Saturday, June 9, 2012
All in one place; 46 more to go!
1. Live in a third world country for an extended period of time (a minimum of one year)
2. Ride in a Hot Air Balloon
3. Play a musical object (and do it well)
4. Rescue a dog
5. See a Stepping competition live
6. Cross the border, like my parents did.
7. Walk/Run a Marathon
8. Donate an organ or bone marrow
9. Road-trip up and down California
10. Go to Disney World
11. Go to the World Cup
12. Meet Shakira
13. Make a scrapbook, for myself
14. Take a week long hike in the wilderness
15. Learn to surf
16. Meet [at least] one of my sponsored children
17. Have a husband and kids
18. Own a home
19. Work close enough to walk or ride a bike from my house
20. Visit the jungle
21. See the grand canyon
22. Visit all the national parks in the US
23. Speak on the floor of congress
24. Have my own compost/garden
25. See a broadway musical
26. Go to Greece
27. Learn sign language
28. Get my tattoo
29. Have a picnic on the beach
30. Fly a plane
31. Help find a cure for cancer
32. Go a year without eating chocolate
33. Obtain a Master's in Nursing
34. Own a home with a porch swing.
35. Pick apples from an apple farm
36. Have long nails (as a result of not biting my nails)
37. Do a solo skydive
38. Live in a big city
39. Gallop on a horse
40. Have a date on a playground
41. Be the MOH in a wedding
42. Fill up my passport with stamps from different countries (See a lot of countries)
43. Go fishing and catch a fish!
44. Cut my hair, way above my shoulders
45. Dye my hair a drastic color
46. Learn to sow and sow a dress for myself
47. Learn to knit/crochet and as a result knit a scarf and crochet a Kleenex box cover (like the one my grandma made for me)
48. Own a DSLR camera
49. Work at the Post Office (I better start trying now, before the USPS closes down!)
50. Go to the Zoo
51. Climb Half Dome
52. Travel all 215 miles of the John Muir Trail
53. Visit all seven continents
54. Get a skydiving license
Thursday, March 8, 2012
more on this subject, coming soon
we are all children of the same universe-let's not let money and politics stop us from caring for each other. #compassion #kindness #love
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
as I become an avid hiker and adventure seeker
. . .I learn about more things I want to do
52. Travel all 215 miles of the John Muir Trail
53. Visit all seven continents
54. Get a skydiving license
52. Travel all 215 miles of the John Muir Trail
53. Visit all seven continents
54. Get a skydiving license
Monday, January 9, 2012
I think I left off at. . .48
48. Own a DSLR camera
49. Work at the Post Office (<--I better start trying now, before the USPS closes down!)
50. Go to the zoo
(I hadn't updated my list since November 2010 Now that I think about it, some of those items can be crossed off! I'll have to update myself in that regard soon!)
49. Work at the Post Office (<--I better start trying now, before the USPS closes down!)
50. Go to the zoo
(I hadn't updated my list since November 2010 Now that I think about it, some of those items can be crossed off! I'll have to update myself in that regard soon!)
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Because I will always remember
I've been trying to find a way to remember and honor the men and women who gave their lives on September 11, 2001 and the men and women who sacrificed themselves since that tragic morning. . .I'll be running a 5k on Saturday morning-and I'll be wearing a picture of one of the firefighters who died on September 11th. I've decided to spend the weekend at home: reading, reflecting and giving thanks.
Many of us can answer the question, "Where were you on 9/11?"
I know I can.
It was 6:00am in California, when my brother Andy and I stood in front of the television in his bedroom; completely confused. We watched ABC News 10 every single morning as we got ready for school. We'd usually be home alone; Andy would turn up the volume on the television so I could hear it across the hall. On that morning, as we stood waiting for the weather forecast, we were told that an airplane had been hijacked and flown into the World Trade Center. We stood, dumbfounded as they showed a clip of the burning tower. And then, on the live feed, minutes later, we saw a second plane hit the other tower. I looked at Andy and he looked at me. . .what was going on? I was 13 and to be honest, I had no idea what the World Trade Center was. We watched. And listened. And gasped. And watched. And listened. And then I walked to the bus stop and Andy walked to school. At the bus stop, a bunch of us talked, immaturely, about what we would do if we knew we were going to die. I am ashamed to admit: most of us were laughing and joking around, not grasping the effects the attacks would have on our world. We got to school. Went to class. Watched the planes crash into the towers, over and over and over again. Then, in third period, it hit me: Ez was in New York City. Ezgar, my brother, my hero, was in NYC where buildings were collapsing. Ez and his girlfriend at the time, Maiko, were touring the city together. And he could have well been on a tour of the World Trade Centers. I walk out of my classroom to the office. I had to call my mom-but of course, she was still at work. She had no idea what was going on in New York City. When I couldn't call my parents- I stood in the office at Teel Middle School, crying my eyes out. I'd have to wait to go home to explain to my mom what was going on and then attempt to contact Ez or pray that he'd called and left a message. For the rest of the day, in most of my classes, we sat and watched the news. I'd watch and then leave to cry in the bathroom. I prayed that the day would end and that Ez was safe. I don't remember how or when we got into contact with Ezgar-but he said they'd left their hotel in Manhattan on the evening of September the 10th, for a quick road trip to Philadelphia (Ezgar told me recently that we'd convinced Maiko to drive out there with him, so that he could run up the stairs in Philly and feel like Rock Balboa). He was safe, thank God.
