Saturday, October 30, 2010

Praying for a Miracle


It's been awhile since I've blogged. To say I've been busy is an understatement. When I look back on this time in my life, I wonder what parts of it I will remember. Hopefully the good parts, not the stressful, painful parts that seem to be the norm right now. 

I wrote the paragraph below on my cell phone, while lying in a bed in my cousin's house in Houston with my mom the day after we visited MD Anderson for the first time. We'd reached the end of our treatment options in Austin and we were hoping for good news. We didn't get it, not really. MD Anderson, known for not believing in the world terminal, told us that her cancer is terminal. We were devastated. But, there was a tiny glimmer of hope - a clinical trial that has already helped several other women with the exact same rare form of breast cancer that mom has. They were clear that there's still no cure, but they were excited about the results they'd seen so far in the trial. We left Houston the next day, not knowing yet if mom would be accepted into the clinical trial.

September 20, 2010: I'm lying here thinking that this might be the last time I ever share a bed with my mom. Funny how I don't mind that her leg has meandered over into my space or that her pointy elbow is dangerously close to my head. She's moaning and snoring and it sounds beautiful to me. I wish she was talking in her sleep like she was last night. I wish I could bottle up these special times with her and make them last longer. I wish I could take back every fight I've ever had with her. I'll stop typing now to pray for a miracle.

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Video Killed the Radio Star

I got to spend some quality time today with my nephew, who just turned 16. I cannot believe he is already 16, taking driver's ed, planning for college, etc. I swear I was just 16, wasn't I? Amazing how time flies. And interesting how things have changed. Here's a conversation we had in the car, listening to the radio:

My nephew: Have you seen this video?

Me: No, I didn't know they actually played videos anymore.

My nephew: Oh, like on TV? No, I meant on the computer... (He went on to tell me that MTV only plays videos at like 1am and 7am now and explained that you have to look them up now on the internet. Yeah, he thinks I'm so old that I don't know that.)

I was 16 in 1988 - MTV and VH1's heyday. At his age, I would spend hours watching videos. So I looked up some videos from 1988 and chuckled because Poison's Every Rose Has It's Thorn was also the first video I downloaded on my iPod many, many years later! I can't wait to see what songs from 2010 he downloads onto whatever version of the iPod we have 22 years from now.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Danny & Annie

If you've known me for long, you know that I love a good story. And a good love story is even better. Tonight I watched the animated short film that was made using StoryCorps recordings of a New York couple named Danny & Annie. Danny wrote Annie a love letter every day they were married. The film chronicles their first recording...and their last. Watch it, but have the Kleenex ready. It made me think about my grandparents. Both sets. My mom's parents were married for 57 years before grandma died. And my dad's parents are still alive and have been married for 67 years. I've asked grandma how they've made it all these years and she just shrugs it off and jokes, "We're just too lazy to do anything about it." But I'm not buying it. I've seen it. I've seen true, long-lasting love. Danny & Annie didn't have as many years together as my grandparents, but they certainly had as much love. May we all be so blessed to find love like this, if even for a little while. (See it here: http://video.pbs.org/video/1568346876)

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Green with Envy


This week I got a reminder that things are not always what they seem. About six-seven years ago I worked with a group of fantastically talented girls, all a little younger than me. It was a great team – very energetic, creative and innovative. We became friends and we had a lot of fun working together. Eventually, we all moved on to bigger and better things. And I watched as each one of these ladies fell in love and got married (with the exception of one who was already married to the love of her life), had babies and/or puppies, moved into beautiful homes, traveled to exotic locations, and watched their careers flourish. As happy as I am for all of them, I have to admit that I have been childishly jealous. I’m not knocking my life, but look at it on paper – city government employee who is underpaid and hasn’t gotten a raise in several years, lives alone in a 650 sq ft apartment with her cat, in debt up to my eyeballs and sporting really bad credit, still single (but still looking) and driving around in a five year old car (that I still love) and my big vacation this year is to Omaha, Nebraska! (However, I am going to Omaha to see a dear friend I haven’t seen in years and I am very excited about it…it’s just not Tuscany, ya know?)

