Journal entry Church was so nice today the Bishop touched our heart's deeply w/ his message and the stake leaders were so powerful and inspiring (it was our ward conference)--I have heard R's message he gave 4-5 times now and still get something out of it. My friend Tori sang 'This is the Christ' as a solo, she is so talented! It was powerful and touching. I like when I sit beside her in meetings or choir cause when I sing I tell myself I sound just like her (Huh hum) well I can dream:) Yesterday we went to a wedding this sweet lady is in her 80's and met her groom while doing mission work in Mexico and they fell in love--She puts me to shame w/ her energy and drive. It was so sweet she cried through the whole thing-- it was all in Spanish but I understood some of it. Flowers from outside temple
We also went to a Single Adult conference thet R had responsibilities for- Too many to count gave a workshop on parenting and was awesome! I caught the tail end and it was so good and the people responded well. the whole Conference went so well so many people worked so hard the dinner was tasty and cute the speakers were so good I felt very lifted up and it wasn't even for me.
We also celebrated my sisters b--day this week at Mancusco's, good Italian food I liked my manicotti and I liked my Cannolli better than the one from little Italy in NYC shocking isn't it!!!!!
I have so much to say, what a couple of month's this has been. Part of me wonders if we even had Christmas this year? Time seemed to stop from the time our house flooded mid December and I have just been functioning on the thing that needed to be done in the next few hours.(and blogging makes me forget what I need to do sometimes so I have a schedule now that will hopefully be better for that. I have been sick like 5-6 times since the first of January w/ all different things that are boring to everyone Including me and just find it bothersome.
Traveling 2X's has been fun but I guess that added to being sick I so enjoyed spending time w/ my siblings. I think being close to one's siblings takes some effort i would love to be close to all of mine but... all I can do is try
I can hardly believe Z's senior year is almost over. My Children are all so different from each other in how they enjoy things and react to things. Z is so kind, and easy going.and senior year is more of a marking time than fun or angst like some kids. I have this quilt project going for the RS Birthday and I fear it is way more than I can handle my regular helpers are not available the few I have are so amazing but I need a bit of a miracle if I we are to get 13 quilts made in less than 2 weeks I know I got too late of a start --I do not know what I was thinking (I wasn't thinking) )that is the problem. I need to get my flower beds going maybe I can use some YW this week they are doing a fund raiser for camp. Maybe they can help me clean and get ready for the 'neighbors group' garage sale in a couple of weeks. My mom is getting things mixed up some and I need to gain more patience in responding to her. I kept wondering why I just couldn't accomplish much lately but since I went to the Dr on Fri and on antibiotics I feel sooooo much better and energized but they tear up my stomach. Well I'd better close for now I need to go p/u my sister who is getting out of the hospital.
Each day comes bearing its own gifts. Untie the ribbons! ************ "Joy is what happens when we allow ourselves to recognize how good things really are." **************
"A vigorous five-mile walk will do more good for an unhappy but otherwise healthy adult than all the medicine and psychology in the world." --Paul Dudley White
************ "Now if you are going to win any battle you have to do one thing. You have to make the mind run the body. Never let the body tell the mind what to do. The body will always give up. It is always tired in the morning, noon, and night. But the body is never tired if the mind is not tired." - George S. Patton, U.S. Army General, 1912 Olympian
108 miles walking 7 yoga class 6 weight session 2 water aerobics class 15 mins arc 2 mile running Top Ten in YMCA Tour de Texas actually #5
May Workout stats
8 Yoga Classes 8weight sessions 82 miles walking 90 minutes on the new arc cardio machine
April Workout Stats
8 Yoga Classes 7 40 minute weight sessions 74 miles walking 5 miles biking 1 Zumba class
March work out Stats
49 miles walking 10 1 hour yoga classes 9 40 min weight sessions
February "Heart Month" Work out Stats
45 miles walking 5 yoga class 5weight session
January Workout stats
48miles walking 4 yoga classes 4weight sessions 5.5 miles cycling
December Workout Stats
36 miles 7 yoga classes 5 weight session
November Workout stats
56 miles walking 5 miles biking 4 yoga classes 4 weight sessions
October Workout Stats
68 miles walking 5 yoga class 5 weight session
September 2010 Workout Stats
80 miles Walking 6 yoga class 1 balletone class 6weight session 115min bike 15 miles 5 min elliptical
Poem: “Welcome to Holland” by Emily Perl Kingsley
I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It’s like this… When you’re going to have a baby, it’s like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It’s all very exciting. After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, “Welcome To Holland”. “Holland?!?” you say, “What do you mean “Holland”??? I signed up for Italy! I’m supposed to be in Italy. All my life I’ve dreamed of going to Italy” But there’s been a change in the flight plan. They’ve landed in Holland and there you must stay. The important thing is that they haven’t taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It’s just a different place. So you must go and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met. It’s just a different place. It’s slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you’ve been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around…and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills…Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts. But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy…and they’re all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say “Yes that’s where I was supposed to go. That’s what I had planned”. And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away…because the loss of that dream is a very significant loss. But…if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn’t get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things…about Holland.