Friday, October 27, 2006

It's Friday!

* The soup in a bread bowl from Quizno's are mighty tasty.

* Rain and cold are a terrible combination. I can deal with the coldness better than the wetness.

* The Cardinals just need to win one more game to claim the World Series. (I appreciate ABC and CBS deciding they didn't want to compete with FOX last night. I missed my friends in Seattle, but it's worth waiting since the Redbirds were busy winning a basebal game.)

* I hear the waves on Jacksonville Beach calling my name. I'll probably be able to hear them better when I'm sitting on the balcony of my dad's second-floor balcony tonight ... and tomorrow, and Sunday, and Monday, and part of Tuesday.

Sunday, October 22, 2006

One room down ...

The wood walls are now beneath drywall and paint (a pale yellow called Sunrise Beach). Our bedroom is back together again, but that spurred other projects in the house, like organizing the office and trying to find homes for the old furniture. And I love the bedroom so much that I want to redo other rooms in the house -- but that's going to have wait until we save up more funds!

Friday, October 20, 2006

Go red team!

My husband woke up singing "We are the Champions" this morning. Then he started singing other things to the same tune. (He does this with "Frosty the Snowman" sometimes too. But I'm not sure of the motivation behind that one!) Meanwhile, I'm wearing a red sweater jacket thing.

OK, so we're in the Cardinals spirit. The St. Louis Cardinals. (Not the Louisville Cardinals, if there was any confusion in your mind.)

Yes, it is still baseball season. Welcome to October.

I ate chili this week, layered my clothes and turned on the heat. Football games will be on this weekend. But so will baseball, thanks to Yadier Molina and Jeff Suppan. Oh, and I also appreciate Carlos Beltran striking out on three pitches with the bases loaded in the bottom of the ninth in Game 7 of the National League Championship Series. And then there's Adam Wainwright who threw those pitches. Yeah, we still have Albert Pujols and his one RBI for the series. We'll take them all to Detroit.

Really I'm just hoping for anything but a sweep like two years ago. Yeah, the Red Sox broke their curse, but, seriously, the Cardinals can't make a habit of letting American League teams use them to make history.

Oh, and for the record, I'll take Jose Reyes on my team. I have had in on fantasy teams the last two seasons, and I'd take him again. He's fun to watch. He hits. He steals. He dances in the dugout. And the crowd sings a version of "Ole, Ole, Ole" with his name. And he has cool hair.

Thursday, October 19, 2006

High-tech conversations ... with my car

I knew it was about time to get the oil in my car changed. So I made a mental note to do that. Well, not eight hours later, my dashboard lit up a message: "Change oil." Wow. The car is smart. I knew it was time. 3,000 miles. But apparently the computerized gadgets can tell by the temperature of the oil that it's time for new stuff.

So I got my oil changed. The light didn't go off.

OK, that's annoying. If my Alero is smart enough to know it's time to change the oil, it really should be smart enough to know when the oil has been changed. Yeah, I must be a little anal retentive, in case you didn't know. I wanted the light off. I had take care of my 3,000-mile commitment. And my car should know it.

I read in the manual that I have to reset the light. OK, surely I can handle that. Well, before I have a chance to push the reset button on the driver's side panel, I had another message: "Low tire pressure." Um, OK. my tires need a little air, no big deal. Well, Greg put a little in them the other day, so I could reset the system and turn the lighted messages off until next time.

No such luck. I did EXACTLY what the manual said to do. Apparently my car is confused. Or maybe it just isn't as smart as I think it is.

Then I have to wonder if I just wouldn't be better off without the technology for my car to tell me things. Normally, I'd like the openness, but in this case, I wish those silly lights would just go off. How I am supposed to know the next time a message lights up that the Alero isn't just crying wolf.

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

BEING ...

One of the major reasons why we fail to find happiness or to create a unique lifestyle is because we have not yet mastered the art of being.

While we are home our thoughts are still absorbed with solving the challenges we faced at the office. And when we are at the office we find ourselves worrying about problems at home.

We go through the day without really listening to what others are saying to us. We may be hearing the words, but we aren't absorbing the message.

As we go through the day we find ourselves focusing on past experiences or future possibilities. We are so involved in yesterday and tomorrow that we never even notice that today is slipping by.

We go through the day rather than getting something from the day. We are everywhere at any given moment in time except living in that moment in time.

Lifestyle is learning to be wherever you are.

Lifestyle is developing a unique focus on the current moment, and drawing from it all of the substance and wealth of experience and emotions that it has to offer.

Lifestyle is taking time to watch a sunset.

Lifestyle is listening to silence.

Lifestyle is capturing each moment so that it becomes a new part of what we are and of what we are in the process of becoming.

Lifestyle is not something we do; it is something we experience and until we learn to be there, we will never master the art of living well.

-- Jim Rohn, motivational speaker

Sunday, October 15, 2006

In East Tennessee ...

