The MickeyMiss Club

Engagement photos by Megan Chan

2009-03-12T21:11:00.008-06:00

Thank you Megan for these priceless memories. I have updated our wedding website with favorites from our engagement session, in addition to the ones below. You are exceptionally talented, and I am confident in your success! We love you!

Firsts

2009-03-12T20:16:00.002-06:00

As we entered 2009, Andy and I glowed in the sweet knowledge that we would be experiencing many "firsts" this year. We had our first cake tasting ...our first photo shoot together (see next post,) ...our first meeting with the priest, etc.

We really got excited when we received our first wedding present, and we were especially thrilled that it came from a very special family all the way in Singapore. We knew it was a wedding present because the outside of the box said, "WeddingChannel.com," but we weren't sure if we should open it or wait until after the wedding. Of course, we consulted our ever-so-helpful etiquette manual (Peggy Post's Wedding Etiquette,) which stated that "gifts received in the mail should be opened upon receipt so that "thank you" cards can be mailed immediately." There you have it.

We gathered around the brown box and very slowly and ceremoniously cut into the packing tape. We carefully lifted the four flaps, one at a time, as if each was made of fragile glass. Andy reached for the card and looked at me. After all, this was what we really wanted to see: who sent the gift? He read it aloud, and we both sighed, completely enveloped in warmth, happy to see who it was from, but just a bit sad that we haven't seen them in such a long while. That gift was an incredibly special "first."

Later that evening, I thought about these "firsts" and how special each event becomes by merely designating it a "first" this or a "first" that. Then I realized that the succession of these treasured moments will not end with our wedding, or honeymoon, or anytime soon after this occasion. I thought about the many "firsts" to come: first child, first words, first steps, first day of school...

First math test...

First camp...

First degree black belt...

Wow.

I pray that Andy and I are able to embrace every moment of every day with each other and with the children we hope to bring into this world. Every first is merely a stepping stone to the next, and, because life is simply a chain of experiences, I am already grateful for the lifetime of "firsts" to come.

It's Beginning to Feel A Lot Like Christmas

2008-12-15T21:08:00.011-06:00

Perhaps the fact that Thanksgiving came late this year is the reason that I feel as though Christmas has "snuck up on me," but what a December we've had! After getting engaged on Thanksgiving, I feel like the joy and blessings have been non-stop, beginning with the Sunday after Thanksgiving.

After having spent many hours cleaning up pine needles from the real Christmas trees of the past, I was reluctant to get another real tree. I agreed only because Andy promised to assume all responsibilities regarding the upkeep of the shedding tree. And, since we were going to get a real one anyway, why not cut it down ourselves? After doing some online research, I found a wonderful Christmas tree farm: Spring Creek Growers.

The crisp cold air that Sunday helped us welcome Christmas with our tradition. My brother, Deo, came over and picked Andy and I up for our annual get-the-tree-day, and we took the lovely scenic drive through the tree-lined country lanes, winding passed farms and pastures that seemed to glow as the afternoon sun poured through the orange leaves. Upon arriving at the farm, we hopped on to the back of a rustic hay wagon, measuring stick and saw in hand (my Louis purse in my lap) and headed out to the field to pick out our tree.

It stood out at me immediately. Slender and statuesque, bright green, thick and full, it was absolutely perfect. Andy cut it down himself, and, at 12' tall, it was the tallest tree on the wagon. We both agree that this is the most beautiful Christmas tree either of us has ever seen. Oh, and Andy has kept his promise about making sure there are no pine needles on the floor... the tree doesn't shed ;o) It's a Leyland Cypress, so there are no pine needles... and it's hypo-allergenic!

The next day, we had, yet, another memorable day. We went to Reliant Stadium to watch our Houston Texans defeat the Jacksonville Jaguars in our very first Monday Night Football. We began the evening enjoying an incredible experience within the Churrascos Club where we had dinner and drinks. As we headed to our seats, the excitement of the event was all around us. Press dotted the field, and we could see the ESPN commentary desk set up on the sidelines. Although we were FREEZING (the roof was open due to Ike's damage to the stadium,) we had an awesome time. It was definitely a game and a night to remember.

The following weekend, we attended the Black Belt Academy Christmas Banquet, which, for the first time, was held in the evening. That event is always special, and this was no exception. We were blessed to have representation from two new AMAI schools including our friends from Colleyville. Another new face this year was, by far, the cutest: baby Emma!

Later in the week I had the pleasure of catching up with two great friends. The first was lunch with my good friend, JS, and we were able to catch up on some long overdue girl-talk. And the next day I had a surprise visit from my good friend G, who continues to win his battle with cancer. Lucky for me, he remembered his promise to me from years ago during my Chase days: he promised when I got married he would do a reading at my wedding. Although I think he'd hoped I'd forgotten that promise, I let him know that his spot is reserved next September.

That afternoon we had our office Christmas party at Amerigo's Grille, and the very next day, Andy hosted the AMAI's first Kickathon! The event raised funds for the school's transition to The Moreno Martial Arts Institute, and everyone had a great time. My nephew/Godson Foo finished with an impressive 4,000 kicks while Master B's son, Skye, topped the list with an amazing 7,000 kicks! Lem wasn't far behind with a whopping 3,000 kicks and our Fish hit his goal of 1,000 kicks. Total kicks for the day? 50,300!

So, Christmas is just 10-days away, and we have so much more to do.

