tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83608452977555110742024-03-13T06:50:54.366-06:00The World is a TileAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11511766560454052807noreply@blogger.comBlogger55125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8360845297755511074.post-37208752865873332092015-05-06T17:33:00.000-06:002015-05-06T17:33:49.305-06:00The Deepest Cut: The First In a SeriesAs the title of this blog states, this is the first in a series of blogs. I do not share this information lightly. I have weighed the impact of publicly voicing this part of my life, versus letting people know about my daughter. It has been a very difficult decision. But throughout the process- and healing IS a process- I've found a voice which makes me want to advocate for those who suffer. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11511766560454052807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8360845297755511074.post-82377901334324641382014-11-19T00:33:00.000-07:002014-11-19T00:33:30.115-07:00Its New To MeA little background for this post. My father works for a number of local organizations as an English teacher. He's retired & now teaches ESL (English as Second Language). During the day, he teaches refugees from all over the world. In the evening he teaches for ESL for a people already living in the US & working on their English. The ironic part of his "jobs" is that he does not believe Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11511766560454052807noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8360845297755511074.post-22227716600247224192014-10-22T15:12:00.003-06:002014-10-22T15:12:38.745-06:00Half Life CrisisI celebrated my 40th birthday this year. Along with my birthday came much introspection, prayer and thought. I wasn't at a happy place in my career, which had a domino effect on my life. Anxiety was at an all-time high, patience an all-time low. If you were close to me, you would have seen I wasn't myself. In fact, there were some very dark times (like night. That was a joke.). I had some very Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11511766560454052807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8360845297755511074.post-28950585159639902732014-08-31T01:19:00.000-06:002014-08-31T01:19:07.593-06:00Sorry Not Sorry
So many people not sorry, they have their own t-shirt.
Last year when my teen daughter stole an electronic gadget, she initiated a gazillion microblogging site accounts. It was almost as literal as a kid in a candy store. I caught on after a few days & went back to read through her accounts to see what was up (digitally, yo). One of the phrases she used with consistency was a snarky, "Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11511766560454052807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8360845297755511074.post-52048229286698010302014-08-18T22:21:00.000-06:002014-08-18T22:21:31.004-06:00Empathy: Pass It On!At the behest of some, and by necessity of self, I return to blogging. I think I did all things Social Media for so long, I was tired of hearing my own voice on the interweb. Now that I'm moving on professionally, I feel free once again to move on blog-wise. Aren't you lucky?
The world is a really dark and cruel place. I glance at the headlines, and cannot believe the hatred, thoughtlessness or Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11511766560454052807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8360845297755511074.post-53101963408639242962012-11-12T21:21:00.001-07:002012-11-12T21:21:40.442-07:00And...Onward
In times of trouble, frustration and loneliness, I remind myself- nothing is permanent. We always know there are brighter days ahead. Sometimes, its simply tougher than other times to keep your chin up and press forward. Thankfully, we have the blessing to always press forward. Better days: please come swiftly and succor my soul.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11511766560454052807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8360845297755511074.post-52255370727109956562012-11-05T21:55:00.000-07:002012-11-05T21:55:18.440-07:00And I Shall Vote For...
You know...I come from a funny little family. I was fortunate enough to be taught in word and deed about many things. Manners were really big in our house. Holy cow- if you couldn't chew with your mouth closed or keep a napkin on your lap during dinner, my mom would let you know about your lack of manners. Yet I am not at all ashamed of the teachings I received, strict or arcane as some of themAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11511766560454052807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8360845297755511074.post-78823687510497711762012-09-30T23:01:00.000-06:002012-09-30T23:01:53.626-06:00Popcorn Popping on the Apricot Tree...In China!I just stumbled across such a lovely story, I've been feeling the need to share it. My blog is called "The World Is A Tile" because its just a tiny, small world we live in. This story kind of illustrates the point.
I work for a very small, local company. You get all the good & bad you do with a small company. The bad, everyone wears numerous (nay, too many) hats. The good, well the people. IAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11511766560454052807noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8360845297755511074.post-11211304628590767772012-09-10T21:41:00.002-06:002012-09-10T21:41:51.782-06:00Back in the Saddle AgainI haven't blogged all summer, and my mother is probably the only one to notice. Which is just fine, by the way. Summer began with employment, after 11 months of UNemployment. New job was quickly followed by new car, which was quickly followed with my daughter starting a new school (Jr High!).
