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http://www.huffingtonpost.com/c-clinton-sidle/the-spirit-of-giving-like_b_799639.html
The Spirit of Giving: Like a King, a Ferryman or a Shepherd?
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Submit this storydigg reddit stumble A few years ago I arranged for students to do volunteer clean-up work for a local land trust. We spent the day cleaning up garbage that had been dumped on recently acquired property near family homes in a poor rural community. The day was wet but we had fun helping out in the muck, mire, and stench of the clean-up. By the end of the day we were tired and dirty.
In our closing, I asked everyone for their personal reflections. As we went around the circle, everyone was expressing their gratitude and appreciation for the opportunity to help. Then we came to someone who was in tears. She said that the highlight of her day was when she went up to say hello to one of the families. They thanked her from the bottom of their hearts for cleaning up their "back yard." Now the children could play again in the forest without fear of getting hurt. We were then all in tears.
In giving, you receive. When you give something to someone else, you are often the one who feels best. Reflect for a moment on a time when you helped someone with a flat tire, given directions to a person who is lost, given up your seat to someone who needs it more, or simply given support to someone having a bad day? What happens to you inside? I'll bet your small act of generosity was the highlight of your day. Everyone is better off and you often feel a 'helper's high.' One of the fundamental truths of life is that none of us can sincerely help another without helping ourselves too.
I have written before about a time a when I decided to wrap up and cash in a basket of coins I had accumulated. Every day when I get home I empty whatever change is in my pocket into this basket. In the past, the change would disappear as my children would pick through it for extra spending money. Now in an empty nest, it was overflowing. So I threw the change in a bag and took it to the local grocery store where there was an automatic coin sorter.
It was Christmas season, and as I was entering the store, an old friend of mine was ringing the bell at a Salvation Army donation stop. I spontaneously handed the bag of coins to him and we instantly broke into laughter and appreciation for what we were both doing. That moment stuck with me as a source of joy and comfort for days.
Not only our Christian heritage but every one our world spiritual traditions points to the value of generosity to our happiness and well being. There is true wisdom in this. Our modern academic researchers too have shown that altruism and generosity bring a sense of well-being and good mental health.
But during this time of year, it is easy to forget this original meaning of the "holiday spirit." We get wrapped up in the process of giving but often along the way lose the true spirit of giving. As a friend once said to me, "We can lose God in prayer to God." We can give money, we can give time, we can give a piece of ourselves, but what is most important for our happiness, well being and the benefit of others is what is in our hearts.
Does your giving feel like single acts, as in giving to a noble cause each year, or is it more of an everyday experience? Who is more generous, for instance, Warren Buffet, Bill Gates, and a host of other billionaires who make one-time gifts of vast amounts of their fortune to create foundations and causes in their names, or the mothers in Darfur who give up meals each and every day so their children can eat? Both are important, of course, but I believe that the potential benefit to ourselves and others are greater if our giving is more of a way of life and comes without expectation of something in return. Imagine the ripple effect if we all lived our lives this way.
There is an old Buddhist metaphor that asks, do you give as a king who magnanimously shares his wealth with his people after it is gained, or do you give as a ferryman who ferries himself and others across the river safely together, or do you give as a shepherd who makes sure his flock is always in front and arrives safely first? Which do you think brings a greater benefit and sense of well-being?
I haven't always given of myself, but I learned to behave into a new way of being (another way of saying 'fake it 'til you make it.') I remember debating with a friend, for instance, about how I wanted to be more generous in my feelings with others but couldn't. Since I didn't feel generous, I argued, how I could I be generous? It wasn't authentic. Finally one day I just tried complimenting a friend, even though it didn't feel quite natural to me at the time. Surprisingly, not only was he was moved, but so was I. My acting generously aroused feelings of generosity.
