Tornado..

no joke.. I didnt know that was what was going on... thought it was a bad thunderstorm... but this is part of what the New Haven Register had to say..."...WETHERSFIELD — The National Weather Service says a Connecticut tornado that knocked out power and downed trees lasted three minutes, traveled 1.7 miles and packed winds between 80 and 90 mph.The tornado was estimated at EF-1 on the Enhanced Fujita Scale.The agency conducted ground and aerial surveys at Farmington and Wethersfield Saturday, a day after a narrow twister uprooted trees and flatted cornstalks in a field.Drivers in the Glastonbury-Hartford area reported being pelted with golfball-size hail, and heavy storm damage was reported in Farmington.Numerous trees were knocked down, and some were driven through houses, including a two-story house at Church and Garden streets in Old Wethersfield that was split in two. A steady stream of curious onlookers passed the house all weekend as crews worked on the debris."I had lima bean sized hail and as I drove in this to work (in the town where the actual tornado struck :P) I did see the clumps of larger hail on the side of the road...the sky was black as could be and the lightening was amazing (of course since I like lightening I was obvliviously not alarmed).I will try and send some pics of some of the trees that were tron down. It was easy to kind of brush this off as not such a big deal until I drove down "Wolcott Hill Road" in Wethersfield... 300 year old trees completely uprooted. The exposed part of the root masses were sometimes 12' in diameter. Other old trees have no limbs left... they look as though someone grabbed them and stripped off all the limbs and foliage..once again another reminder to make the most of each day, of each moment.... you never know when something whill change and your number will be up.Live your best life and Soak it all up.*hugs* Ren

Scrapbooked- YUP I really, really scrapbooked :P

It has been 3.5 years sinc eI last scrapbooked... Oh my how the time has quickly passed. I was losing my luster for it before I got sick and then once I was busy reassembling the pieces of my life scrapbooking didnt seem to have a place. I have been doing a lot of soul searching and I feel the need to Scrap once again... It's a visual jurmal of sorts, a colourful gratitude list and a way for me to keep note of the tiny and sometimes monumental things that are common occurances in life. :)

My gf Denise belongs to a group which challenges u to scrap to a word... the word was "good" and since it was an easy one I decided that I would use it in my layout on Bean...

the journalling reads:

"There was a time in that perfection waas not only wanted ( from myself) by me but something I wanted from all. In the years of being a Mom I have learned to embrace "GOOD NUF". Michaela has taught me to see dirty feet with grass blades stuck to them, not just as "GOOD NUF" but as a natural delight. I see this moment in time and I see her wearing her patch (doing what she hated but what ws required of her) and also doing her, summer, school work.

DIRTY FEET?? NOT an issue. Michaela strengthening her eyes and her mind?

"GOOD NUF" (and more!!)

:)

photo 6-06

journalling 6-09

Thanks for taking a peek :)

Dancing Queen :)

Friday night with local friends playing a dice game and drinking (well... they drank and I laughed ). Saturday going to see my surrogate hubby #2's new babies. (Jed and Trish had twins a couple days ago~ couldn't be happier for them all). Saturday afternoon a high school girlfriend came down from Massachusetts to spend some time with me and to go out dancing Saturday night. We had a nice time sitting in the sun out near the pool... drinking Sangria and laughing. I love how much better a day is when you spend it with someone who 'gets you'. Time with Jules is always fun. We could sit and talk for hours, we laugh and giggle, talk about the serious and the sexual. One of the few friends which I feel I could say anything to and she wouldn't feel any different about me... not someone who would even say that to make me feel more comfortable... she simply wouldn't feel differently. (what a blessing!!!)
After dinner we got ready and went to the capital to a new club. Has some very interesting decor and is on the more upscale side. One floor (top) is 80's type music, one is modern pop/techno mix and one is more of a martini lounge style with very high backed couches and interesting lil nooks. The first floor is also open to the outside and there is a nice patio, which was packed with people. The dance floor was desolate when we got there, and I was worried that I had chosen a dud of a place... damn! After a few drinks (which is far more than I would typically drink) I didn't care anymore and went with Jules (who by that point wasn't going to take no for an answer) to the dancefloor. Following with tradition: give us a song or two and suddenly there are people dancing! YAY! lol As the night wore on the parade of greasey hotdogs began. (I pick on Julie that she always attracts the greasey type of guys) We were both getting a great deal of attention, some not so bad and others not to our liking. The more attention we were getting I started to notice a big difference in the type of guys we were getting. Jules and her greasey hotdogs, who seemed to be nice, actually spoke to her and although they were grinding up against her were somewhat respectful.... if not protective. (Julie is 4'11 1/2"~ a tiny lil bit of a thing) ME? I got what I eventually ended up calling the Chihuahuas. I am tall for a female (just shy of 5'10") and when I dance I wear heels... so I am over six feet. I seemed to be attracting all the 'little men', that if a fella had a napoleon complex then he was all over me. My lil chicuahuas were not so respectful... one actually putting his face into my breasts (which got him a quick leave me the F alone), others thinking that as long as they were dancing their hands could go anywhere, others yet just so aggressively dancing with me that I nearly toppled onto Jules. It amazes me that people think that this is acceptable as long as they are at a club.... I doubt they act this way when they are at the grocery store or work... On the way home we decided that because she is so short she is seen as being delicate and needing to be taken care of and that because I am tall I not only don't need that but I need an overly aggressive approach.... LMAO. The other thing we have noticed, and this is not new, is that the darker the fella the more likely he will come my way. My skin is the whitest shade of white (and under the blacklights Jules tells me I glow ) thus making me a target yet again. I laughed when I told her that what my lil chihuahuas do is they stand above the dancefloor... peering out and they see me: taller than everyone else, glowing in my whiteness and seeming like I want the lil yappy ankle biters who attack always from behind. Perception is a funny thing... full of stories we tell ourselves and what we have been told by others, often based not on truth but on a feeling we had about a situation 'once upon a time'.So that having been said... I loved the night. It always feels good to dance. We definitely worked off a ton of calories (by the time we left we were both completely drenched). Lots of laughs, a great buzz and time with one of my best friends... who could ask for more?
Today is another day filled with friendship for me. Jules and I got up and had some nice quiet time talking, sat beside the pool and caught a few rays as my daughter was doing flips into the cool water. She left a lil while ago and I have another GF and her kids coming up to swim and spend time with us this afternoon.... THIS is what summer is about! Taking the time to relax and soak it all in... filling the days (and nights) with people that you care about and that care about you...
Be well, take care and soak it all in (it will be over before we know it).