While I don't have oodles of time to write about our little family's adventures, I do have a few Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11511766560454052807noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8360845297755511074.post-75413429839010451942012-04-25T23:19:00.000-06:002012-04-25T23:19:02.912-06:00This Lump of ClayTwo things are mostly responsible for this post: First, an abundance of time has given me the opportunity to read. I love reading! I was explaining to my daughter how I used to go to bed with stacks of books around me. True story. I've been boasting to my daughter- I've read 6 books in 7 days...how's your reading going? For her, its a little competition to get her to pay attention & focus on Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11511766560454052807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8360845297755511074.post-38120114586311280622012-04-08T00:28:00.002-06:002012-04-08T01:08:19.963-06:00A Little Goes A Long Way
This week has been a bit busy. My entire family has gathered from NJ & FL to join my daughter & I for Easter. The house is noisy, chaotic and full of people. In short- it's wonderful. Naturally, since I have company, I fell ill. Totally lame and kind of my own fault for not taking care of myself before I got seriously sick, but no big deal. I went to my trustworthy doctor, got a Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11511766560454052807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8360845297755511074.post-76826565692416798492012-04-01T00:45:00.000-06:002012-04-01T00:45:28.805-06:003 Years, 3 Letters
My mother is visiting us from New Jersey. Its a real treat to have my mom here. She's been busy heading up the "Bucking Up" brigade and has been keeping the house spit spot. My mom is obsessed with cleaning- she actually enjoys it (seriously!), so I let her have her fun. My laundry basket is emptied every day, and ever night clean, folded clothes magically appear. We spend the days doing silly Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11511766560454052807noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8360845297755511074.post-80016592418197583452012-03-16T00:17:00.000-06:002012-03-16T00:42:45.772-06:00Good Cop/Bad Cop...or Single, Deranged MomIt is a scientific fact some species of animals eat their young. Some days, I wish I were that species. I am probably not the greatest mom in the world (not for lack for trying), but I can say I love my little one tween much beyond words or sometimes even actions. Here I shall comment on a difficult phase we're going through (on top of puberty- as if that weren't bad enough). My kid has sticky Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11511766560454052807noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8360845297755511074.post-80044340803034835292012-02-14T10:51:00.000-07:002012-02-14T10:51:42.543-07:00Bb's Top 5 Valentine's Day Movie PicksThis year, I thought I'd go out on a limb and bring everyone my top 5 Valentine's Day Movie picks. You know, since I love this Holiday more than any other holiday (read: sarcasm). I know its deeply rooted in tradition (read: Hallmark) and emotion (read: a free dinner or flowers). So to prove once and for all that I am a romantic at heart, I present to you my top-rated love stories:
#5: Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11511766560454052807noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8360845297755511074.post-90849820597469478162012-01-06T19:28:00.001-07:002012-01-18T20:12:41.150-07:00Going HomeHome has such a depth of meaning for most people. Its not where you live, but where you are. It is where you lay your head at night, and where you surround yourself with family or loved ones. At different points in our lives home may be a childhood bedroom with a twin bed, a dorm room with stacks of books, a small apartment which used to be a garage.
There are a multitude of images which the Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11511766560454052807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8360845297755511074.post-66676423870185964932011-12-18T00:41:00.000-07:002011-12-18T01:05:11.923-07:00A Piece of CakeMy daughter requested a German Chocolate Cake for her birthday this year. Being handy in the kitchen (not bragging), I obliged. And in the process of making that confounded cake, I experienced an epiphany.