There is entirely too much orange -- even with it's UT's bye week. Yes, my niece and nephew were among those sporting the obnoxious color in support of the Vols. We went to this fall festival thing at this nice park in Maryville. (That's where Greg's brother Charles and his wife Angela and their two kids live. It's near Knoxville ... obviously!) And Elijah and Ethne were enamored with their balloons. They held on tight, even though they were tied to stroller!


We drove near the Smoky Mountains in the foothills. We didn't actually drive up in them because we new the closer we got to the tourist traps, the most traffic there would be with so many people on fall break. BUT we still wanted to see a little of the beauty. So much more pleasing on the eyes than the orange mentioned earlier.


When we took a break to see the sites, Elijah took a few minutes to run -- and Gran-Gran, as Elijah calls Peggy, quickly joined in.

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

fearfully and wonderfully made

For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place. When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. --Psalm 139:13-16

I started reading a book that was passed along to me by a dear friend who understands this phase of life I'm in. For the record, I hate the word infertility. Using it sounds like I'm characterizing something as not possible. Unlikely. OK. But I have too many friends with stories to tell me completely possible. Even so, I liked some of what I've read in the early part of the book.

In the book "Infertility: A Survival Guide for Couples and Those Who Love Them," Cindy Lewis Dake (and her husband) tells her story and includes pieces of other women's stories. In the first chapter, one women says: "... I have wondered, 'What have I done that would make God not give me a baby? Am I somehow unfit, and he's protecting an innocent life from me? Is there some sin I haven't confessed?'"

Then Dake goes on to say: "Infertility cuts us off from each other, but mostly it cuts us off from the self we used to know and the dreams we grew up with. ... Unconsciously, part of my dream was the expectation that I'd be in control of where, when and how I became a mother."

Apparently I'm not alone in the emotions associated with trying and hoping.

"Women have a tendency to find their value in the roles they assume. Where men often find value in the work they do, their wives find value in who they see themselvesto be. ... Yet God never once said that he places value on what we do, who we are, what roles we manage to secure, or the number of children we produce."

Monday, October 9, 2006

Really, that's his name ...


Greg and I saw this billboard during a pit stop in Beaver Dam on our way to Lexington on Friday afternoon. We laughed about it all weekend. And, no, he's not a radiation expert, as his name may suggest. Otolaryngology is a fancy word for ear, nose and throat specialist.

Monday, October 2, 2006

build new things

You see things build and watch them end
All I want is to be your friend
Life is too short to play games
Make false claims
Live under chance so
Build new things with our plans
Slowly now give me your hand
First I take a little then I give a lot to you

--Jackopierce's "Get to Know Me Better"

October is a month of transition. This is when leaves change. Football is getting underway and baseball is at its most exciting time. (Who cares how the Cardinals made the playoffs ... They made it. Thanks, Braves.) I got sunburned yesterday, but I'm hoping I'm breaking out the layered look before long.

Really, though, I'm hoping I can rely on the transition around me to transform my attitude toward life. I need to continue giving up control. I also want to remember that there is more than one purpose in life. Too often I get wrapped up in one thing. That one things may change, but still I limit life.

But I need to realize that my heart, my life, my mind are bigger than that, more accommodating than that. To think our lives are limited to one purpose sort of makes this all a waste.

Sunday, October 1, 2006

From the camera card: The Bedroom

On a humid afternoon about a week ago, some wallpaper like material that covers our walls started peeling off our bedroom wall in large sheets. I've been wanting to paint and we just ordered new furniture, so the timing wasn't that bad. So Greg started taking the rest of this weekend ...


Yes, that's wood. Our walls our wood. No drywall. Just wood. It's solid, but not exactly a material suitable for painting. Hey, gotta love old houses and all the projects they inspire!

From the camera card: Yard Sale

The real estate venture prompted me to have a yard sale. That's what happens when a house bought at foreclosure still has a lot of junk/treasures in it. Anyway, after hours and hours of sorting to have all this stuff for sale one beautiful Saturday morning (Sept. 16, aka the citywide yard sale), I was left with $361.55 and less stuff.


(The black Santa went for $2. I had no doubt it would sell.)


And here's what it looked like in my front yard ...



On a real estate note: Greg has decided not to take the assistant commonwealth attorney job in which he was planning to transition in January. He loves this real estate stuff too much. And he'll keep doing lawyering on the side.

From the camera card: Milla

These are from when we were in Louisville at the end of August and in early September.

I'm sure whatever she wanted from Uncle Greg, she got. Who can resist that adorable face? I'm sure the sweat is the result from running around, dancing or entertaining of some sort. That's what a 2 1/2-year-old is good at and what an aunt and uncle encourage!


We celebrated Poppy's birthday in late August, and Milla helped unwrapp the present.


With Kevin and Cassie living at my mom's place these days, Greg and I slept on an air mattress, which doubled as a great toy for Milla. Here she and Greg are jumping on it.


Even Milla has some down time. Here she is reading a book with her dad. Notice the plastic stick she's holding: She called it a violin and then showed me the motion of the bow. Close. I'm impressed she knew the concept of a violin.