Monday, February 1, 2010
Monday, July 20, 2009
I read about Jacob in the news paper at my parent's neighbors house. I held back tears, but couldn't help but feel for him and his family. The only connection I could make is that he was a student at the high school I graduated from. Later that evening, when my brother, and EMT, got home from a 12 hour shift I told him about it:
A group of teenagers were hanging out at the beach, they heard a loud sound and figured, it was *6/28/09, that it was a fire cracker. When a small fire broke out two of the boys went to put it out. Turns out, they were downed power lines and one of the boys was electricuted.
I'll never forget what happened next, I said "yeah, some kid named Jacob Kirkendall". He turned white, covered his face and said "no, no, no". I held my baby brother, his 6'2" frame dwarfing me by a foot. Even as a strong, full grown man, he'll always be my baby brother.
The connection to this boy was deeper, way deeper- he's also a Freeline kid. Freeline is a surf shop in Santa Cruz, family run and operated for the past 40 years. My parents worked there, I worked there, my brother worked there and so did Jacob. Freeline is more than a work place- it's family- Jacob is Family!
So, please- say prayers for Jacob's recovery, for his family and for his friends. Let's support them and keep positive energy flowing to Jacob!
Saturday, July 11, 2009
*redwood tree, california poppy- my parent's front yard, dad's garden
A woman, who seemed a little- ok a lot off, walked into the bakery the kids, my aunt and I were in and commented on how beautiful my boys are. I thanked her, but before I could finish saying Thank You, she said "What nationality are they?" Huh? Um- a mix of a lot of great stuff and a quarter Austrian. She then skipped over to the next table and asked two teenaged boys the same question, but before she exited the building to do some interpretive dancing on the sidewalk I said, they're Californian. I feel more like a Californian than "white" or a "mutt". I think I'm going to start checking other on forms and if I'm given room to write in my ethnicity I'm going to write Californian!
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Poor Neglected Blog
I was so excited when I sat down to write my first blog post. I had big plans- an entry a day, watching my writing skills soar, bringing to light things I didn't know and to share that which I already do know. And then- LIFE. It always seems to get in the way. I have a bunch of little half finished projects- mostly crafting, some home improvement, but I had the vision, I started and then.... LIFE.
So, here I go again: I'm taking on this blog and I'm going to use it as a tool to prove to myself that I CAN and WILL finish a project! I'll get into the rhythm of blogging and then maybe I'll be motivated to finish re-doing the stairs and maybe after that I'll finish that little hat I'm crocheting.
*a hat I actually did finish (7/4/08)
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Life has been crazy. I put two over-time weeks in at work. I haven't worked full time since before I was put on bed rest when I went into labor @ 26 weeks with my first baby. It was hard to leave the kids, even though they were with daddy. I feel I have to be there 24/7 to nurture, comfort, shelter, protect. It was a learning experience though. I learned I can leave them and they learned they are okay without me. But the best reward was coming home, knowing they missed me and that I am needed.
We went to the duck pond on one of my days off and had a picnic. I stopped to take a few pictures on our way out of the park and I paused to watch this momma duck gather her young underneath her. I felt connected to her, I know how it feels to just want to protect your children from the world, to fold my babies up in my wings and hold them close. She'll eventually teach them to fly and perhaps they'll live in a different pond, but for now- she is needed.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
A Game of Tag - Put You're Best Face Forward
Telle from Fat Mum Slim tagged StepfordDreams with this fun photo post.
It's really simple. I love how every photo tells a story. Some short stories, some long tales. I want to know what is your favourite photo of yourself. Everyone has one. The photo they look at and smile. It reminds them of something, some time, some place. A moment in time.So share the photo, share the story and then tag three other people. I want to see photos and stories all around the blogosphere.
I knew right away which photo I would use. It's one from my second pregnancy taken at Venice Beach, CA. I'm standing on the beach near the breakwater with Santa Monica in the distant background. A light breeze is lifting pieces of my hair into the air. I'm holding my big, round belly and looking down in deep thought.
At that moment I felt so connected to my baby. Overwhelmed with joy, excited to meet him and at peace with the world. At this moment the only two people who mattered in the world were the two of us- mother and child. A bond that started and will never be broken. I feel so beautiful and feminine in this photo. Healthy and full of life. Yes, this is my favorite photo of me.
tag lovers- you're it: