There I was, driving down the road with kids in tow, thinking to myself how wonderful it feels to have so many people wishing me Happy Birthday by text and on Facebook, when WHAM! Out of nowhere, on a perfectly boring road, I made a mistake that could have cost a life. How could I have done that? What is wrong with me? Questions flood my brain; that nasty voice starts in with the beration.
But, you know what? It was a mistake. Everyone makes them. Why is it that I get so emotional and want to immediately cut myself off from society?
I really don't have the answer...I'm done for today.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Today's Highlights
In my ears: KJ52 on the nano
In my grip: the jogging stoller
On my mind: 120 students to call by Thursday
On the menu: Indian Chicken with Basmati Rice, Chocolate Banana brownies for dessert
Wishing: I could keep it all together...
In my grip: the jogging stoller
On my mind: 120 students to call by Thursday
On the menu: Indian Chicken with Basmati Rice, Chocolate Banana brownies for dessert
Wishing: I could keep it all together...
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Wear RED on FRIDAYS
This is from an email I received. Wear RED on FRIDAYS if you love your country, THIS country - America, and God.
"Last week, while traveling to Chicago on business, I noticed a Marine sergeant traveling with a folded flag, but did not put two and two together..
After we boarded our flight, I turned to the sergeant, who'd been invited to sit in First Class (across from me), and inquired if he was heading home.
No, he responded.
Heading out I asked?
No. I'm escorting a soldier home.
Going to pick him up?
No... He is with me right now. He was killed in Iraq, I'm taking him home to his family.
The realization of what he had been asked to do hit me like a punch to the gut. It was an honor for him. He told me that, although he didn't know the soldier, he had delivered the news of his passing to the soldier's family and felt as if he knew them after many conversations in so few days.
I turned back to him, extended my hand, and said, Thank you. Thank you for doing what you do so my family and I can do what we do...
Upon landing in Chicago the pilot stopped short of the gate and made the following announcement over the intercom.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to note that we have had the honor of having Sergeant Steeley of the United States Marine Corps join us on this flight. He is escorting a fallen comrade back home to his family. I ask that you please remain in your seats when we open the forward door to allow Sergeant Steeley to deplane and receive his fellow soldier. We will then turn off the seat belt sign."
Without a sound, all went as requested. I noticed the sergeant saluting the casket as it was brought off the plane, and his action made me realize that I am proud to be an American.
So here's a public Thank You to our military Men and Women for what you do so we can live the way we do.
Red Fridays.
Very soon, you will see a great many people wearing Red every Friday. The reason? Americans who support our troops used to be called the "silent majority." We are no longer silent, and are voicing our love for God, country and home in record breaking numbers. We are not organized, boisterous or overbearing.
Many Americans, like you, me and all our friends, simply want to recognize that the vast majority of Americans support our troops. Our idea of showing solidarity and support for our troops with dignity and respect starts this Friday -- and continues each and every Friday until the troops all come home, sending a deafening message that ... Every red-blooded American who supports our men and women a far, will wear something red.
By word of mouth, press, TV -- let's make the United States on every Friday a sea of red - much like a homecoming football game in the bleachers. If every one of us who loves this country will share this with acquaintances, coworkers, friends, and family, it will not be long before the USA is covered in RED and it will let our troops know the once "silent" majority is on their side more than ever, certainly more than the media lets on.
The first thing a soldier says when asked "What can we do to make things better for you?" is "We need your support and your prayers." Let's get the word out and lead with class and dignity, by example, and wear something red every Friday. "
"Last week, while traveling to Chicago on business, I noticed a Marine sergeant traveling with a folded flag, but did not put two and two together..
After we boarded our flight, I turned to the sergeant, who'd been invited to sit in First Class (across from me), and inquired if he was heading home.
No, he responded.
Heading out I asked?
No. I'm escorting a soldier home.
Going to pick him up?
No... He is with me right now. He was killed in Iraq, I'm taking him home to his family.
The realization of what he had been asked to do hit me like a punch to the gut. It was an honor for him. He told me that, although he didn't know the soldier, he had delivered the news of his passing to the soldier's family and felt as if he knew them after many conversations in so few days.
I turned back to him, extended my hand, and said, Thank you. Thank you for doing what you do so my family and I can do what we do...