Moonbounce :)

More kids birthday parties this weekend (along with grocery shopping, errands and a dinner with friends). Once again I find myself going from one childs birthday party to the next. I am struck by the fact that I limit the amount of yes responses we give to party invitations and yet how many parties there are to go to. Today there seemed to be a theme... it was the "moonbounce" theme. Both parties were for very young children, one a three year old and the onther (a family member) was for a 1 year old. As is to be expected the kids LOVED the moonbounce houses. They were jumping up and down and laughing with great abandon. I noticed how all the parents were kind of sitting about and talking but didn't seem to be having nearly the amount of fun as the kids... so what did I do? YUP! You guessed it! I untied my strappy sandals, removed them and crawled inside. Bouncing up and down as high as I could, lifting up my legs and tucking them to fall onto my bottom.. bouncing up again and onto my feet. It was great fun, actually as much fun as I remember from my own childhood (possibly more). At the first party, I got inside when all the kids had left but as soon as they saw an adult they all came pouring in. It was fun to see their surprise and welcome to having an adult play with them (never mind a mom!!). By the time I decided I needed another romp at the second party I got inside when there were already a half dozen little bodies bouncing around like Jumping Beans. The reaction at the second party was similar to the first, giggles and smiles and exclaimations of delight. There were a couple dads who got into the Moonbounce at the second party and were jumping around as well... it was great to see. There are so many lessons which we can learn from our kids not the least of which is that life should be fun... if we are more concerned with staying cool, looking good or with what others are thinking we limit our capacity for fun. Something I don't want to do... life is too short to limit the fun and too long if I don't allow myself any.

Sister :)

