ensure Billy knew the truth.  But my Jesus, He never shared any feeling other than total love for me...I never felt ashamed, or unloved....simply seeing what could have been.  Next was my childhood...

We went back.  Very far back.  I was only a child.  Abused.  Neglected.  Unloved and at times, unlovable.  But Jesus showed me in brief pictures the good of it all.  From a flash of some abuse to the flash of sharing with another woman abused, providing hope and understanding and comfort.  Another flash of unkind words and actions at the hand of an earthly father to a flash of kind, loving words from my Heavenly Father...again, no shame; only love and compassion.  I wondered why Jesus showed me this way...why not just get it over with and show me all the ugly at once, but I guess that isn't how our loving Father operates...never all the ugly at once, and always the ugly covered by honor and good.  Somehow...

More flashes...things I cannot even share but Jesus managed somehow to cloak each and every one with honor and dignity, even when there was none.  My Jesus, how he loves me.  He reminded me that even though time was not always used the way He would have me use it, He was very pleased with me and oh, how He loved me.  I wondered why I had to see all the ugly, even though it was through a veil of dignity and love....why I wondered.  And then He showed me.

He stepped aside and that is when I saw it, flashes so fast I could hardly make sense of it with my eyes, but somehow my mind understood.  Somehow I was able to see all the things that could have been.  Again, I didn't seem to feel anything negative...nothing other than utter love and comfort.  Even the things that could have been....like sharing with Billy.  Like not being so steeped in self loathing that I would mutilate myself and instead knowing MUCH earlier how much the Lord loved me...or not being so hurt by my past that I would step out and do such deplorable things I cannot even write them...but rather have the family and marriage MANY years earlier that God had ordained from the very beginning.  I saw blessing after blessing after blessing....smiles, love, no struggles, children so secure in the Lord EARLY, a husband who was loved and honored from the beginning regardless of circumstance and me...a wife in submission - in love with honor for my earthly husband and my Heavenly Husband.  There was so much more to see, so much more to process.  Flashes, flashes...a baby in heaven - mine.  Loved and with my Jesus.  Even this He blessed.  He showed me my body closely and somehow all the physical scars were gone - every last one of them.  He showed me the inside, my heart, and it too was clean.  He showed me my friend Jackie, waiting for me - smiling at me...oh Jesus - more love.  He wanted me to know that even in the mess of things, there were blessings - and when blessings were missed, there was love...and honor.  Love and honor for ME - the wretch that I am.  But not to God.  Nope.  Not to God.  Somehow to God I remained HIS love, HIS daughter who He loved from the beginning.  It was hard for me to understand though, why the suffering, why not call me in the beginning...and Jesus must have known my heart because at about that time, He looked at me, with those eyes...oh those eyes.  So filled with love and honor for ME!  And again, no words, He simply stepped aside.  And again, flashes.  More flashes.

This time of what was...and what would have been if I had NOT done each and every thing I had done or had not suffered each and every thing I suffered.  Like the wife who simply could not bear another day in her home, but God led her to me...and I shared.  And He showed me her and her family....still together.  Happy.  And the young lady so wrapped up in drugs that she could not even think, but God led her to me...and I shared.  And He showed me her - happy and helping others heal, just like she did.  And she was sharing the love of Christ with them ALL!  See, my words did not fall on deaf ears, but on ears that were hopeless - a message of hope - Jesus.  And now she shares her hope with them - the hopeless.  And that one person who thought they were above a certain area of sin, vulnerable and didn't even know it.  But my heart broke and I shared my fall, how I ought to have been the VERY LAST person to fall in this area.  Yes, I told her everything.  And she had ears to hear.  She didn't know it but Jesus showed me...if I had not shared, her life would have been devastated, but because I shared, she went another way...the way of love and freedom - the way of Jesus.  He showed me it all.  He showed me how, even though there were countless times I blew it, He still used them.  He still loved me.  He still held me.  Flashes, flashes...Somehow He used it all.

And then the things that I DID do in obedience...oh how He shone when He stepped aside again to reveal His pleasure here.  The times I fought the hard fight, like Abraham, in hope against hope.  And how He blessed me and my family.  How I stayed obedient and He healed my Raechyl....and my Adam.  Each differently but both healed - miracles.  And how He, because in obedience I bore my complete soul to my husband, how HE gave Eric a heart to hear and a heart to forgive.  Oh how Jesus smiled when He showed me that one!  Flashes, more flashes.  Lines and lines of unknown people to me.  Who were they I wondered.  And no sooner had I wondered when He somehow managed to, without words, convey to me that they were the NEW citizens of heaven....because of His love for ME!  People I don't even recognize. Somehow MY life made a difference to them....flashes, more flashes.