Sometime later, in a meeting with friends, this issue of giving of myself came up again. They weren't satisfied with the emotional connection they were getting from me. So they challenged me to sit in front of each one of them, look into their eyes, and express what I saw and what I felt. To my amazement, squeezed in this way my intuition and my heart came rushing forth. Somehow, on a gut level, I knew both the gifts and the challenges each person had in this life and pointed to them accurately. In expressing this in words, I also felt a deeper appreciation for them. In those few moments, I gave myself totally over to each one of my friends and discovered a gift that I always thought was missing but was really there all along.
Giving in these little ways is now a big part of my life. We can all learn to give. Winston Churchill said, "We make a living by what we get, we make a life by what we give." There is real transformative power in giving, and that is the true spirit of Christmas.
Clint Sidle is the Director of the Roy H. Park Leadership Fellows Program at the Johnson School - Cornell University and author of This Hungry Spirit: Your Need for Basic Goodness (December 2009) www.larsonpublications.com.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Thursday, May 12, 2011
Yesterday was Kyren and Yohann's musical concert. Kyren and his class sang two songs from Lion King (I just can't wait to be king and can you feel the love tonight). When Kyren was in line waiting to get on stage, Kim kept yelling, "kyn cum yer, kyn cum yr"..and she kept turning her head and pointing to the empty seat next to us...
Yohann and kyren had a brotherly dispute just before leaving (over gum!!) and Yohann refused to go to the concert (whats new?-he knows when to pull the plug). Keith and myself ofcourse resorted finally to threatening coz we were were afraid this boy was derailing our plan to reach on time. we went 'i'm going to call the police and let them know you are at home alone' ..no response to the threat...then i pretended to call his teacher to complain 'Yohann does not want to go to the concert'..i spoke in a loud voice because i wanted him to overhear..but he yelled back ' I don't care'...then finally exasperated and tired, i said ok don't go onto the stage but let's go to the concert because we cannot leave you at home alone. so he finally agreed. he wore a white shirt and black pants (concert ready, but not willing to go on stage). so off we went. He seemed in a good mood in the car. because i did not know how to activate the video function on the camera i handed it to him, gosh i feel old, he was very excited and started taking pictures and zooming in to take kyren's picture (although i don't know why he did that, he can see kyren personally every day)..anyways, all is good and my darling kim yelling..kyn cum yr..Kyrens' program got over and then it was his class that was lining up to go onto the stage, as were crawling along, i was nudging him 'go yohann, go, go'...he was rocking on heels back and forth, not sure what to do..i shoved him in the front and called out to his teacher Mrs Godfrey and she was all smiles "yohann come come'..so he had no choice but to relent...
Yohann and kyren had a brotherly dispute just before leaving (over gum!!) and Yohann refused to go to the concert (whats new?-he knows when to pull the plug). Keith and myself ofcourse resorted finally to threatening coz we were were afraid this boy was derailing our plan to reach on time. we went 'i'm going to call the police and let them know you are at home alone' ..no response to the threat...then i pretended to call his teacher to complain 'Yohann does not want to go to the concert'..i spoke in a loud voice because i wanted him to overhear..but he yelled back ' I don't care'...then finally exasperated and tired, i said ok don't go onto the stage but let's go to the concert because we cannot leave you at home alone. so he finally agreed. he wore a white shirt and black pants (concert ready, but not willing to go on stage). so off we went. He seemed in a good mood in the car. because i did not know how to activate the video function on the camera i handed it to him, gosh i feel old, he was very excited and started taking pictures and zooming in to take kyren's picture (although i don't know why he did that, he can see kyren personally every day)..anyways, all is good and my darling kim yelling..kyn cum yr..Kyrens' program got over and then it was his class that was lining up to go onto the stage, as were crawling along, i was nudging him 'go yohann, go, go'...he was rocking on heels back and forth, not sure what to do..i shoved him in the front and called out to his teacher Mrs Godfrey and she was all smiles "yohann come come'..so he had no choice but to relent...
