Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Technology a Plus?

Sometimes the littlest things can make you the most frustrated. Technology has been a part of our family since my youngest son was 10 years old. By the time he was a teenager he new how to hack into computers at his school and of course learning to hack into local businesses seemed to give him and his friends much pleasure.
Let me assure you, that, now as a grown man, he regrets all the foolish mistakes he made.

So now we have 4 remote controls just to turn on the TV, one for CD's, one for DVD's and VCR.
The other day a friend brought over a cassette. I had to go in my car to listen to it.
What's the point? Everybody knows how these functions work and then they change things on me, and expect me to know how to put the technology back together.
(That's why I have my own computer, under lock)
Thanks for all my post-it notes that explain the different steps.!(As long as I can find them.)
Watch those little hands and fingers fly through the controls. More frustrating is that my Big Mac (41/2) comes over and sits down and uses two remote controls in his hands and knows how to put on the Little Einsteins and lets me know the old shows that should be deleted.
I'm amazed at how his minds work. He's totally in charge.
His hands never sit idle, as you can see him whipping around with them. Very similar to his father and grandfather. Now it all makes sense. The worst is when you can't find the remotes.
I love the contentedness of his little brother. He justs wants to be fed and cuddled.

I still like to think of the simple things like making a cake. At least I know that no one has taken my cookbooks or played with my stove buttons. That would be to boring for them.

"The best things in life are nearest: Breath in your nostrils, light in your eyes, flowers at your feet, duties at your hand, the path of right just before you. Then do not grasp at the stars, but do life's plain, common work as it comes, certain that daily duties and daily bread are the sweetest things in life." ~Robert Louis Stevenson

Sunday, February 24, 2008

Best Birthday Ever

We arrived a few days early for our ski week, so we could celebrate and enjoy some quietness before the whole group came up on the weekend. It's non stop when they arrive.

When I was young, birthdays were not a highlight in my home.
We might of seen some cupcakes or maybe some kind of chocolate cake with some candles,
but I remember that they were not given priority. Work was first!

So once I was married, I decided that I would always make sure I recognized each child on the EXACT day of it's birth and make a family celebration. We love to party.
Unfortunately over the years as the children have grown older we've had to adjust and make amends, but that doesn't mean you can't pick up the phone and say "Happy Birthday!"

Wednesday, Feb.13th marked my day and typically I would be woken up to the cheerful words, "Happy Birthday, Let me make you some freshly ground coffee." and the day would continue on enjoying chocolates and some fresh flowers, a few small gifts, phone-calls from the kids, and usually going out for supper. It was always a double whammy because Valentines was just around the corner and so we celebrated both.

But this year, it changed. When I awoke life seemed normal so I rolled out of bed, looked out the window and said, "Time for skiing, the sun is shining."
No coffee, no birthday greeting, nothing???

We skied all morning, had a bowl of soup in our favorite restaurant, but still no acknowledgment.
The day ended, and I decided to check my calendar, (maybe I, had something mixed up)
I flipped on the TV, and it said, Feb.12, so now I'm really beginning to think I'm loosing it.
Then I flipped to the CNN Channel and it said, Feb.13. OK, what's about to happen?

The whole time I'm thinking, "What's his new strategy?"

Finally at 4:pm when the "après-ski" spirit should be kicking in, I invited him to walk to the village with me, but he hesitantly declined.
I finally figured him out..."He was planning a surprise and was waiting anxiously for me to go for my walk."

Meanwhile, I thought to myself, this is unlikely not to receive a gift by now, so I took things into my own hands and bought myself my own birthday gift, a black cotton sweater with a Big White Logo, so that I would never forget this event. I was pleased with my purchase.

I trudged up toward the grocery store to pick up some last minute items before heading back to the condo and at the top of the staircase, I see this most bewildered man in my life...
He grabbed me and said, "What day it this?" and I just smirked...

Back in the condo when He looked at his cell phone, dated Feb.13, at 4:00pm to catch his daily messages, little did he realize, that he was in the dog house...
We had such a good laugh, reflected about the days procedures and all the clues that were not caught. This was totally out of his character. Yes, we had supper out and realized that surviving 35 years together, would allow this to pass or would it?
I wore my new sweater to supper and he noticed quickly that it was new. So I told him the need to buy my own gift. . I'm sure this sweater will tell stories for years to come.

Someone asked me, "Were you ticked?"
"No, I was not ticked at all. I kept wondering what was at the end of the stack.. I played along like a wild card. I just thought he had turned the corner, 60, but did it need to be so extreme?"


Now, in hindsight I realize that his strategy was to confuse me.
Since then I have been receiving gifts in abundance. Yesterday he wanted to go to Guildford shopping because he knows my favorite bedding store had it's winter sale.
Olive green sheets with a spice of charcoal.
I love them and they look awesome in our room.

As we walked along, he stopped at the luggage store, enquiringly looking at me.
"Don't you thing we need some new luggage that is smaller and lighter?"
I said, "What's wrong with our old stuff?"
"It's always overweight."
I wonder who will be carrying the luggage now??
Who knows, maybe there's some tickets waiting for me?