But the beautiful end.  He sat down on a beautiful white throne, radiance beyond comprehension.  Oh those eyes.  He just looked at me with those eyes.  They spoke thousands of words, but He never said one.  Then I saw it.  The most beautiful crown.  So beautiful.  Jewels I have never seen and can not lay words to.  Shining, radiant like my Jesus.  And I knew what He was saying.  I knew what He wanted from me...

I picked up that crown, oh that crown...it was my WHOLE life.  The one that He had been keeping which represented MY life...MY works.  Done and undone.  See, I always thought my crown that I would give Him would be empty.  But He would not have it that way...not my Jesus.  I knew what it was there for.  It was as if I was the ONLY person He had ever seen and that crown was the ONLY crown He had ever seen.  Oh, those eyes.  I knew...I knew. I bent over, picked it up and knelt at His feet.  Bowed down, prostrate in front of Him.  I knew...I looked up into those eyes.  I reached out, handed it to Him and as if this was the ONLY crown He would ever receive from His ONLY child, He smiled at me...and oh those eyes.  He bent His head down, humbly, and I reached over and laid it on His head.  He raised His head and those eyes...those eyes said a million things at that moment, but they were all summed up in one feeling - honor.  He was honored with the crown...my measly crown that could have been so much more...should have been so much more.  But not to Jesus - not to my Jesus.  It was EVERYTHING to Him.  And I knew what He was saying to me....

"Arrie, we have five minutes before judgment....go back.  Live.  Love.  Share.  Obey.  Never, but NEVER regret the past because I will use it for My glory and your good.  There will NEVER be a moment wasted, but remember, only five minutes..."

Monday, September 5, 2011

TILES FOR AMERICA.BLOGSPOT.COM

Today while walking around Greenwich Village in NYC, we came across a memorial to those who lost their lives on 9-11-2001 at 7th Avenue and 11th Street.   A lady was standing near literally piles and piles and piles of tiles, encouraging anyone who walked by to help rehang the tiles.  You see, this memorial had been taken down immediately before Hurricane Irene hit, in an attempt to avoid any potential damage to the tiles, and now they are being rehung in time for the ten year anniversary of the tragedy that hit our nation on that fateful day.  I was both honored and privileged to be a part of rehanging these tiles.  My husband and I hung tiles for nearly an hour.  I also saw a tile made by Lorrie Veasey (who created this memorial - read about her and the memorial at the above bloodspot) that had my dear friend, "William Martin, Jr."'s name on it.  I was very curious when I got home as to how this came to be.  The title of this blog is where you can go and see its story.

In rehanging the tiles, I was blessed to meet some of the Villages residence, who like me, were hanging tiles.  I heard some stories of the memorial fence, how the city wants to build on its spot and how the people are working together with the city to come to some compromise...stories on how St. Vincent's hospital used to be there, and how the doctors and nurses stood outside the hospital on that day, waiting for any survivors to come and receive care; and how no one came...stories of different tiles, even a picture of the fence as it was prior to Irene.  Such togetherness....such pride....such a privilege to be a part of it.

 Inspired, I decided that my two children and I will go make a tile each, in memory of those who lost their lives, and then we will drive to the city to hang them on the fence...our way to put our healing touch on that fence.  Our hearts were broken, like much of this nation, on that day as we lost a very dear friend.  We have mourned, had memorial services, created the WJM Foundation (William J. Martin) which raises money annually to donate to various agencies that help needy families, written letters, cards, scrapbooked and much more...all in an attempt to heal our own broken hearts.  I believe that this, too, will provide some much needed healing for us and at the same time, honor those who have gone before us, many FAR before their time.

Sadly enough, St. Vincent's is no longer a functioning hospital, having shut their doors some years ago.  Also, sadly enough, Lorrie Veasey has been removed from the foundation that now runs this memorial.  I'm not sure really, but I think that sometimes we, sinful humans that we are, lose sight of the important stuff...like what the memorial is really about, and who started it, and who we are trying to honor and remember.  In the end, I guess, the only thing that IS important is that we NEVER forget all those people who died, many never being found....like our friend, Billy.

So, for Billy, and for the countless others that met their tragic end that fateful day, I remember.  I care.  I hung tiles.  I will make a tile to add.  I will NEVER forget, not ever, that this country is ONE in spirit, founded under ONE God and, God willing, will ALWAYS remain, the land of the free...and the home of the brave.