I know I’m not supposed to compare myself to others and I know I’m not supposed to be jealous, but I guess it’s human nature. These girls work their butts off, they deserve every bit of happiness and success, so don’t get me wrong…I love all of them and I am so happy for them, but let’s face it, I was green with envy. I’ve also been comparing myself to former classmates as my 20-year high school reunion is coming up. I guess I’m just in a period of self-reflection. I think I’ve just been going through the motions, especially these last few years. There was dad’s cancer…and then he died which really through me for a loop. I was in a fog for at least a year. And since January 2009, there’s been mom’s cancer battle. Sure, there’s been other stuff in there, but if I had to tell you what I’ve been doing for the last 20 years, it would be hard to say. I feel like I have nothing to show for it. I’ve never been married, I don’t have any kids…heck, I don’t even own a home. But on the other hand, I’ve also never been divorced, never had to worry that my kid was going to make the wrong choice, and I’ve never had my home taken away from me…ha! How’s that for putting a positive spin on things?

Back to that reminder I got this week. I found out that one of my friends’ parents split up after almost 40 years of marriage. Her dad, who had just weeks before toasted her and her husband on their one year wedding anniversary, had been cheating on her mom with a woman he met in a class. Her parents were both retired and they were supposed to be in their golden years, traveling and enjoying life. And then, POW! Life changed. My parents were divorced after 23 years of marriage…I was in college and it was painful, but thank God nothing like what my friend is going through. It was a reality check for me. I’ve been feeling sorry for myself for not making as much money, not living in a nice big house, not being married, not being able to travel. But I would much rather not have all those things then to have to go through what their family is going through right now.

I am going to try to remember that everyone has a cross to bear. No matter how lucky you think they might be, we all have terrible, traumatic events happen in our lives. And a big fancy house or a big fancy job won’t solve that. My heart goes out to my friend and her family. I can only imagine the pain and confusion they are feeling right now.

Happy News!

I am very happy to report that my brother and his girlfriend are now engaged! Woo hoo! They were on vacation in Cancun and on the last night, during a walk on the beach, my brother popped the question! I was a nervous wreck all week, knowing that he planned to do it at some point during the trip, but not knowing when. Finally, the email came through! In it, my future sister-in-law didn’t simply say they were engaged, she said she was gonna be part of our family. I got a little teary eyed. Brother, you chose well. Congratulations you two!

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Free Fajitas on Wednesdays!

This is sad. When I logged onto statesman.com today, the first thing I saw was this picture. What I noticed first was the “free fajitas...Wednesdays…” I thought, “Yay! Today is Wednesday and I’m broke! Where is this place?” That’s when I noticed the police tape and cop cars and realized it was a strip club! Oops. Since someone was fatally stabbed there earlier today, I think I'll skip it.

Monday, July 26, 2010

Mondayist Monday Ever

Monday Monday, can't trust that day...Oh Monday morning, you gave me no warning of what was to be…


Today was the Mondayist Monday I think I’ve ever had. I woke up feeling kind of puny, but didn’t quite know what was wrong. I went to work and in true Jennifer style, was very dramatic about how bad I felt. On the way to a meeting downtown with three co-workers, I stopped and grabbed an over the counter medicine. During the meeting, though, I started feeling really woozy and my lower back started hurting. I left the meeting, called my doctor and managed to get an appointment for an hour later. My co-workers dropped me off at a Car2Go, a Smart Car that City employees can use to get around town. I’ve used them tons of times, but this time the car didn’t start. So I was stuck in 100-degree temperature with a non-working vehicle. Cars2Go have a way to call customer service through the speakers of the car, so I did that to report it being broken down. After three calls that all got cut off – and being told by three different European men on the other end of the phone how to start a car – I finally just texted my co-workers. Luckily, they hadn’t gone too far and were able to come get me. I was drenched in sweat, feeling worse and felt like I might pass out at this point. We stopped for lunch on the way back to the office and one of the restaurant employees sprayed the back of my shirt with cleaner as she cleaned the booth behind me! Sheesh. I just laughed.