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Trendy turn-offs and fashion fights (I can totally relate)-Article by Jessica Napier
What better compliment than your husband turning and saying 'wow' 'u look awesome'!!..I have my own personal style that sometimes does not sit well with Keith..still, it is important that I hold my own and not give in all the time to the way he wants to see me dressed up. he has his style and I have mine..while i'd love for him to say 'wow'..i am not about to compromise all the time. Like when I got my new bag...he thought it was ghastly and not everyone liked it, infact most people didnt' and because of that reaction i started to doubt my judgement...but I thought to the time when I laid eyes on it and when I was walking out of the shop, so proud, with my head held high and my bag in full view to the public..like to say' look, what I found' :-)
still having said that, i am changing and finding my unique style and guess what? we actually sometimes agree on fashion. the article below by Jessica resonated with me.infact she articulated it better that I could have..
Trendy turn-offs and fashion fights
The other day, I found myself standing in my closet with a serious case of nothing to wear syndrome.
After I had spent half an hour rummaging through an enormous pile of clothes, I eventually decided to throw on an old standby summer dress. I emerged from the closet in a fun, flirty (and maybe most importantly, forgiving) frock only to be met with unappreciative groans from my boyfriend who had been patiently waiting while I had my wardrobe-related meltdown.
“Couldn’t you wear something a little tighter?” he asked, eyeing my flowy, empire waist garment. “That looks a little bit like a tent.”
Apparently, my testosterone-fuelled roommate is not a fan of comfort over curves. I decided to keep the dress on regardless -- this was hardly the first time we had feuded over fashion.
Our most memorable clash was our war of words over the siren-red lipstick. I say sexy bombshell, he says unkissable harlot. It seems most men do not appreciate puckering up to someone with an intensely pigmented mouth.
Why do men and women have such vastly different opinions on our favourite items of clothing? I have to assume that guys don’t really care about the clothes themselves, they’re more concerned with how we look in them. Figure trumps fashion, and so the trends we find en vogue are often given a thumbs down by the men in our lives.
Looking back, we’ve all made some style faux-pas at one point or another. In the ’90s, my middle-school self had a bad perm and an even more heinous collection of French berets.
I guess I’ve always taken an experimental approach to fashion. This year alone I’ve dabbled in bold shoulder pads, floral hair bands, faux fur vests, clogs, pastel blue nail polish — hell, I even own a pair of jeggings. But more often than not, these looks are met with an eyebrow raise from a partner who doesn’t seem to appreciate my penchant for achingly trendy items.
So what fashion fad do men hate the most? UGGs. Yes, according to a recent study (and by that I mean an informal poll of my male friends and coworkers) these ubiquitously frumpy boots top the tragic trend list.
Sorry guys, but as long as there are mid-February snowstorms and icy sidewalks, you’ll find us stomping through the slush in our hideously practical footwear.
still having said that, i am changing and finding my unique style and guess what? we actually sometimes agree on fashion. the article below by Jessica resonated with me.infact she articulated it better that I could have..
Trendy turn-offs and fashion fights
The other day, I found myself standing in my closet with a serious case of nothing to wear syndrome.
After I had spent half an hour rummaging through an enormous pile of clothes, I eventually decided to throw on an old standby summer dress. I emerged from the closet in a fun, flirty (and maybe most importantly, forgiving) frock only to be met with unappreciative groans from my boyfriend who had been patiently waiting while I had my wardrobe-related meltdown.
“Couldn’t you wear something a little tighter?” he asked, eyeing my flowy, empire waist garment. “That looks a little bit like a tent.”
Apparently, my testosterone-fuelled roommate is not a fan of comfort over curves. I decided to keep the dress on regardless -- this was hardly the first time we had feuded over fashion.
Our most memorable clash was our war of words over the siren-red lipstick. I say sexy bombshell, he says unkissable harlot. It seems most men do not appreciate puckering up to someone with an intensely pigmented mouth.