Hey, if I keep being showered with gifts like these, he can forget my birthday any time.
We've had many laughs and I'm sure I'll find him a new alarm system for next year.

Feelings of worth can flourish only in an atmosphere where
individual differences are appreciated, mistakes are tolerated,
communication is open and rules are flexible
.
Virginia Satir

Thursday, February 21, 2008

Granduer and Majesty

Only these pictures can captivate the highlights of a wonderful week
packed full of activities with family and friends
of all ages enjoying one another's company.
The Coquahalla Highway was closed due to Avalanche warnings and
so, what is generally a 4 hour trip became almost 2 hours more than expected,
travelling the less desired way to Big White

Thanks to Bill Bennett and the Coquahalla crew for an
outstanding road structure to the interior.
As always I had my new music for the road trip.
This time I chose "The Lonely Shepherd, an original album by Zamfir.
We both love the selections on this album, and I was just comfortably becoming settled
into the trip with our fresh Tim Horton's Coffees,
home-made goodies, and decided this would be the perfect time to pull out that new wool
and start knitting away, to keep me distracted from the road.

Alas, I had all the tools for knitting except the Big Knitting Needles.
Now the quest to find knitting needles in the hick towns of the interior
became an on-going joke.
Finally I found "Miachel's", (craft store) in Kelowna and
bought a new set of needles. Size 17 or 12mm? What's the difference?
Now you know why the trip took so long.
I'm glad that my travelling partner has Patience
When it's all said and done, the hat was quickly knitted together and by the time
Mikki arrived it was finished. No, I didn't miss any ski time..
just didn't read quite so much.
Now I have a few more orders.
Just don't forget those "darn needles."
And there you are – right smack in the middle of the pleasures of après-ski.
A hungry group, full of appetite, from the long day of skiing,
cozy lounges, hot-tubs, lotions for soothing muscles, smells of
home-made appetizers and cooking
wafting through the kitchen air.
A good day's end and everyone is tucked in early enough,
to see who can make the first fresh tracks.

It won't take long and we'll be booking again for next year.
Watch for an up-coming post of the "Best Birthday Ever".

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

FLAT OUT!!

The ski trip was awesome, but the after effects were not quite so good.
I slept all the way home and have cancelled all my weeks activites, because I have a virus that took the best part of me. I don't even have the energy to take pictures of Lipton's soup and apple juice.

We'll get back into shape shortly and guess what my hubby bought me for my Birthday?
A new pedometer with a tether, and I wore it skiing, the results were not satisfactory.
180 steps in the morning after 2 hours of working hard.
I guess he wants me to belong to Lovella's club.

Hopefully I can check in soon again.

Monday, February 11, 2008

Creation Calls

How could I say there is no God?
When all around creation calls!!

Back to the hills we go to take in that
fresh powdery snow for a few days.
For the past 20 years we have established a traditional ski holiday.
The people have changed over the years, but we still all get excited
when we begin to plan the dates in early summer.
It doesn't take long to put a dozen people
into a three-bedroom condo.
We're people of all ages, some family, friends, and cousins.
Who does the cooking?
Everybody and that's what makes it fun and interesting.

Another special celebration goes on during this weeks planning.
We celebrate birthdays.
Way back in 1980, on the day of my 30th birthday,
I gave birth to another delightful little girl.
So we love to come together and celebrate in style.

My daughter, Mikki is a child who loves
nothing more than living on the edge.
Snowboarding, hiking, running, cycling
give her the strength to endure.
She is studying to be an Occupational Therapist at UBC.
She has a heart of compassion for those living with disabilities.

She lives life with passion, zeal, and sensitivity.
She's experienced, restlessness, anxiety and loss.
She's realized that the reality of life's events
can bring forth her inner strengths
and can create a deep sense of satisfaction and inspiration.

One day while we were in a deep discussion,
I thought I had the perfect solution and she looked at me and said,
"Remember mom, that's why you gave us roots
and now we're pushing out of the nest."
Wow! Did that strike a chord deeply within me.
Of course we had given our children roots.
Roots go deep and help our children grow strong.
Wings lift children upward and inspire them.
Roots I can handle; wings are my challenge.

Mikki thanks for that reminder. Happy Birthday Mikki!
We'll see who can win the down hill race.

I'll share the results of the race next week.

Marg


Saturday, February 9, 2008

A Life Cut Short

Yesterday I attended the funeral of a young mother (49) Heather.
September 11, she was diagnosed with a brain tumor.
February 3 she passed away at home surrounded by her loving family.
I've known Heather and her family for many years.
Later in life she and Mark adopted two wonderful children.
Heather loved and raised those children with a Mother's Heart.
She struggled in the past months.
She could not have children of her own
and now she had the joys of raising
these two children aged 9 and 11,
and yet, why would God let her abandon them at such an early age?

Heather lived a life of fun and joy and like the pastor mentioned
She was a bit on the wild and crazy side.
It was always hard to contain her to a box.
There family loved camping, hiking, travelling and
spending time at the cabin.
She played the piano on the worship team and even there,
in her worship, she delighted in giving God the praise.

