Sunday, February 28, 2010

"He Smiled at Me."

Mom called me yesterday and said, “I think I just saw Jesus on Coyote Trail (the road behind her house)…and he smiled at me." She went on to describe how he looked just like all the drawing and paintings you see of Jesus – long hair, sandals, everything. I kind of laughed at her and told her to call me if Jesus knocked on her door or something. But then mom said something like, “Na, I got what I needed from him – that smile was it.” I got goose bumps immediately.

Mom has been really nervous about what the results of her latest CT scan will show. She’s been taking chemo pills for about two months and we’ll finally find out if they are working. I guess that smile from “Jesus” was just the encouragement and hope she needed right at that moment. Thank you, Jesus.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

You cannot shake Austin for good

On the morning of Thursday, Feb. 18, I sat in a conference room at Seton Hospital’s Administration offices, learning tips on how to be a better writer. When my cell phone buzzed indicating an incoming message, I almost ignored it.

When I clicked open, there were two messages – one from a co-worker and the other a breaking news alert from the Austin American-Statesman, both telling me that a small plane had just hit a building in Northwest Austin. The next message indicated that the building housed the FBI. (This turned out not to be true; the building actually housed the IRS.) My mind immediately went back to the morning of Sept. 11, 2001. I was attending a conference that day as well. I couldn’t help but wonder if this was a terrorist attack. I very clearly remember the way I felt when I saw the second plane hit the World Trade Center on TV; I felt like someone pulled the rug out from under me. Like my heart had stopped beating. And fear. Unabashed, pure fear.

Soon, I could see others in the seminar checking their phones, then displaying a look of panic. And just minutes later, a few of the communications folks from Seton were called out of the room. We later heard that two patients were taken to one of their hospitals.

Here’s the run down of what we know: A man named Joseph Stack was angry with the IRS and apparently had fought with his wife the night before. His wife & 12-year-old daughter left their house the night before and stayed in a hotel. Stack apparently set their house on fire, then drove to the Georgetown airport, got in his small plane, loaded an extra fuel container on it, and flew the short distance to Northwest Austin, where he purposefully and at full speed slammed his plane into the Echelon building that housed about 200 IRS employees. Miraculously, only two people died and another person was seriously burned on 20 percent of his body. The building has a huge, gaping hole in it and is completely burned out, all the windows are missing, etc. It is truly a miracle that more lives weren’t lost. The FBI is investigating the incident and officials say this was not a terrorist attack.

It may not have been an official terrorist attack, but what Joseph Stack did was terroristic in my book. He obviously had some serious mental issues; I cannot imagine what kind of anger drives a person to make this decision.

I drive past the intersection where the building stands every day on my way to work. It is so surreal that something like this happened in my hometown, just miles from where I live and work.

I’m so thankful that more lives weren’t lost. From all accounts, all systems worked the way they were supposed to. There was a group of emergency personnel from nearby towns in the county who just happened to be training across the highway in a vacant parking lot…they were able to respond almost immediately. There was the glass company guy who used the ladder on his truck to rescue five people from the burning building. The IRS employees were so well versed in evacuation procedures that they immediately started doing so when the crash happened. The building itself had built in safety mechanisms, like sprinklers, which went off immediately and helped curb the fire. The plane crashed into a part of the building, which was mostly vacant. And of course the emergency personnel in Austin responded swiftly and professionally. All these things lined up and helped keep injuries and fatalities down. Thank God. Joe Stack, your plane crash may have shaken us up a bit, but you cannot shake Austin for good.

