Humbled

Yesterday was the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure in Plano, once again I signed up as a course monitor. This is my second year of volunteering for this great cause; I do it for several reasons. First is to honor my friends who are currently fighting this disease or who are living testimonies to wining the battle. Second I do it in memory of my friend Sandi who battled this horrendous disease for 20 years, never giving up, never stopped being her and never let this disease rob her of her dignity.
I do it to let her mother know how much her daughter’s friendship meant to me, I do it to let her sons know how their mother’s life was an example of how everyone should live.
As I looked around, I saw warriors everyone, women who were survivors, proudly displaying the fact for everyone. We all applauded these women and their courageousness to tell everyone their story of triumph. I saw people who came out to show their support for finding a cure, people who were in shape and ready to run, people who were not in great shape and came ready to walk. Some were pushed, wheeled and at times carried across the finish line. But finish they did and raise money so that eventually no other families would have to know the anguish of watching their mother, daughter, sister or friend die a slow agonizing death.
I am proud to give the time I am able to in honor of this monumental task of finding a cure. If you ever have the opportunity to volunteer I believe you will find it a humbling, enlightening and fulfilling experience.

Weekend Update

There was a lot happening this weekend, it all started Friday evening, meeting with Paulina for my Susan G Komen volunteer assignment. I was to be a race monitor, that meant I would have a golf cart, very excited about that, and yes, it was as fun as I thought it was going to be. We met with Sergeant Spears of the Plano police department and she gave us the 411.
Saturday I was at the site at 6:00 a.m., yes, very early on a Saturday, picked up my volunteers and carted them off to their assignments. We had Parkwood; I dropped my people off at the barricades, with instructions not to let anyone in a car onto the race side of the street. I got to drive up and down making sure it was all going ok and there were no issues. I had one mother and daughter team that I dropped off, gave them their instructions and left. I drove back by; they were laying out on the road. I thought surely that is not them getting a tan, or perhaps they thought I meant for them to be human speed bumps, or maybe they had passed out from heat stroke. I stopped asked it all was well and they very happily informed me that they were great. Drove by again, they had moved on to petting a puppy on the opposite side of the barricade. I thought Lord don’t let anyone offer these two some candy, drove back by, they were gone. So if anyone knows what happened to these two, please let me know.
After the volunteer gig, I went to visit Jeffrey and Tessa, great visit, so much fun, I just adore that girl. I cannot believe she will be going to kindergarten in the fall. It just doesn’t seem possible, I remember the day she was born, she has owned my heart since that day.
When the Irishman came home Saturday evening, he said so are you going with me tomorrow? I said what is tomorrow? He looked at me and said I have asked you no less than three times to go with me to see Ireland play in the European playoffs. Of course this was foreign talk to me, however, one thing I understood quite well. Pride. Pride in the place you come from, he was immensely proud that his home country had made it this far in the competition. So I said yes, I would go with him, I am glad I did, it meant a lot to him that I was there with him. The look in his eyes when his team took the field, was very moving, I got a little misty eyed for him. His team did not win, but it was amazing that they had gotten so far to begin with.
That is the end of my exciting, fun filled weekend. Next up, family reunion, I can hardly wait!

Friday, Starbucks and Dean Cain

It has been a strange couple of days, I have had nightmares two nights in a row, the first night was about one of my children. So I do the only thing a mom can do, I text all of them and make them all tell me they are ok. I irritated one as he was asleep, but you know what, I don’t care, I needed to know. So there. They were all fine by the way, but the bad feeling would not go away until I heard from them.

Last night the dream was about me, I was in a house and I had all of the doors locked, however when I went into the garage and got in the car and left someone ran in behind me. I saw him, so I backed out, closed the garage door, went into the back yard and looked in the window. I saw him, the burglar, making himself at home; he was sitting and watching my television! So I yell really loud 911, because that was what I was taught to do in high school. The burglar turns and sees me and gets up and has a machete, and starts to run toward me, I run out of the back gate and jump in the car and before I can drive off I wake up. I was terrified, horrible to wake up without getting away, now I will never know.

So many things happened yesterday, what to address first, well, I’ll go in order, the big meeting. It was a lot of fun, I was not wrong to look forward to it. I do believe they are learning that you praise to success, not berate to mediocrity. The new 2nd level manager and the first level managers gave out kudos and prizes for perfect attendance for the first quarter. The people with the top numbers were recognized as well as new team leads. The only thing that happened that I was sadly disappointed with was a trainer, there was a jeopardy like contest and the contestants were drawn randomly. He was one of them, instead of answering the questions; he was feeding the answers to another contestant. I felt this was inappropriate and unprofessional, this was supposed to be a fun thing, not a cheating thing. He should have answered and let everyone know why he was in a training position. To cheat, sad and wrong.

The rest loved it, we all clapped for our co-workers that won prizes, happy for their recognition, it almost felt like a Mary Kay meeting, I loved it.