Upon landing in Chicago the pilot stopped short of the gate and made the following announcement over the intercom.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to note that we have had the honor of having Sergeant Steeley of the United States Marine Corps join us on this flight. He is escorting a fallen comrade back home to his family. I ask that you please remain in your seats when we open the forward door to allow Sergeant Steeley to deplane and receive his fellow soldier. We will then turn off the seat belt sign."
Without a sound, all went as requested. I noticed the sergeant saluting the casket as it was brought off the plane, and his action made me realize that I am proud to be an American.
So here's a public Thank You to our military Men and Women for what you do so we can live the way we do.
Red Fridays.
Very soon, you will see a great many people wearing Red every Friday. The reason? Americans who support our troops used to be called the "silent majority." We are no longer silent, and are voicing our love for God, country and home in record breaking numbers. We are not organized, boisterous or overbearing.
Many Americans, like you, me and all our friends, simply want to recognize that the vast majority of Americans support our troops. Our idea of showing solidarity and support for our troops with dignity and respect starts this Friday -- and continues each and every Friday until the troops all come home, sending a deafening message that ... Every red-blooded American who supports our men and women a far, will wear something red.
By word of mouth, press, TV -- let's make the United States on every Friday a sea of red - much like a homecoming football game in the bleachers. If every one of us who loves this country will share this with acquaintances, coworkers, friends, and family, it will not be long before the USA is covered in RED and it will let our troops know the once "silent" majority is on their side more than ever, certainly more than the media lets on.
The first thing a soldier says when asked "What can we do to make things better for you?" is "We need your support and your prayers." Let's get the word out and lead with class and dignity, by example, and wear something red every Friday. "
We are shackled...
Debt has my family in chains.
I am drawn to adoption and I wish I could post a picture of the beautiful twins I found that desperately need a home before they age out of the system in Russia. [Email me if you would like to read more about the boys.]
However, although we have paid off about $6,000 in debt this year despite a downturn in the economy and in D.'s field in particular, we still struggle to make ends meet each month. I can't even contemplate adding on the cost of adopting a pet, much less the extortionistic price of bringing home two boys from a foreign country.
We have paid off the debt by chunking down big checks received (tax refund and escrow account overage), but on a monthly basis, we only make about $400 over the maximum allowed in order to take advantage of state services like free health care for the kids.
I'm tired of the debt and I'm on the warpath against it. Do you have any suggestions? Sign my guestbook, leave me a comment, email, etc.
I am drawn to adoption and I wish I could post a picture of the beautiful twins I found that desperately need a home before they age out of the system in Russia. [Email me if you would like to read more about the boys.]
However, although we have paid off about $6,000 in debt this year despite a downturn in the economy and in D.'s field in particular, we still struggle to make ends meet each month. I can't even contemplate adding on the cost of adopting a pet, much less the extortionistic price of bringing home two boys from a foreign country.
We have paid off the debt by chunking down big checks received (tax refund and escrow account overage), but on a monthly basis, we only make about $400 over the maximum allowed in order to take advantage of state services like free health care for the kids.
I'm tired of the debt and I'm on the warpath against it. Do you have any suggestions? Sign my guestbook, leave me a comment, email, etc.
Are you awake?
I'm not sure anyone in this country is awake.
I just jogged over to a friend's house, with my son in the stroller.
I left my son at my friend's home and jogged home with an empty stroller.
Ten vehicles passed me, including two state agency trucks and one neighbor in a Hum-V.
One bicyclist passed me.
I did not get one single strange look.
Not one person stopped to ask why I was pushing an empty stoller.
Have we become so "tolerant", so intent on "accepting others for who they are", that we don't even bother to question abnormalities and strange occurences?
I crossed a canal on my way home and this is about the point that the bicyclist ambled past. What if I had dumped my newborn into the rushing water because I'm suffering from PPD?
Nope. Not even one raised eyebrow.
I am appalled!!!
I just jogged over to a friend's house, with my son in the stroller.
I left my son at my friend's home and jogged home with an empty stroller.
Ten vehicles passed me, including two state agency trucks and one neighbor in a Hum-V.
One bicyclist passed me.
I did not get one single strange look.
Not one person stopped to ask why I was pushing an empty stoller.
Have we become so "tolerant", so intent on "accepting others for who they are", that we don't even bother to question abnormalities and strange occurences?
I crossed a canal on my way home and this is about the point that the bicyclist ambled past. What if I had dumped my newborn into the rushing water because I'm suffering from PPD?
Nope. Not even one raised eyebrow.
I am appalled!!!
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