She loved her Author.
She shared her Author with everyone she met
In the summer she opened her home for DVBS and invited all the
children from the neighbor hood and wanted to introduce them to Jesus.

But as the Pastor mentioned, her past months were a blistery winter season.
It was a very difficult time.
But the season of winter for her is over.
There are no more tears and no more headaches.

Spring has come and she has entered a new Season.
As difficult as it is, for all of us to say Goodbye,
we welcome her to her new Season of Life with her Author.

Heather would want all of us to know her Author.
A life well lived with Delight, Devotion and Determination.
We love you Heather.

Have a good Day!

Thursday, February 7, 2008

Who Stole my Mango?

The time was slipping away as usual, but I knew my company was coming and I had all the right ingredients to whip up Lovella's salad. So as I reached out for my fully ripened Mango in my fruit dish, it's gone...it's not there.

My house was filled with company on the weekend and
so I called my daughters and sure enough,
Mikki decided that she could take it back home to Vancouver.
She can take what ever she wants, but don't take my Mango.
The point is that she didn't tell me and I didn't have time to replenish it.

Well my wonderful hubby jumps to the rescue and
said he'd go and pick one up.
But I stated, "It needs to be soft, plump and ripe."
Knowingly, he trotted off to town to find a mango.
The result?
Not just one Mango, but a box full.
I appreciated his act of kindness,
but I had no ripe Mango.

Well Judy, I hope to make that salad again some time,
the right way and
I'm waiting for another night of ROOK.

As a warning ladies, "Always carry a can of mandaring oranges."
You never know who might take that last mango.

Have a wonderful day!

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

A Day of Memories!

This birthday of 60 years was a wonderful day looking back
at many milestones that have shaped our lives.
Today, a father, husband and grandfather,
who continues to sacrifice unselfishly.
A time of reflection with family. We kept it simple.
A chicken dinner with mashed potatoes, gravy,
asparagus, a fresh garden salad,
topped off with his favorite homemade Hazelnut roll.
We spent time reviewing pictures of when he was a young lad,
growing up in his farming years.

His love for cars is evident. Those were his prize cars.
Now he asks, "Why didn't' I keep them?
We would have an antique show...
We enjoyed company from the youngest born in
November, 2007 who loves to smile, to the...

oldest, who is John's father who is 96 with his wife Helen.
We are greatful for the wonderful family and rich heritage.

Thank-you for the wonderful prayer, Papa.
Thank-you for your prayer Jeremy.
It's a pure privilege to hear the prayers from young and old,
thanking God for his ever ending goodness in the life of a father and son.

Memories can be a gift from God.
And some memories can have tragedies.
Memories can bring sudden understanding later in life,
when things suddenly fall into place and you realize what was happening.
Memories can give courage to go on.
Memories can quiet one in time of turmoil and
memories can cause us to be compassionate to others in need.
I believe we all felt the emotions of memories past and present.
"What is a family meant to be? A museum of memories.
Collections of carefully preserved memories and
a realization
that day-by-day
memories are being chosen
for our museum."

Edith Schaeffer



Saturday, February 2, 2008

FRESH TRACKS


I woke up this morning to fresh snow once again.
What a delight. My first thoughts were, "I can't walk."
But secondly, I noticed the sun was shining and I could make the first tracks.
On with those wonderful boots that I got for Christmas and down the road I trekked.
It's so invigorating to feel the crispness of the morning air and the sun shining
on the fresh snow leaving long lingering shadow.
The mountains are ladened with fresh snow and
the mountains are calling my name to come skiing.
Some of you have been working hard at counting your steps on pedometers.
Are there any of you who would love to take up skiing with Marg?
We'd all make fresh tracks, the first on the hill.
I would love to teach you all, especially Judy.
Let me know and we can plan a day!!!
YaHoo! Lots of pictures!!!!


As I walked I met an elderly gentleman, who has is recovering from health issues.
We talked briefly and I sent a prayer his way, "Enjoy each day."
That's the thing...as we move along at each stage of life
we need to enjoy the beauty and share it with those we love most.

That's why I'm off to the Dog Park now with my daughter
and then continue to plan the 60th!
Live each day. Make new tracks. Count your blessings.
House cleaning can wait...

"Cleaning house while the children are growing is like
shovelling snow while it's still snowing."


Marg


Friday, February 1, 2008

He's Turning 60!!

Isn't this little guy adorable?
I wonder where he comes from?
And he grows on in age and wow is he a hit.
Does anyone recognize this guy?
I wonder what kind of camera he's shooting with and what is he taking pictures of?

I need all the help...Is there anyone who has gone before me
and has had to plan a 60th?
I have no clue how he got there so fast.
If you have any ideas or suggestions, give me a shout.
I'm getting anxious.....
We're off to the city, today, to get parts or maybe just hang out,
maybe take in a movie, but our final event will be to watch a sporting event.

You know what I'll be planning this weekend.

Marg