The second thing is a not so happy thing, it was the premier of the Dean Cain show, however, I could only stomach about 10 minutes of it, as Dean was not in that segment. I have recorded it and will fast forward to his part, although I don’t even know if I will do that. I can see why I was not considered for this show. The girls are the typical ones you see on the bachelorette or MTV dating shows, more bimbo than nice girl. Of course that seems to be all men want these days, bimbos. Good luck when you procreate with them. Anyway, I don’t think I will be watching this Dean Cain offering as I am sickened by the premise.

On an up note, it is Friday and I am having Starbucks, Venti Passion Tea Lemonade unsweetened of course. So I want everyone to have a fantastic Friday, I hope you enjoy your day and your weekend. Oh I will be volunteering at the Susan G Komen run in Plano tomorrow, I am a race marshal, I can’t wait! Come out and cheer on all of the runners!

Icy Morning

This weekend was filled with good and bad, first up, the good. Friday night was dinner with good friends. So good seeing Bill and Linda, meeting Ashley’s boyfriend and seeing Nicholas. We closed down Abuelos! Total greatness, can’t wait to do it again.
Then Saturday, the Susan G. Komen survivors luncheon, then time with Jeffrey and Tessa. I took the Irishman’s girls over to play with Tess, took them to McDonalds so they could run wild, then back to Jeffrey’s for more play time. They dug in the dirt, found a worm family and had a ton of fun.
Yesterday was not so fun, I was leaving to run some errands, the wind caught the front door and it slammed on my right thumb. I am right handed, it is incredibly hard doing anything at all. I slept with a baggie full of ice, that of course melted in the night, at 6am this morning, the bag must have unzipped, ice water everywhere in the bed. I have never ever seen the Irishman jump up that fast.
So happy Monday everyone, I hope you all had a gentler wakeup than I had!

My Humbling Experience

Yesterday I had the most humbling experience I have had in a long time. I volunteered to work at the Susan G Komen survivors luncheon. I have a friend that organized the raffle and needed volunteers to help with it. I said yes without even knowing what I would be doing.
So yesterday morning I found myself surrounded by the most amazing women, women who have fought a battle and have won. They are warriors to the highest degree, amazing, strong women. What struck me as I watched them, was that cancer, not age, is the great equalizer. It knows no age, no ethnicity, has no socio economic boundaries. I saw women of every age, size, shape and color there, and they were all beautiful. You could see their souls shinning through, their warrior spirits were in attendance, one could see it in their eyes, their demeanor, they had faced the worst and they had won.
I am truly humbled to have been in such presence, so much so I have volunteered for the next even, the Plano race. I am going to drive a golf cart, so excited. I do this in part to honor Sandi’s memory, and in part to celebrate my friend Wanda’s triumph over the disease.
I have always found myself in the presence of truly great women, I don’t know why God chooses to give me these influences in my life, I am just grateful He does.
God is good, He is ever-present in my life, I am unapologetically a Christian, I am not going to water that down for anyone. I don’t feel I have to, I don’t ask anyone else to water down their religious beliefs, so they in turn should not want me to. I will pray before meals, I will ask Him for forgiveness for my trespasses and I will praise Him for the good things in my life. I will continue to ask Him to tell all that I love that have preceded me home that I said Hey.
So, today I ask Him to tell Sandi I said Hey

Zumba Time

Yesterday I tried Zumba for the first time, I convinced my workout partner, Kay, that we needed to do this. Wow, that is all I can say, well actually not, I am going to say a lot. I finally got it by those endorphins everyone is always going on about. I loved it! It was not like exercise at all, it was an hour of dancing. I haven’t sweat that much in, well, a long time. This morning I could barely get out of bed, my legs and arms hurt so much. We will be doing the class every Tuesday and Thursday, it was just a blast! High energy, low impact fun. There was a woman in there that wore this scarf thing around her waist that had all of these jingle thingies on it, I want one. I need one. I want to jingle when I shimmy. Let me tell you, I didn’t know what I was doing, at times I was lost, but I just kept moving, and figured the more I went the more I would get the steps. I probably looked like a big ol’ donkey, and I didn’t care, still don’t.
Elizabeth Anne has gotten me hooked on a new game, it is a drawing game, for those of you who know me really well, you know that I do not draw well. So it is funny as all get out, I laugh so hard at my own drawings. Elizabeth sent me a text last night that said “What the hell is that” out of sheer frustration at her mother’s drawing ability. For the record it was a cat pouncing. the word was pounce.
Happy Wednesday, the week is going slow, I blame the time change, I am hoping the weekend goes slow as well. Saturday I am volunteering at a Susan G. Komen event, I don’t know what I am going to be doing, but I am sure it is going to be a fun time. I have to be there at 7am, that I didn’t know I had volunteered for until Wanda sent me an email telling me the specifics. I will have to remember to set my alarm Friday night, I am very excited, I do this in memory of Sandi and in honor of all of my friends battling breast cancer.
This morning, the Irishman made my coffee, I love it when he does that, his coffee tastes so yummy! Wednesday is off to a good start!

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