Why do men and women have such vastly different opinions on our favourite items of clothing? I have to assume that guys don’t really care about the clothes themselves, they’re more concerned with how we look in them. Figure trumps fashion, and so the trends we find en vogue are often given a thumbs down by the men in our lives.
Looking back, we’ve all made some style faux-pas at one point or another. In the ’90s, my middle-school self had a bad perm and an even more heinous collection of French berets.
I guess I’ve always taken an experimental approach to fashion. This year alone I’ve dabbled in bold shoulder pads, floral hair bands, faux fur vests, clogs, pastel blue nail polish — hell, I even own a pair of jeggings. But more often than not, these looks are met with an eyebrow raise from a partner who doesn’t seem to appreciate my penchant for achingly trendy items.
So what fashion fad do men hate the most? UGGs. Yes, according to a recent study (and by that I mean an informal poll of my male friends and coworkers) these ubiquitously frumpy boots top the tragic trend list.
Sorry guys, but as long as there are mid-February snowstorms and icy sidewalks, you’ll find us stomping through the slush in our hideously practical footwear.
Girl Crushes- so true for me...(by Jessica Napier)
The fine art of admiring your girl crush
A couple weeks ago, I spotted her at a too-hip-for-me restaurant. I instantly felt flustered and had to whisper an awkward explanation to my confused dinner companion. Look at her! Her hair is the best and that dress is so cute and she’s in interior design and, Oh my God, did you see her shoes?
Luckily, my friend understood; we’ve all experienced that totally irrational nervousness around a girl crush at one point or another.
Let me clarify, I’m not rethinking my sexuality. I have a girl crush and my feelings are very platonic; it’s a decidedly non-sexual appreciation.
A 2005 New York Times article on the subject of girl crushes describes the phenomenon as the “fervent infatuation that one heterosexual woman develops for another woman who may seem impossibly sophisticated, gifted, beautiful or accomplished.”
That sounds about right.
Girl crushes are those fantastic femmes we put up on a pedestal because they’re just so unbelievably cool. They are the women that design jewelry as a career, never have a bad hair day and can actually wear an on-trend jumpsuit without looking like a plumber.
Evidently, I’ve fallen pretty hard for my own same-sex object of desire. But it’s totally harmless and not at all creepy (I promise). I don’t want to get with her; I just want to hang out, maybe borrow some of her clothes.
The best girl crushes aren’t close friends (that’s just weird) but someone to admire from afar. Celebrities are common subjects for girl-crushing, but personally I am much more likely to develop a thing for a friend of a friend, a girl who rides the bus with me, or (dare I say it) a stranger I stumble upon while browsing a long-lost classmate’s Facebook profile.
Let’s reiterate — I swear this isn’t creepy.
Funnily enough, my boyfriend usually offers a pretty lacklustre response when I point out a girl that I think is oh-so-awesome. While you might assume he’s just trying to be diplomatic, this actually makes a lot of sense. Girl crushes are Girl Hot rather than Guy Hot. Trust me, there’s a difference. Megan Fox is Guy Hot, Alexa Chung is Girl Hot.
Women become enamoured with women who are funky, stylish and successful while men tend to worship … well, body parts.
A couple weeks ago, I spotted her at a too-hip-for-me restaurant. I instantly felt flustered and had to whisper an awkward explanation to my confused dinner companion. Look at her! Her hair is the best and that dress is so cute and she’s in interior design and, Oh my God, did you see her shoes?
Luckily, my friend understood; we’ve all experienced that totally irrational nervousness around a girl crush at one point or another.
Let me clarify, I’m not rethinking my sexuality. I have a girl crush and my feelings are very platonic; it’s a decidedly non-sexual appreciation.
A 2005 New York Times article on the subject of girl crushes describes the phenomenon as the “fervent infatuation that one heterosexual woman develops for another woman who may seem impossibly sophisticated, gifted, beautiful or accomplished.”
That sounds about right.
