Friday, June 26, 2009
Chowing down on a carrot, his favorite treat.
When Mike and I moved into our first house two years ago, he came to live with us. We have enjoyed sharing our home with such a funny, unique little guy!
He had many homes, starting with the nature center in the camp I worked at in college, then lived with my mom for several years, with intermittent stops at babysitter Dee's house. He had them both trained by squealing loudly any time either of them opened the fridge door in order to get a treat, but oddly enough knew not to do it with the husbands - or me, for that matter. I guess he knew we weren't softies!!
He is now buried beneath our bedroom window, keeping company with some vining plants. Rest in Peace, Howard!
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
For someone who doesn't like raw tomatoes, I sure do grow a lot of them! But Mike eats them raw and has been enjoying snacking on them, and if I can ever stop making salsa, I'm going to try my hand at making a tomato sauce.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
I clipped that quote out of a magazine earlier today, not really knowing why. I pondered it while I went about my day, thinking about how it applied to my life. I feel that I have changed and grown so much as a person over the past year - I have learned how to get both a six-year old and a sixteen-year old to do what I want by getting them to think it was their idea. I have finally learned how to not let people take advantage of me. I have learned how to deal with impossible people. I have learned that not everyone who is friendly to me is my friend. But one goal I have struggled with is to become fearless. I know that I tend to be fearful of the what-if's and how-to's of this life, and I thought that if I could eliminate fear, life would be much easier.
There are many people in my life who I see as fearless, one of them being my dear aunt, Debbie Cook. She faced cancer with what I percieved as absolute fearlessness. Even before her diagnosis, she lived a life that was far from easy, but she always carried a sense of grace and peace about her. She fought the cancer that attacked her body for far longer than any doctor predicted. She was told to get her affairs in order countless times. But what I mistook for fearlessness I now think was actually fierce-ness. I am certain that she experienced her share of fear, but she was willing and able to overcome that fear in order to live her life with a sense of fullness. She was a Godly, lovely woman whom I greatly looked up to, and even though she is no longer living on this Earth, her legacy will continue - all because she was FIERCE.
And so for the next school year, my personal goal will be to overcome my timidity in order to accomplish that which I find necessary - in short, to be fierce.
Monday, June 08, 2009
I come from a long line of brave women. My "Grandma B." is one of them. She will try just about anything once, including riding in my cousin's hovercraft!
I can tell what she's thinking: "What will this do to my hair?!?"