Here's to you, Billy!!!!





Monday, August 22, 2011

Straight to red....

Not much happening these days and boy is that good news! So I decided to write about Adams second day of kindergarten.

Prior to him entering the school, I went to the head mistress and closed her office door. She was concerned as I had never done that before. I told her to sit down and began to explain that my son was coming to kindergarten and that he was NOTHING like his sister, Raechyl. See, Rae is compliant, quiet, eager to please, honest, always thinking of the other person. Adam....not so much. My exact words to Dr. Midkiff were (and I quote), "buckle your seatbelt and put your helmet on!". She laughed that day, but not long after that she wasn't laughing anymore!

So, the second day of school I pick Adam up. He gets in with a mad face and his arms crossed, clearly angry at something. "what happened?" I asked. To which he replied, "I got a red light today". A red light I thought? That's odd. What happened to green and yellow??? And what had he done to get a red light? So I dared to ask, "Adam, did you start with a red light?" in an attempt to figure out what had happened. He replied, "no. I started with a green light. And went straight to red! Can you believe it! No yellow. She went straight to red!". Now he was indignant....as if the teacher was in the wrong. So I asked, "what did you do to get a red light?". And he replied, "all I did was hum....". Ok, I find that hard to believe. There HAD to be more. So I asked what happened BEFORE he hummed. He went on to tell me that he was talking and the teacher asked him to stop talking. So he started singing and she asked him to stop singing at which point he went right to humming. At this clear disregard of her authority and his disobedience she gave him a red light which means silence. I think he got the message.

....or did he? We got home and he walked straight to my mother and said, "Mina, YOU made me get a red light today!". She asked how SHE got HIM a red light (and by now I'm all ears because I want to know the same thing! So he explained, "You told me this morning not to talk, sing or laugh so I wouldn't get in trouble. You NEVER told me not to hum. Humming gets you a red light!"

Yes, that WAS indicative of my future with Adam. Within two more weeks he was in the head mistress' office. That next time.....

Friday, August 19, 2011

Ropes Course...

Yesterday at Jiminy Peak, my famiy decided to not only do the fun mountain coasters and bungee stuff, but to also pay the difference and also do the ropes course....me....not so much.  It wasn't even an issue of my shoulder being strong enough, it was totally an issue of my feet being WAY too far off the ground for my liking.

So, off we all went.  The first was the bungee-bouncee thingy (sounds like Raechyl, right?!)  Bungee cords on top of a trampoline and they strap you up and lift you and off you go - doing whatever aeronautics your mind can come up with...however in doing so, Adam nearly chucked....OK, 'nuf of the bouncy thingy.  Mountain coasters next.  Then alpine slides...we did a bunch of those things then had lunch (more card playing).  At 1:30 they went on the ropes course...for three hours.

Adam went for 2, Eric and Raechyl nearly 3.  Adam was the first down...with a bad attitude of course.  "Daddy yelled at me cuz I got tangled up in the cargo net...." (I'm sure that wasn't exactly what happened, but whatever).  So Adam and I went out and played while Eric and Rae finished the ropes course.  After another hour, Eric and Raechyl showed up....and Rae had rope burns on BOTH her arms!  Both were BEET red and sweating, like they had just run a marathon.  Whew!....is what I was thinking....thankful that I didn't sign up for the torture....I mean ropes course. 

After a few more rides, we decided to go to the lodge and have dinner.  Rae and I split a salad, Eric didn't eat at all and Adam had his usual....grilled cheese.  When Rae lifted the fork to have some salad, she winced..."Ouch!"...C'mon...really????  Then when she put the fork to the lettuce, another "ouch"...NO WAY!  And on and on it went.  It hurt to:  shuffle cards, deal cards, pick up a utensil, eat, drink, sit, stand, walk....you see how it went.  At this point, I had to check my pulse in my wrist to make sure I wasn't going to have an anurism listening to all this.  I'm pretty sure that my head hurt more than their arms and legs put together.  And if I wasn't careful, I was pretty sure that blood was going to start oozing out of all my facial orafices if they kept this up....

It is two days later and while Rae stopped complaining yesterday, Eric was hard at it this morning as he stretched for a run....(lol).  I must say that, knowing myself, I would still be unable to move or sleep or do much of anything, but don't tell them that.  It is way more fun to assure them that if I had done it, I would have been fine....

Until next time....