Girl crushes are those fantastic femmes we put up on a pedestal because they’re just so unbelievably cool. They are the women that design jewelry as a career, never have a bad hair day and can actually wear an on-trend jumpsuit without looking like a plumber.
Evidently, I’ve fallen pretty hard for my own same-sex object of desire. But it’s totally harmless and not at all creepy (I promise). I don’t want to get with her; I just want to hang out, maybe borrow some of her clothes.
The best girl crushes aren’t close friends (that’s just weird) but someone to admire from afar. Celebrities are common subjects for girl-crushing, but personally I am much more likely to develop a thing for a friend of a friend, a girl who rides the bus with me, or (dare I say it) a stranger I stumble upon while browsing a long-lost classmate’s Facebook profile.
Let’s reiterate — I swear this isn’t creepy.
Funnily enough, my boyfriend usually offers a pretty lacklustre response when I point out a girl that I think is oh-so-awesome. While you might assume he’s just trying to be diplomatic, this actually makes a lot of sense. Girl crushes are Girl Hot rather than Guy Hot. Trust me, there’s a difference. Megan Fox is Guy Hot, Alexa Chung is Girl Hot.
Women become enamoured with women who are funky, stylish and successful while men tend to worship … well, body parts.
Friday, January 28, 2011
J's awesome poetry
OBAMA
Smart, President Ruling, Caring, Solving
Obama rules the U.S.A.
I live in a house
Cooling, Living, Heating
Tall, Convenient
Awesome
Open Door Open Door
Open, Connected
Opening, Swaying , Creaking
Numbers, Multiplication
Closed door
What I dislike
Doing lots of homework
Going for a bath
Watching T.V
Playing games on the computer
And I dislike math
What I like My mom and dad
Playing soccer
Playing manhunt
Having no homework
Riding my bike
I like fishing on a boat
But sometimes I ta0ke a break and watch a goat
I like when the water is calm
But then my mum puts Balm
And then we go home and vote
I like reading a book
And then my brother comes and the book shook
And he wants me to play
And then I say ‘No Way’
And then he starts helping my cook!’
Pencils in my pocket are really very green
But then someone stole it and he is very mean
I went in search of the pencils that were in my pocket
So I searched and searched, and the man was keen
So he gave my pencils back and so I was clean
Betty bought some butter
The Butter was Bitter
So Betty bought some better Butter
To make the bitter Butter better
Fall / AutumnI like Fall so much!
Halloween is in Autumn
Don’t you like it too?
J - Jamming with the Guitar
E - Enter into Jeremy’s pride
R - Reading books all the time
E - Everlasting love for the computer
M - My brother’s turning good
Y - Yes its true! Even I cannot believe it
H - Huron is One
O - Ontario is Two
M - Michigan is Three
E - Erie sounds weird
S - Superior I cannot pronounce
Pencils
Yellow, Slender
Writing, Helping, Decorating
Awesome to have
Eraser
Obama
Wonderful, Cool
Ruling, Dancing, Partying
Best President ever!
PRESIDENT
Smart, President Ruling, Caring, Solving
Obama rules the U.S.A.
I live in a house
Cooling, Living, Heating
Tall, Convenient
Awesome
Open Door Open Door
Open, Connected
Opening, Swaying , Creaking
Numbers, Multiplication
Closed door
What I dislike
Doing lots of homework
Going for a bath
Watching T.V
Playing games on the computer
And I dislike math
What I like My mom and dad
Playing soccer
Playing manhunt
Having no homework
Riding my bike
I like fishing on a boat
But sometimes I ta0ke a break and watch a goat
I like when the water is calm
But then my mum puts Balm
And then we go home and vote
I like reading a book
And then my brother comes and the book shook
And he wants me to play
And then I say ‘No Way’
And then he starts helping my cook!’
Pencils in my pocket are really very green
But then someone stole it and he is very mean
I went in search of the pencils that were in my pocket
So I searched and searched, and the man was keen
So he gave my pencils back and so I was clean
Betty bought some butter
The Butter was Bitter
So Betty bought some better Butter
To make the bitter Butter better
Fall / AutumnI like Fall so much!