In preparation for making this cake, I did my homework. Since baking is not my forte, I researched everything from the etymology of German Chocolate Cake, to recipes, to people's reactions to Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11511766560454052807noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8360845297755511074.post-61026167866317621942011-11-24T00:21:00.001-07:002011-11-24T00:27:18.732-07:00Thanks A LotI have so very much to be grateful for. I could make a list as tall as my house of great gifts bestowed upon me. My niece, my family, my friends would all be on it. But I will let the poet Folliott S. Pierpoint speak for me in his poem-turned-hymn, "For The Beauty of The Earth." I have long loved this hymn. I have found comfort in it year round and find it especially meaningful this time of year.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11511766560454052807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8360845297755511074.post-4854867728392778362011-11-19T21:08:00.000-07:002011-11-19T21:08:58.373-07:00WIsdom From The ShireIf you know me, you know my dog, a Shih Tzu, is named Mr. Frodo. Its no accident. Firstly, I am a nerd. I have always loved the stories of Tolkien. When I adopted my dog, he went by another name. He was a scruffy, 1-year old with a serious case of snaggle tooth and no sense of home. But he had the biggest, most loving eyes I had ever seen in an animal. And I wanted him to be a little companion toAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11511766560454052807noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8360845297755511074.post-58402140771559782952011-11-14T00:01:00.000-07:002011-11-14T00:01:22.276-07:00I Can't Run But...I am a notorious dreamer. Literally. I have been ever since I can remember (age 5-ish). Dreams are the way my crazy thoughts, often kept to myself, come bubbling up to the surface. They are also a way for the world and for God to communicate to me. Its just as much as part of who I am as my eye color or my hirsuteness.
Lately, I've been dreaming A LOT. Like crazy dreaming. Some dreams mean Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11511766560454052807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8360845297755511074.post-50818069003526414002011-10-18T00:48:00.001-06:002011-10-18T17:46:47.655-06:00Did Someone Hit the Repeat Button?Life is an adventure. As a single, LDS woman raising a now 11 year old girl, some days are better than others. I joke that many days are like the movie, "Ground Hog's Day", where the hero of the film finds himself in a bit of a time warp, forced the live the same day over and over again (Ground Hog's Day, to be exact). In the movie, this character knows what's going to happen because, well...he'sAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11511766560454052807noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8360845297755511074.post-9729017345033350002011-10-13T20:38:00.000-06:002011-10-13T20:38:28.086-06:00Take Courage!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11511766560454052807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8360845297755511074.post-52652985182321610782011-09-05T03:39:00.000-06:002011-09-05T03:39:00.060-06:003:18It is 3:18 a.m., and for the I-don't-even-know-how-many-times, I am still very much awake. I'm lying in a perfectly quiet, dark room. My bed is made. The dogs are asleep in their bed. The evening is cool. I am listening to the whir of the ceiling fan and the cadence of crickets. For all intents and purposes, it is a perfectly lovely night.
The problem is, it is night. And while the world rests, Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11511766560454052807noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8360845297755511074.post-12114313414509235692011-06-08T12:46:00.001-06:002011-06-08T13:06:29.726-06:00No! Child Left BehindNerdhood came to me at an early age. I was the weird kid who loved to learn. At night I would sneak into the tiny hallway between my sister's room and mine and read random excerpts from our vintage Encyclopedia Brittanica set.
Imagine my complete incomprehension at having a daughter who doesn't enjoy learning. In my small brain, to dislike learning is akin to...disliking to breathe! School has Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11511766560454052807noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8360845297755511074.post-27457232493904929262011-05-30T22:04:00.001-06:002011-05-31T02:00:51.990-06:00Sister and Friend Azminda Roa: 1958-2011Our prayers for others flow more easily than those for ourselves. This shows we are made to live by charity. ~C.S.Lewis
I recently lost a very dear friend. She was young, she was vibrant, stubborn, wise and independent. I could fill pages telling you how amazing she was. Is. I have tried to grieve, have tried to leave this in God's hands, but I have not yet found peace.
My Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11511766560454052807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8360845297755511074.post-66989222651084348032011-04-10T22:22:00.001-06:002011-04-10T23:36:49.829-06:00Betwixt and Be TweenGrowing up, there were kids and teenagers. There was no special demographic called "Tweens". You were either a kid who rode your bike around town & played till the sun went down, or you were in Highschool and a bonafide teenager. Today we have an entire market built around the ages of 10 to 13, complete with clothes lines, body care, TV shows and cell phones.
And I, am the proud, if Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11511766560454052807noreply@blogger.com2