For the next few days, I joined the thousands across the country in prayers for those that were killed, for those who had lost a loved one, for the firefighters of New York City and for those in the military. The local radio station had some sort of special in the days following 9/11 and I sat in the front yard, listening to the radio while praying and wanting to do something to help. I remember hearing someone I knew (from my days as an Empire Eagles Cheerleader) on the radio. She was in the Air Force and she was calling our community to action. She told us that now was the time to join together with our neighbors to support our country and our soldiers-they played her clip over and over for the next couple of days-and I remember thinking, "Wow, people are really coming together, this is beautiful. I hope this lasts"
It did, for a couple of months.
President Obama reminded us in his address to the nation the night Osama bin Laden was captured and killed that "On September 11, 2001, in our time of grief, the American people came together. We offered our neighbors a hand, and we offered the wounded our blood. We reaffirmed our ties to each other, and our love of community and country. On that day, no matter where we came from, what God we prayed to, or what race or ethnicity we were, we were united as one American family."
Will this 10 year anniversary bring us together again?
Thoughts to ponder.
I found Time's Special Commemorative Issue "Beyond 9/11" in my mailbox today. It's definitely a tear jerker. I couldn't read more than two pages before getting chocked up and emotional. . .It's been a good read thus far. The issue contains no advertising and is predominately in black and white, displaying "Portraits of Resilience"
Here, you'll find the closing paragraph of Kurt Andersen article as he reflects on how we've changed in this decade since 9/11. Andersen writes... We were not cowed. But with the insistence that American life should not change a whit, we implicitly declared that the era of irrational exuberance would proceed and accelerate. Expanding debt and shriveled savings, prices of real estate and stocks soaring ever higher--that was the way we rolled before 9/11, and by God, that'd be the way we rolled after 9/11. The national display of resilience has been amazing and heartening. But the what-me-worry flip side of resilience is the state of denial about our unsustainable bad habits. Yes, the terrorists would have won if we'd cowered in fear. Undaunted and unchanged, America has shown its mettle. But i think we'd be feeling better now if, 10 years ago, we'd also had the courage to see a new way forward and really change."
Many of us can answer the question, "Where were you on 9/11?"
I know I can.
It was 6:00am in California, when my brother Andy and I stood in front of the television in his bedroom; completely confused. We watched ABC News 10 every single morning as we got ready for school. We'd usually be home alone; Andy would turn up the volume on the television so I could hear it across the hall. On that morning, as we stood waiting for the weather forecast, we were told that an airplane had been hijacked and flown into the World Trade Center. We stood, dumbfounded as they showed a clip of the burning tower. And then, on the live feed, minutes later, we saw a second plane hit the other tower. I looked at Andy and he looked at me. . .what was going on? I was 13 and to be honest, I had no idea what the World Trade Center was. We watched. And listened. And gasped. And watched. And listened. And then I walked to the bus stop and Andy walked to school. At the bus stop, a bunch of us talked, immaturely, about what we would do if we knew we were going to die. I am ashamed to admit: most of us were laughing and joking around, not grasping the effects the attacks would have on our world. We got to school. Went to class. Watched the planes crash into the towers, over and over and over again. Then, in third period, it hit me: Ez was in New York City. Ezgar, my brother, my hero, was in NYC where buildings were collapsing. Ez and his girlfriend at the time, Maiko, were touring the city together. And he could have well been on a tour of the World Trade Centers. I walk out of my classroom to the office. I had to call my mom-but of course, she was still at work. She had no idea what was going on in New York City. When I couldn't call my parents- I stood in the office at Teel Middle School, crying my eyes out. I'd have to wait to go home to explain to my mom what was going on and then attempt to contact Ez or pray that he'd called and left a message. For the rest of the day, in most of my classes, we sat and watched the news. I'd watch and then leave to cry in the bathroom. I prayed that the day would end and that Ez was safe. I don't remember how or when we got into contact with Ezgar-but he said they'd left their hotel in Manhattan on the evening of September the 10th, for a quick road trip to Philadelphia (Ezgar told me recently that we'd convinced Maiko to drive out there with him, so that he could run up the stairs in Philly and feel like Rock Balboa). He was safe, thank God.