As the day wore on back at the office, it started to thunderstorm and I started to feel worse. I drank lots of water and took more of the OTC meds. I had missed my doctor’s appt because of the broken down SmartCar. Ugh. Then the power flickered…once, twice…and on the third time, my computer went down. Well, restarting an old PC that still has a floppy disk drive on it takes a good hour, so I tried to be patient. Tried to log on to my email from another computer to no avail. I pretty much wasn’t able to work. All the while, I’m trying to decide if I should drive to Urgent Care after work.


On my way home, I called my pharmacist friend and described my symptoms. She said I should get it checked out. That’s all I needed to hear. Also, sitting in a car made me feel worse than anything, so I braved the traffic and the rain and made my way to my favorite Urgent Care place. Ok, it’s the only one I’ve been to, but I still like it. They play kids movies in the lobby and in all the rooms, so it makes me feel better. Today it was Cars, one of my faves!



First I got to pee in a cup. Yay me. Then a few minutes later, the verdict: a kidney infection! “Twenty percent of women end up in the hospital, so I’d feel better if we gave you a shot before you leave,” said the doctor. In walks skinny male nurse who informs me that the shot has to go in my bum. Great. Not embarrassing at all, I thought. So as I watched Lightning McQueen and his pals from Radiator Springs, the nurse stuck me in the bum. Then there was 10 minutes of observation in case I had a bad reaction. This was a little worrisome to me, but fortunately, nothing happened. Then I went on my merry way with prescriptions in hand for antibiotics and pain killers.


Most of the time I don’t mind being single, but on Monday Mondays and times when I have to drive myself to Urgent Care and to the Pharmacy, it sucks. Oh well. Already feeling a tad better, except for my sore bum cheek. Make that two sore bum cheeks...I must have clenched. Ugh.

Saturday, July 10, 2010

All About Moki

Moki met grandma a few days after she came to live with me...I think she was about 4 weeks old here. She grabbed grandma's fortune cookie right out of her hand!


















Moki quickly discovered the computer...she loves to help mommy type and sometimes, like in the picture below, I find her surfing the web all by herself!




At about 6 weeks old, Moki's personality really started coming out. She's part devil, part angel, very intense and has lots of Tortitude! (Apparently all Tortoiseshell cats have Tortitude.) She loves her ball track toy, but to be honest, plays with regular things like pens, earrings and balled up paper more!


And today, at 8 weeks old, she had her vet appointment. Now she's a sleepy baby...

Moki at 8 Weeks

My new little kitty Moki is 8 weeks old now...and weighs all of 2.3 lbs! She had a vet checkup today. She still has a few round worms, so she got another treatment for that, her first round of vaccinations and a flea/heartworm/etc. treatment to do at home. She has another appointment in three weeks for more vaccinations. She was very brave and all the staff ooohed and ahhhed at how pretty she is. Duh, she's the most beautiful kitteh eva! Earlier in the week, I snapped these shots of her playing with (then taking a nap in) my bra! Hilarious.

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Worst Fear

Aside from surviving a tornado and being blown into a tree with my clothes stripped off, THIS is my worst fear! Dying alone and being eaten by cats! This one of the many reasons I will never have more than  one cat!

Monday, June 28, 2010

Huge

First, I will admit that I am sensitive about this subject being an overweight person myself, but television shows are notorious for making fun of overweight people and being less than sensitive to the issues we face. Case in point: "More to Love," Fox's version of the Batchelor. Don't even get me started on that show. Notice it only lasted one season. And how many times has there been a fat character in a movie or TV show who was the brunt of all the jokes? I've never understood why being fat is funny. Why is it funny when a fat person falls down? Actually, why is it funny when a skinny person falls down? Most of the nation is overweight...most of us don't actually look like the malnourished, heroin-chic actors that usually grace the screen. So why aren't there more people like the rest of us on TV? And when they do put normal people on TV, it's either The Biggest Loser (which is a great show, don't get me wrong) or something like "More to Love" or "Dance Your Ass Off."