Halloween is in Autumn
Don’t you like it too?
J - Jamming with the Guitar
E - Enter into Jeremy’s pride
R - Reading books all the time
E - Everlasting love for the computer
M - My brother’s turning good
Y - Yes its true! Even I cannot believe it
H - Huron is One
O - Ontario is Two
M - Michigan is Three
E - Erie sounds weird
S - Superior I cannot pronounce
Pencils
Yellow, Slender
Writing, Helping, Decorating
Awesome to have
Eraser
Obama
Wonderful, Cool
Ruling, Dancing, Partying
Best President ever!
PRESIDENT
Jan 26th, Dad and Mom's 26th anniversary + sisters lunch at SoT
Yesterday, we went to South of Temperance, a really hip resturant in downtown toronto (Bay and Adelaide)..I loved the Bar setting area, so contemporary and cool..anyways, reached there late and was so surprised when I ordered the slow braised lamb shank, it came within 10 mins. service was fantastic..a really cool guy was confirming that our choices were good. He recommended the fish tacos for gel (which was ridiculously good) and reins had salmon (kinda boring choice, given the resturant we were in)..you can get grilled salmon with veggies anywhere even in my kitchen :-) :-). but the vibe in the resturant was so cool...well dressed Bay Street folks, some so hiply dressed...I just love the vibe downtown, it is much better than where I am presently located at Bay and Wellesley....still cool, nice shops and all and I love the creativity of some people in putting together what I consider their own personal style. Dessert was blueberry pudding with mascaporne sauce and some fruit coulis...reins has a coffee with white chocolate...which was ok..at least she didn't order icecream or something totally safe..and gel had chocolate something which was good too..
That evening, I remember sitting on the bed with Kyren, Yohann and Kim....Ky sitting on the periphery of Kim's crib..his legs dangling over..and yohann sprawled on our bed with kim jumping all over the place..we were talking about who they hang out in their breaks with...yohann said a couple of names including Selena..and I had questioned 'isn't she a girl? and he said 'yeah, but not girly girl, more like a tomboy..and then they both warned that Kim better not turn into a girly girl, because no way they were going to watch barbie movies with her.the talk turned to Karate and Ky was showing me his moves, swinging his legs really high and falling down as a result of the momentum of his swing :-)...yo, as usual quick to copy and prove he's so far behind..tried some moves too.. and Kim, wanting not be left behind..started to follow her brothers moves which was really funny....but so cute because she was frowning and trying to concentrate, so intent on being a big girl..those few moments were priceless...
We went on Jan 26th to Tuckers market place with the whole valdeiro family...that was so much of fun for the boys...they hung around the dessert counters and had a blast...but were very dissppointed when they asked if they could play hide and seek and we said 'absolutely not'...ky and J started crying, informing us that they had to endure eating and sitting down and now we tell them there is no reward for their good behaviour?...they could not believe that we said that they could not play in the resturant,....anyways, kim was walking about trying to jump and everytime she managed to get her feet of the ground she fell on her bottom and said 'ooowwwww'...nicole on the other hand had her eyes trained on reins and everything she did, she wanted her mom to look and applaud....she only had eyes for her mom...nobody or nothing else mattered...love is, looking at a person all the time with stars in your eyes..remember those small cartoon strips that showed up in Midday' ...I used to cut and hold on to them because I thought they were so cute. anyways I whispered to gel and asked that she bring mum, dad, J&A home for coffee...so that's what they did..we talked and the kids played..everybody went home and to bed, tired and happy..oh! what a nice life we have!!..who do we thank for our good luck? nobody but god..I mean Jesus.... so thank you buddy, for watching over all of us and ensuring that everyday for all of us is full of happiness...Whenever I thank god for the good luck I have, my thoughts turn to the poor people esp children begging for food or working their 5 year old arses off...how does god not look at them and feel any compassion..at least he had a good life growing up..he screwed up..big time..flawed judgement, I'd say, and then I take back my thanks...because for me to be really happy I need to know everyone in the world is at peace...that is his job and he ain't doing a good job at all.....sorry, but that's just the truth.