For the next few days, I joined the thousands across the country in prayers for those that were killed, for those who had lost a loved one, for the firefighters of New York City and for those in the military. The local radio station had some sort of special in the days following 9/11 and I sat in the front yard, listening to the radio while praying and wanting to do something to help. I remember hearing someone I knew (from my days as an Empire Eagles Cheerleader) on the radio. She was in the Air Force and she was calling our community to action. She told us that now was the time to join together with our neighbors to support our country and our soldiers-they played her clip over and over for the next couple of days-and I remember thinking, "Wow, people are really coming together, this is beautiful. I hope this lasts"
It did, for a couple of months.
President Obama reminded us in his address to the nation the night Osama bin Laden was captured and killed that "On September 11, 2001, in our time of grief, the American people came together. We offered our neighbors a hand, and we offered the wounded our blood. We reaffirmed our ties to each other, and our love of community and country. On that day, no matter where we came from, what God we prayed to, or what race or ethnicity we were, we were united as one American family."
Will this 10 year anniversary bring us together again?
Thoughts to ponder.
I found Time's Special Commemorative Issue "Beyond 9/11" in my mailbox today. It's definitely a tear jerker. I couldn't read more than two pages before getting chocked up and emotional. . .It's been a good read thus far. The issue contains no advertising and is predominately in black and white, displaying "Portraits of Resilience"
Here, you'll find the closing paragraph of Kurt Andersen article as he reflects on how we've changed in this decade since 9/11. Andersen writes... We were not cowed. But with the insistence that American life should not change a whit, we implicitly declared that the era of irrational exuberance would proceed and accelerate. Expanding debt and shriveled savings, prices of real estate and stocks soaring ever higher--that was the way we rolled before 9/11, and by God, that'd be the way we rolled after 9/11. The national display of resilience has been amazing and heartening. But the what-me-worry flip side of resilience is the state of denial about our unsustainable bad habits. Yes, the terrorists would have won if we'd cowered in fear. Undaunted and unchanged, America has shown its mettle. But i think we'd be feeling better now if, 10 years ago, we'd also had the courage to see a new way forward and really change."
Sunday, May 1, 2011
May 1st 2011
My personal feelings are very ambivalent in regard to Osama Bin Laden's death. A part of me was initially glad to hear of the news, yet, I was reminded of not only Mahatma Gandhi's words, "an eye for eye, makes the whole world blind" but also of the words written in the Bible, both in Proverbs 24:17 (Do not rejoice when your enemy falls, And do not let your heart be glad when he stumbles) and in Romans 12:14-21 and the words spoken my Martin Luther King, "Hate begets hate; violence begets violence; toughness begets a greater toughness. We must meet the forces of hate with the power of love"
Plainly but it, I am a "hopeful janet" I hope for world peace. A world where everyone can love and be at peace with one another. I know its optimistic, but I can have my hope, right?
On that note of optimism, I also ask, why do we, as the the American people, have to endure grief in order to come together to love our community and our country. President Obama, in his address to the nation tonight said these word,
On September 11, 2001, in our time of grief, the American people came together. We offered our neighbors a hand, and we offered the wounded our blood. We reaffirmed our ties to each other, and our love of community and country. On that day, no matter where we came from, what God we prayed to, or what race or ethnicity we were, we were united as one American family. Why did we need to experience such devastation to come together nearly ten years ago and why does the death of one person today, unite us?
Why can't we come together in general, to love and serve each other in all that we do, throughout all that we do, every day of our lives?
Plainly but it, I am a "hopeful janet" I hope for world peace. A world where everyone can love and be at peace with one another. I know its optimistic, but I can have my hope, right?
On that note of optimism, I also ask, why do we, as the the American people, have to endure grief in order to come together to love our community and our country. President Obama, in his address to the nation tonight said these word,
On September 11, 2001, in our time of grief, the American people came together. We offered our neighbors a hand, and we offered the wounded our blood. We reaffirmed our ties to each other, and our love of community and country. On that day, no matter where we came from, what God we prayed to, or what race or ethnicity we were, we were united as one American family. Why did we need to experience such devastation to come together nearly ten years ago and why does the death of one person today, unite us?
Why can't we come together in general, to love and serve each other in all that we do, throughout all that we do, every day of our lives?
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