Apparently ABC Family is debuting a new series tonight called "Huge" about teens at a Fat Camp. This is either the worst idea ever or the best. I hate the name, but apparently it's based on a book by the same name and it promises to be poignant, compelling, touching, blah, blah, blah....I will be setting my DVR for this show and will blog my thoughts about it afterwards.

When I first heard about the Lifetime show "Drop Dead Diva," I was skeptical. The premise of that show is a skinny blond model dies and her soul accidentally ends up in the body of a plus-sized (or normal-sized, if you ask me) lawyer with brown hair. People tell me that I look like the main character, Jane. I take this as a very big compliment because I think she's gorgeous. They've actually managed to treat the issues with grace and some humor, without poking fun at overweight people, all the while showing that Jane actually lives a normal life. She's not a freak of nature like most overweight people are portrayed on TV.  I really like "Diva," so maybe "Huge" will surprise me. I hope it does. And I hope it's the kind of show that will give a voice to the millions of teens - and 38 year olds like me - who struggle with being overweight. It's about a lot more than just being lazy and fat. Trust me.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Introducing Moki

One month to the day that I lost Bridget, I brought home a new kitty. She is a teeny-tiny Tortoiseshell cat who was rescued in San Antonio. Moki is a take on the last name of the people who found her and is an alternative spelling for Moqui, the old word for the Hopi Indians. Moki is fiesty and sweet and has already stolen my heart! 

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Heart-shaped world


When I saw this picture today of some birds affected by the BP Oil Spill/Disaster, I immediately saw a heart. Wouldn't it be nice if "All You Need is Love" would fix this mess? In my rose-colored glasses dream fantasy world, love would be able to fix it.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

In the "Is this for real?" category...


Spotted these today when a friend posted a link on Facebook. These have to be a joke, right? Humane for who? My cat would NEVER have let me put these on her! Nail Caps for your Cat's Claws!

And then there's Bacon Bandages. And Mmmvelopes - when you lick them shut, they taste like bacon. Yep. For real. In fact, there's an entire company devoted to making products taste like bacon. Baconnaise, Bacon Salt, Bacon Pop (that's Coke for us Texans), and more.  

Oh my, there are even bacon mints and bacon gumballs out there! 

Weird.

Monday, May 31, 2010

role model

So my nephew has four crazy aunts. No uncles, just aunts. Poor kid. For some reason, my family asked my nephew, "If all your aunts were in the lake drowning, which one would you save?" I wasn't there when they asked, but apparently he answered, without hesitation. He said, "My Aunt Jennifer." When  they asked him why, he said, "Because she's my role model."

That's about all anyone can ever hope for in life, right? To know that someone else looks up to you. Gulp.

Sunday, May 30, 2010

Fat fish


Just a few random thoughts from the weekend...

  • Why is it that the movie Steel Magnolias still makes me cry - and laugh - even after I've seen it probably 100 times?

  • I stopped in at the grocery store the other day and decided to get a piece of catfish. As I was about to ask the guy behind the counter for it, suddenly that scene in the movie Must Love Dogs played in my mind. You know, where the single woman buys a single chicken breast and he gives her hell about it, asking if she's sure that's all she wants. As I'm running through this in my head, I ended up asking for one piece of "FATfish. Er, I mean catfish, please." The guy looked at me kinda funny and I tried to play it off, but I know what happened. I let those "I'm single, eating alone, ugly and fat" thoughts creep into my head. Never knew the seafood counter could be so traumatic! Sheesh.

  • What is this fascination people seem to have with "going to the lake" and "floating the river?" I truly do not get it. It's already around 95 degrees with humidity in the 70% range and it's technically not officially summer yet. There's just nothing about the lake or tubing that I find appealing. I always say, "Round body, round tube, slippery water = disaster." And why is it that I seem to be the only one who doesn't like summer?