I absolutely adore my sister. Unfortunately she currently lives in Texas, and I only get to see her once a year (perhaps 2 or if I am lucky 3 days). She has lived there for what feels like an eternity and in actuality is about 3.5 years. She came out for what she fondly calls the "Northeast Tour". She flew into Jersey to spend a few days with friends, went into NYC for a bit, came to see us for a day in RhodeIsland, went to Mass to be with the rents and to see her 'old friends' and then came back to me for a day and a half. Insane itinerary but truly cramming in as much 'good stuff' as she can into the time she has. :)
This year I wasn't at my best, which completely sucks. I had been looking forward to this visit for so long and wanted to do all sorts of things with her. Instead it was a low key time and I needed to be grateful that I had the time I did with her, not resentful for the time I didn't get to have. Sounds like such an easy concept and there are times when it is so clear. I look in the direction of what I had planned and what really happened is different, but that is okay. This wasn't one of those times, perhaps because I (like her) wanted to cram as much into our short time together as possible. Perhaps because I can be a complete control freak. The good thing is that I was able to just sit and let things go as they were meant to be. I was given the gift of her company and THAT is what I really wanted. The 'doing' that I had wanted can be done another time, and if it isnt then thats okay too.
Ang is a great person, very spirited and much less reserved than I am. (some of you may be chuckling at that ) I value her perspectives and her inquizative nature.... I love that we are both 'seekers', both people who want to really know who a person is. What a persons dreams are and what makes them who they are. We both believe in the good of people, and that good people can do bad things, that it is all part of being human. Growing up I both resented her and felt responsible for her. Angie is 6.5 years younger than I am. I had that long to live my life as a single child, then she came along. I felt that I was always asked to watch her, that I was the one doing the chores while she played with her friends (luckily I think she kind of remembers it that way too). We joke that we were raised by two different sets of parents, mine were completely overbearing and overthe top and hers let her get away with too much. By the time she graduated high school I was already married, we didnt have a lot in common. As she struggled with college (and left) and the life changes which she experienced in the few years after, I became concerned that she was going to have a sad and empy life. She struggled a lot in those years and it was painful to watch (I can't imagine what it was like to go through it). I asked her to move away from our homestate and come to live with me. I told her that there were many more opportunities where I was and that by staying with us she could get her feet on the ground. Gratefully she did. She stayed here for about two years. There were trying times, but she was getting stronger and more sure of herself, it was great to see. Time went on and she moved out, but lived locally for a while. Then she transferred and moved to New Jersey (not knowing a soul), from there onto Texas. She has gotten her associates degree and has continued her education in other fields. Cant say enough about how much I respect her, how proud I am of her, how much I appreciate that I can talk to her about something and I dont have to give her the 'back story' (because she knows where I come from), love her unstoppable nature and her heart. It was a blessing to see her, I miss her terribly and will save my pennies until I can go out to Texas and spend some time in her 'neck of the woods'.
This is a big ramble and I am not even sure it makes any sense, but I am too tired to reread it and edit.
Blessings to all of you, take care and enjoy the moments you have.... dont look at them through the foggy lens of what you wanted them to be.
Ren

Rock Climbing :) Aug 08

Aug 18,08 Rock Climbing.....

Fear is something best served without fanfare or anticipation. I have had a fear of heights since I was a kid. I was on an amusement ride and was being tobbled by its rolling. My feet and lower legs kept falling out the "window" and eventually tangled and were stuck, as the vessile moved. After much screaming on my part the ride needed to be stopped and they had to extricate me from the ride. Not good! So from that day forward I have had a fear of heights. It has gotten greater as time has passed, as fears often do. I have gotten tot he point where if I were to go into a building which has an open courtyard ,and then floors above it to look into it, if the railing system is clear (glass) I cannot stand near it. I walk to the outer edge near the walls. *sigh... so frustrating * This fear has irritated me for a long time, it seems so silly to me. I have tried to talk myself out of it (which didnt work) I have tried to confront it (which made me sick) it isnt something which alters my life on a daily basis but something which makes me feel out of control (in a bad way). SO.... I had thought about skydiving this year... I figure its one step and then I have no choice but to fall. The fear would be looked at squarely and seen for nothing more than that. You may have noticed that its August and I haven't been yet... ummm, yeah prob not gonna happen this year. lol I have recently met a woman who has been climbing for 12 years or so. She's awesome!!! She invited me to go. I said yes! Definitely!!! There was no hesitation to my reply, I have wanted to rock climb and I also want to get rid of this fear. Saturday we went. I was so excited, but didnt allow myself to really think about it much, as I didnt want to get myself nervous before the moment came for me to start. Watching Carol set up the webs and tie off the anchors was great. She was generous with her knowledge and answered all my questions... I couldn't ask enough of them. I was so intrigued and wanted to know everything, from how to tie the knots to what things were called and what the differences of the equipment were. Then the moment came... sigh. You can see in the pic that I am about ready to be ill.... I was very scared but I didnt come all that way to not face this thing (it wasnt even a thought in my mind to not do it). I was sitting on the very edge at that moment.... the last moments when you triple check your harness and safety lines. It was the last time I was facing out into the trees and the last time I had something horizontal under my feet. Carol talked me through my fear and off the edge. Once she got me to straighten my legs and get my butt down as low as them I was happy as a clam. It was thrilling beyond belief... and going down is easy! I bounced and hopped my way down, enjoying the ride. feeling great because I was able to relax into the motions and let the system do the brunt of the work for me. Absolutely thrilling. When we all got to the base it was time to climb back up.... okay I was ready!!! yippee!! After readying the system taking out the slack and starting to climb I came to a plce where I was stuck and my feet started to slip. (Holy SHIT!!!!) Carol had me let go of the wall... talk about a moment when you have to trust. I did and then I got back into position, determine dto climb the whole wall. It took me a while but I did it!! All me fears of falling, all my fears of slipping, fears of what "could happen", "will likely happen" slipping away as I reached the top. Once there I repelled down again.... oh what an amazing feeling. The relief of years of fear being rinsed from me. We moved anchor and did the same thing a bit further down pinnicle rock....just awesome!!! I cant wait to go again, anyone game?????
First climb was 100 verticle feet 5.6 degree od difficulty second was 90 feet with a 5.7 degree of difficulty.
as the quote goes.... " the only thing we have to fear is fear itself!!!...."