Friday, February 5, 2010

Mini Bar

So my mom, sister and our friend Janie are vacationing in Seattle this week. Today, the hotel housekeeper, holding a basket of goodies, asks mom, "Are you using the mini bar?" And mom tells her yes. "Can I see it?" the housekeeper asks. Mom exclaims, "No!" and closes the door on her. Apparently mom thought the "mini bar" was the small bar of soap in the bathroom! I kid you not, folks. That's Ruby, my momma! ;)

Sunday, January 31, 2010

The Rockport Kittehs

My sister Jill & I visited our friend Julie in Rockport last weekend and as usual, we had a blast. Julie & her boyfriend Eric have four indoor cats and several outdoor cats. Apparently the cats took a liking to me because one morning I woke up with three of them on the futon where I was sleeping. OC (Orange Kitty) pretty much slept on top of me the entire time...I have the scratches to prove it! :) Anyway, here are some photos from our trip: http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=144000&id=1243375405&l=3c90d6f48b

Saturday, January 9, 2010

Two Dreams, One Night

Dream #1. Woke up about 4am after dreaming that I was taking a nap on Kim Kardashian’s couch. (Sign I watch too much reality TV?) In the dream, I woke myself up snoring and was too embarrassed to go back to sleep in case Kim heard me. Stared at the walls instead and noticed tiny little black bugs crawling down from the ceiling. Kim & her brother Rob eventually came in the living room and we all tried to figure out where the gross little black bugs were coming from. That’s where it ended. 

Weirdest dream ever, so I had to look it up.  

Celebrity: To see a particular actor or actress in your dream, look at the role they are playing. Even though you may not know them on a personal level, how you perceive them or the characters they play can provide understanding in how it relates to you.

Bugs: To see a bug in your dream, suggests that you are worried about something. It is symbolic of your anxieties and/or fears. What is literally bugging you? Consider also the popular phrase "bitten by the bug" to imply your strong emotional ties or involvement to some activity/interest/hobby.

Hmmm.

Dream #2. Dreamt about my dad. I usually love dreaming about my dad, but we were traveling in this dream – driving to Amarillo (where I lived for 8 years) – and he was grouchy for some reason. I don’t remember many details, but I remember stopping at a hotel once we got into town and for some reason, we decided not to stay there.

Dad: To see your father in your dream symbolizes authority and protection. It suggests that you need to be more self-reliant. Consider also your waking relationship with your father and how aspects of his character may be incorporated within yourself.

Driving: To dream that you are driving a vehicle, signifies your life's journey and your path in life. The dream is telling of how you are moving and navigating through life. If you are driving and cannot see the road ahead of you, then it indicates that you do not know where you are headed in life and what you really want to do with yourself. You are lacking direction and goals. If you are driving on a curvy road, then it indicates that you are have difficulties in achieving your goals and the changes associated with it. To dream that someone else is driving you, denotes fortune and that you will profit from your superior knowledge and ingenuity.

Hotel: To see a hotel in your dream, signifies a new state of mind or a shift in personal identity. You are undergoing some sort of transition and need to move away from your old habits and old way of thinking. You need to temporarily escape from your daily life. Alternatively, the dream may imply a loss in your personal identity.

Whoah…this one’s pretty heavy…and probably pretty close to the mark.

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Rachelle & Russell


 
One of my goals in 2010 is to FINALLY buy a digital SLR camera and start taking photos on the side. I've always loved photography and this is the year! So I started things off right...today I borrowed friend Rachelle's Nikon to take photos of her and her fiance, Russell. They're recently engaged and you can tell that they are in love by the way they look at each other. So sweet. Here are just a few of my favorites from today's photo session...





Thursday, December 31, 2009

Caffeine is my shepherd


Caffeine is my shepherd; I shall not doze. It maketh me to wake in the lecture hall, it leadeth me beyond the sleeping masses. It restoreth my buzz. It leadeth me in the paths of consciousness for its name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of addiction, I will fear no decaf. For thou art with me; thy cream and thy sugar they comfort me. Thou preparest a tall latte before me in the presence of fatigue. Thou anointest my day with pep; my mug runneth over. Surely richness and taste shall follow me all the days of my life... and I will dwell in the House of Java forever.
~Anonymous

Thursday, December 17, 2009

My nephew, the model

For his 15th birthday, we arranged to have professional photos of my nephew taken. Libby Ann Johnson took these awesome pics of him that can be viewed at http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=138473&id=1243375405&l=a8a666037f.


My brother's family

I recently took some photos of my brother's family for their holiday cards. Thought I'd share my favorite one with you -- I just love the face my nephew is making while they kiss and the way the sun is backlighting them. Tee hee...

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Happy Birthday, Grandpa!

Today would have been my Grandpa Doerfler’s 102nd birthday! He passed away about six years ago, but it seems like much longer. I miss him every day, he was quite the character! I recently wrote something about him, his family and the house they lived in for a Parade of Homes in Pflugerville, my hometown. Thought I’d share it with you…enjoy! Happy Birthday, Grandpa!

Bernhardt (Bernie) Otto Doerfler was born December 9, 1907 and married Minnie Sophie Wernli on July 22, 1936. They were parents to two children – Steve and Ruby – and had 10 grandchildren and numerous great grandchildren. In 1962, the Doerflers moved into their new red brick house at 301 South 5th Street in Pflugerville.


Built by a fellow Pflugerville resident, the house sat on more than two acres of plush, green land. Bernie wasted no time planting pecan and oak trees. He was also fond of concrete yard art animals and over the years, he placed statues of deer, chickens, frogs, etc. in his yard. At one point, he had a concrete water fall, a totem poll, a swing and a string of lights in his yard. Known to some as “Doerfler Park,” Bernie’s yard was his pride and joy. He knew every inch of it by heart and continued to mow it with his bright green John Deere riding lawnmower well into his 80s, even after losing his sight to macular degeneration.


Bernie was one of eight children born to John Gottlieb Doerfler and Mary Wuthrich Doerfler, who settled in Pflugerville in 1899. Bernie’s grandparents were Pastor Johann (John) Doerfler, who was born in Germany in 1844, and Salome Schwander, who was born in 1849 in France. Salome arrived in Chicago in 1873 and moved to Texas in 1875; John came to Texas in 1874 and was ordained as a Pastor in 1876. Pastor John Doerfler led the congregation at Zion Lutheran Church in Arneckeville, TX. Apparently, Pastor John and Salome met in Pflugerville while attending a church service, so Pflugerville played an important role in the John Doerfler family. They spent early years in Arneckeville, then moved on to churches in other small Texas towns – Ross Prairie, Temple, Taylor, Walburg and Bartlett. Pastor John retired and the family moved to a farm near Granger, TX. John and Salome built a house in Weir, TX in 1908; most of their children lived near the homestead in Weir, except for John and Mary (Bernie’s parents), who settled in Pflugerville.


The Doerflers were early Lutheran missionaries in Texas. Several of Bernie’s brothers were Lutheran pastors and he served as an elder at Immanuel Lutheran Church in Pflugerville for years. Bernie could recite Bible verses, word for word, and taught himself to play Lutheran hymns on an organ when he was in his 70s. Bernie attended Texas Lutheran College in Seguin and coached the women’s basketball team after graduation.


After marrying Minnie, they settled in Pflugerville, and Bernie worked as a Texaco consignee for over 40 years. He operated three Texaco stations in the Austin area, including one at the corner of Pecan and Railroad in Pflugerville, currently the site of a Shell gas station. Minnie worked as a bookkeeper at the Pflugerville Texaco,until taking a job with the Texas Comptroller’s Office. The Doerflers even named their dog “Tex,” and called him a Texaco mascot.


After retiring from Texaco, Bernie worked as a Bailiff in the 261st District Court at the Travis County Courthouse. He retired in his 80s because Minnie’s health had declined and he needed to be home to care for her. Minnie passed away in November 1993. They were married for 57 years.


Bernie continued to live by himself in his home until the last three years of his life. Caregivers were hired, but eventually his daughter Ruby retired from the state herself and moved in with him, caring for him until his death in April 2003 at the age of 95.