Monday, May 24, 2010

Peace Prayer


I think this is beautiful...came across it tonight and really needed to read it...

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love,
Where there is injury, pardon
Where there is doubt, faith,
Where there is despair, hope,
Where there is darkness, light,
Where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much
seek to be consoled as to console,
not so much to be understood as to understand,
not so much to be loved, as to love;
for it is in giving that we receive,
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
it is in dying that we awake to eternal life.

~ St. Francis of Assisi

Friday, May 21, 2010

Cotton Ball Tears

Tonight the sight of a cotton ball made me cry. It’s been one week since my beautiful, faithful cat Bridget passed away. And she loved to chase cotton balls. So tonight when I reached for a cotton ball to remove my nail polish with, I just started to cry.

Bridget was my companion for nearly 16 years and was right there beside me for all the big moments in life. Cats are very independent and Bridget was probably more independent than most. She would always come love on me at bedtime, but sleep in the closet in her little corner; she never slept on the bed with me – unless I was sick or sad. When my dad died, she slept in the bed with me off and on for about a month. It was like she could sense the nights when I needed her to be there for me.

My friend Shannon brought me Bridget my last semester of college. I took 21 hours that semester and worked full time, so how I was able to raise a kitten I have no idea. I guess that’s why she was so independent. Bridget moved with me 11 times. She never complained, she just moved with me and adapted. She lived with dogs, she lived with teenagers and she even lived in an apartment that didn’t allow pets – all just to be with me, her momma.

She once got stuck in between the kitchen cabinet and the wall – I think I had to take part of the cabinet out to get her out! She used to love to roll around on the concrete patio, especially if it was sunny. I bought her lots of cute cat toys over the years, but she was never very impressed with them. Bridget preferred to play with Q-tips, tampons, twisty ties, milk rings, makeup sponges, rubber bands and hair bands, erasers (she would chew them to bits!) and most of all, cotton balls.

My apartment seems so empty now. It’s amazing how such a small creature had such a large presence. The hardest part is walking into my apartment from the garage. I expect to hear a kitty meow through the door and when I don't, my heart sinks. I get up and walk to another room and instinctively look for her, then I realize she's not there. I cannot believe how much I miss her. It’s left a hole in me, just like when dad died. My cotton ball tears eventually stopped tonight and turned into a smile. I know that my baby’s in a better place, surrounded by as many cotton balls as she could possibly want.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Glee belongs to me!




I can't help it, I love Glee. The show is the best guilty pleasure ever! Every week I watch, sing along, and marvel at the witty dialogue. My sister doesn't get it. But she also doesn't like musicals. I think there might be something wrong with that kid. :) She also makes fun of my iPod and tells me I have the songlist of a gay man. Well, gay men have good taste, this we know, right? Can I get an Amen?!?

I currently have a bad case of bronchitis, so I couldn’t sing along to the Madonna Glee episode this week, not that I didn’t try! My poor neighbors and my poor cat! My entire body hurts from the coughing spells the laughter caused. I'm guessing in this case, laughter may not have been the best medicine because my throat kinda hurts worse now. Uh oh.

I told my sister tonight that I wanted to join an adult show choir. She was speechless. Maybe instead I just need to go write for Glee. If only I could be this wonderful...here are a few of the lines from tonight’s show and the reasons why I love it so much:
  • “Would you please stop talking? You're grossing out my baby!"
  • “Oh hey William. I thought I smelled cookies wafting from the ovens of the little elves who live in your hair.”
  • “When I pulled my hamstring, I went to a misogynist.”
  • “You don't deserve the power of Madonna."
  • “Madonna belongs to me and I will not be copied. It's in my contract.”
  • “You can have your Barbras and your Chers and your Christinas...”
  • “By the way, how's the Florence Henderson look working for you?”
  • “Oh hey there, Whoopie, Don Knotts.”

Monday, April 19, 2010

Embrace Life

I wish we could really wrap our arms around our loved ones like this when they're in the midst of life's "crashes."