That evening, I remember sitting on the bed with Kyren, Yohann and Kim....Ky sitting on the periphery of Kim's crib..his legs dangling over..and yohann sprawled on our bed with kim jumping all over the place..we were talking about who they hang out in their breaks with...yohann said a couple of names including Selena..and I had questioned 'isn't she a girl? and he said 'yeah, but not girly girl, more like a tomboy..and then they both warned that Kim better not turn into a girly girl, because no way they were going to watch barbie movies with her.the talk turned to Karate and Ky was showing me his moves, swinging his legs really high and falling down as a result of the momentum of his swing :-)...yo, as usual quick to copy and prove he's so far behind..tried some moves too.. and Kim, wanting not be left behind..started to follow her brothers moves which was really funny....but so cute because she was frowning and trying to concentrate, so intent on being a big girl..those few moments were priceless...
We went on Jan 26th to Tuckers market place with the whole valdeiro family...that was so much of fun for the boys...they hung around the dessert counters and had a blast...but were very dissppointed when they asked if they could play hide and seek and we said 'absolutely not'...ky and J started crying, informing us that they had to endure eating and sitting down and now we tell them there is no reward for their good behaviour?...they could not believe that we said that they could not play in the resturant,....anyways, kim was walking about trying to jump and everytime she managed to get her feet of the ground she fell on her bottom and said 'ooowwwww'...nicole on the other hand had her eyes trained on reins and everything she did, she wanted her mom to look and applaud....she only had eyes for her mom...nobody or nothing else mattered...love is, looking at a person all the time with stars in your eyes..remember those small cartoon strips that showed up in Midday' ...I used to cut and hold on to them because I thought they were so cute. anyways I whispered to gel and asked that she bring mum, dad, J&A home for coffee...so that's what they did..we talked and the kids played..everybody went home and to bed, tired and happy..oh! what a nice life we have!!..who do we thank for our good luck? nobody but god..I mean Jesus.... so thank you buddy, for watching over all of us and ensuring that everyday for all of us is full of happiness...Whenever I thank god for the good luck I have, my thoughts turn to the poor people esp children begging for food or working their 5 year old arses off...how does god not look at them and feel any compassion..at least he had a good life growing up..he screwed up..big time..flawed judgement, I'd say, and then I take back my thanks...because for me to be really happy I need to know everyone in the world is at peace...that is his job and he ain't doing a good job at all.....sorry, but that's just the truth.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Cony's bday
Jan 24th,
We went to Connnies Bday..A bowling party that was to start at 7pm..Keith as usual has been consistently driving home to all at home that bedtime is 7:30..so we started to look for a babysitter so that kids could be in bed by 8pm...our babysitter was a cute young girl but not so young that we would worry about her capability.
Keith made pork tenderloin with potatoes for dinner for us...he knows I come back ravenous as lunch is usually a small s/wich followed by a cup of tea at 2:30pm. I am trying to keep to a 1200 calorie diet. which actually is quite easy if I don't indulge too much in the sweet stuff...so I got home, quickly loaded my plate and ew!!! i decided i don't like the bite of pork..it has just got that weird bite, I don't know, but i hated it..so I spat it out, quickly dressed up. showed melody how to wrap kimberly in a blanket and put her to sleep. i could see my little doll standing on a chair at the table, touching everything in site...i love her sooooo much, she is the most beautiful girl in this world...I would give god A++++ for the masterpiece he has created. anyways, we slipped out, got into the car and drove off...it was nice actually not to hve the boys yelling at the back..just me and keith. we talked and laughed and enjoyed the ride.
We had lots of fun bowling...i sorta missed my kids though...i felt free but i missed them...like when you have pain in some area and then it's gone, you miss it :-) ;-). We kept checking our cellphone for any frantic calls, expecting to hear ' come home, kim is crying etc' but nothing, so we continued to play and socialise (I didn't know then, but there was no coverage as the bowling alley was an underground thing and Ky did call to say goodnight and wanted to know when we were going to be home')...
On our way home, Melody called us, she said that Kim wouldn't sleep and we know that she was extremely tired as she had woken up at 1:30 pm that day, so we were expecting her to be asleep when we got that call at 9:15pm..Keith was cool but still I could see he was trying to get home quickly, she has his heart, totally.
....but kim was awake when we got back...her small beautiful face pressed to the window searching for us...melody told us that she refused to go into our bedroom and kept knocking on ky's bedroom door to open it...they went to sleep on time...and then she came down and slipped her boots on and was trying to reach to main door knob to go out to look for us....it was an experience but I don't think keith and myself will do it again....but it was a good experiment that cost us $50. Keith looked sad when melody was telling us how kim put her boots on and was trying to open the door....gosh, how i love that girl.
melody also told us that boys were super nice but she said that yohann was a bit boistrous...i suspect it had to do with dealing with kim..he bosses her around....ky is very gentle with her and will never yell at her..but yo sometimes yells like we sometimes lose our cool and yell at him....
We went to Connnies Bday..A bowling party that was to start at 7pm..Keith as usual has been consistently driving home to all at home that bedtime is 7:30..so we started to look for a babysitter so that kids could be in bed by 8pm...our babysitter was a cute young girl but not so young that we would worry about her capability.
Keith made pork tenderloin with potatoes for dinner for us...he knows I come back ravenous as lunch is usually a small s/wich followed by a cup of tea at 2:30pm. I am trying to keep to a 1200 calorie diet. which actually is quite easy if I don't indulge too much in the sweet stuff...so I got home, quickly loaded my plate and ew!!! i decided i don't like the bite of pork..it has just got that weird bite, I don't know, but i hated it..so I spat it out, quickly dressed up. showed melody how to wrap kimberly in a blanket and put her to sleep. i could see my little doll standing on a chair at the table, touching everything in site...i love her sooooo much, she is the most beautiful girl in this world...I would give god A++++ for the masterpiece he has created. anyways, we slipped out, got into the car and drove off...it was nice actually not to hve the boys yelling at the back..just me and keith. we talked and laughed and enjoyed the ride.
We had lots of fun bowling...i sorta missed my kids though...i felt free but i missed them...like when you have pain in some area and then it's gone, you miss it :-) ;-). We kept checking our cellphone for any frantic calls, expecting to hear ' come home, kim is crying etc' but nothing, so we continued to play and socialise (I didn't know then, but there was no coverage as the bowling alley was an underground thing and Ky did call to say goodnight and wanted to know when we were going to be home')...
On our way home, Melody called us, she said that Kim wouldn't sleep and we know that she was extremely tired as she had woken up at 1:30 pm that day, so we were expecting her to be asleep when we got that call at 9:15pm..Keith was cool but still I could see he was trying to get home quickly, she has his heart, totally.
....but kim was awake when we got back...her small beautiful face pressed to the window searching for us...melody told us that she refused to go into our bedroom and kept knocking on ky's bedroom door to open it...they went to sleep on time...and then she came down and slipped her boots on and was trying to reach to main door knob to go out to look for us....it was an experience but I don't think keith and myself will do it again....but it was a good experiment that cost us $50. Keith looked sad when melody was telling us how kim put her boots on and was trying to open the door....gosh, how i love that girl.
melody also told us that boys were super nice but she said that yohann was a bit boistrous...i suspect it had to do with dealing with kim..he bosses her around....ky is very gentle with her and will never yell at her..but yo sometimes yells like we sometimes lose our cool and yell at him....
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