Thursday, April 8, 2010

I love you, Bridget

Today I found out that my almost 16 year cat, Bridget, has a large tumor in her belly. The vet says she won't survive surgery and recommends putting her down soon. I'm not ready. Bridget has been with me since college...we've moved 11 times and have been through lots of changes together. And through it all, she still loves me. And I love her.

Saturday, April 3, 2010

School of photography by my dad

I inherited all of my dad's camera equipment and when I finally bought a digital SLR, I went with a Canon so I could use the telephoto lenses from his old Canon 35mm. Sometimes when I take pictures, I could swear dad is looking through those lenses again. He never really sat me down and taught me how to take a photo, but somehow his style rubbed off on me. On my recent trip to Phoenix, these two photos jumped out at me as pure dad-style pictures. And I'm totally in love with both of them. Thank you, daddy.

All You Need Is Love...and Paul McCartney


So last weekend, I got the chance of a lifetime when my friend Joan invited me to go with her on a trip to Phoenix to see Paul McCartney in concert. I've always wanted to see him play live, so I decided at the last minute, why the heck not? It was one of the most amazing experiences of my life. He rocked for nearly three hours -- and he's 67 years old! When he would sing Beatles songs, I would close my eyes and pretend like they were all still there on stage...and it wasn't so hard to imagine. They also allowed cameras, so I brought my new Canon EOS with an 80-200mm lens in and got some great photos! Paul McCartney has some kind of magic that just made everyone at the concert happy, something other being a brilliant musician. It truly was an amazing experience...I can now die a happy woman because I have seen at least one Beatle perform! Thank you Sir McCartney, for an amazing show, and thank you, Joan, for letting me tag along!

Thursday, March 18, 2010

The Tuesday Discount Club


Nothing makes you feel old like the first official email about your 20-year high school reunion. Or so I thought. The email came last week, along with my 38th birthday. I’ve always been a true believer in age is relative and have always embraced my inner child, but 38 has been hard to accept. It just sounds so much like 40. Ha. And my nephew, who is 15, is quick to remind me how close I am to 40. Still, I think I try to stay hip. I text, I tweet, I facebook, I’m still on MySpace. I listen to Lady Gaga – and love her stuff. I’ve played on a Wii. And I still got tons of Snoopy stuff for my birthday and loved it all!

But earlier this week, two things happened (in one day) that have never made me feel older in my life.  Tuesday after work my sister met me at a church where I will be taking official wedding photos Saturday so I could take some test shots. It’s my first wedding gig, so I want to be prepared. We had a good time, being silly while we took the practice shots. And the preacher couldn’t have been sweeter – he was quite the talker! At one point, he looked at my sister and asked me if she was my daughter! I just politely said, “No, she’s my baby sister.” In his defense, she is eight years younger and looks like she’s in her early 20s and can sometimes pass for a teenager, believe it or not. Ahhh, I remember when I used to be mistaken for being in my early 20s. Sigh. This has happened before and how do you get mad at a preacher, so I just went about my business.

Jill & I then went to dinner and stopped off at Ross to shop for clothes. She has lost 75 pounds in the last six months, so for the first time in awhile, we weren’t shopping in the same section. It was kind of depressing. It was one of those shopping trips where everything I tried on made me look like a Sumo wrestler. Bleh. I managed to find a couple of things to purchase, so we headed to the register. The cashier asked me if I found everything ok, then proceeded to ask me if I was a member of the Tuesday Discount Club. I slowly looked over at the window where the sign read, “Seniors 55 and up – 10% off on Tuesdays.” I looked back at the cashier and said, “Do I seriously look 55 or over?” Poor girl. She apologized and explained that one time she didn’t ask and the lady got mad, so I guess she thought potentially offending someone was better. Ugh. Somehow I got through the transaction without screaming at her, but told Jill I’d wait in the car. By the time she got there, I was bawling. In the past I probably would have let the cashier have it, but for some reason that night, it simply hurt my feelings. So two times in one day I was mistaken for being 20 years older than I really am.

Booking the Botox appointment next week.

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...