Oh, and somewhere in that whirlwind of December activity, we had real snow ;o)

As for an update on the wedding, we have set a date! For more information, visit our site:

www.theknot.com/ourwedding/MaricrisFelicidario&AndyMoreno

We're Engaged!

2008-11-29T11:37:00.006-06:00

Thanksgiving didn't begin as I'd expected. Early that morning (late Wednesday night,) I didn't get much sleep due to some of the disturbing content of late-night TV. The sounds and images seemed to stay with me throughout the night, so much so that, while watching the Macy's Parade, I filed an online complaint with the FCC.

Watching the parade did help to return the holiday spirit in me, but just a little. The sweet aromas from baking the pecan pie and roasting the maple-glazed turkey helped. And the ambient sounds of the Dallas Cowboys game in the background seemed to tie it all together. The day was finally starting to feel like Thanksgiving.

Of course, it wouldn't be Thanksgiving if I wasn't running late. The oyster cornbread dressing was still browning in the oven when K called at just after 5. I swear my brother told me 5:30. I had just finished getting dressed and ready, and Andy and I were basically just waiting anxiously for the dressing to finish. Or so I thought.

The dressing sufficiently browned, I said, "let's go," and quickly turned off the oven.

Andy made no motion towards leaving.

I was getting impatient, and again, was trying to make my way to the door to leave, when he stopped me and said, "there's one more thing I have to do."

Of course, in my head, I was thinking, "WHAT????" But I complied as he wrapped his arms around me and held me, wishing me a Happy Thanksgiving and telling me he loved me. I was still a little anxious to leave, but I just stood there. And then he did it. He got down on one knee, and I looked down into his eyes and burst into tears.

Through my sobbing, I tried to look at him. I could see he was talking but, quite honestly, I don't think I heard any actual words. I do recall him saying that, of all the things for which he's thankful, he's most thankful for me.

And I remember focusing on him when I heard him say my name, followed by, "...will you marry me?"

A few seconds later, I delivered a tearful, "yes," and he slipped the ring on my finger.

My ring

We eventually made it to K's house and shared our news with the family. And Andy's brother, sister, and nephew stopped by later to share a bit of the evening with us, as well. What began as a questionable Thanksgiving turned out to be the very best and most important one for me, to date.

We have set a prelimary date in Autumn of 2009, and when it's confirmed with the church, we'll make the official announcement. Let the planning begin!

God Bless America

2008-11-05T09:52:00.015-06:00

As the inevitable played out last night and results from state after state trickled in favoring Senator Obama, my heart sank, disturbed by thoughts of impending socialism. I was especially disappointed in learning that one of the "sure-to-be-McCain" states was lost, and the exit polls showed that the unexpected push towards the left came from "white Catholics" in that state. 67% voted for Senator Obama. How can someone claim to be Catholic or Christian, yet, in good conscience, vote for a leader who supports killing unborn children?

Yes, watching Senator McCain deliver his eloquent and gracious concession speech was disheartening. And, for about an hour, I simmered in frustration and even anger, knowing that so many people voted without acknowledging or even caring about the actual policies and real issues of the candidate. The day was filled with examples of people blatantly declaring their loyalties to Senator Obama for just one reason - his skin color - and that is dangerous and sad. So many Americans, both black and white, simply claimed that they wanted to "be a part of making history." For a country currently facing some of the most overwhelming challenges in history, that reason is simply not good enough.

Having said that, when I, in my mind, take an enormous step back from this situation ...from all of the disappointing politics and unnerving issues ...a part of me is quite proud. In a country where, so long ago, President Lincoln had to actually officially declare that "all men are created equal" in order for Americans to even begin to entertain the concept, we have just elected a leader of color. In the grand scheme of things, that's pretty fantastic, and for that ...for the fact that we, as a country, were able to break through that very barrier, I am incredibly proud.

Regardless of how we voted, we have a new president. He will be the leader of America, and America is still our country, so now, more than ever, we must pray ...that God will guide him and lead him to make the right decisions and do the right thing. After all, who are we to question God's plan?

"In Christ, we were also chosen, having been predestined according to the plan of Him who works out everything in conformity with the purpose of His will"

--Ephesians 1:11

Rocky Mountain Highs - On the Range

2008-10-23T20:36:00.010-06:00

Our day in Leadville, Colorado began with horseback riding through terrain ranging from lazy prairie and vast open fields with jaw-dropping views like the one pictured above, to difficult rocky paths through narrow routes in the forest of golden Aspens.

After informing our guide of our individual riding abilities and experience, he paired each of us with the horse he deemed to be most suitable. My brother was quick to step up and state he had little to no experience with horses. He was paired with the gentle and steady Sandy. T's pairing was probably the most appropriate. To his lack of riding experience, he was paired with the well trained (and tall dark and handsome) Silky.

Undoubtedly, Lem's youth and petite frame were factors in her pairing with this reliably slow-as-molasses horse. The wrangler explained to me that he felt more comfortable putting younger kids on that particular guy, because he was the least likely to run off. We soon learned he seemed unable to do anything but walk...slowly.

Foo, on the other hand, seemed to get a horse that obeyed quite nicely and handled his horse like an old pro.

Andy was warned that his horse was fine out on the trail, but "wouldn't move" while in the corral. This was later proven at the end of our ride while we were trying to take pictures. I told Andy to come over by me, and he said, "I can't. My horse won't move." I told him to give her a kick, which he did. She didn't even flinch. In fact, I think she turned around and gave him a look that said, "We're back now. Get off."
Of course, having come forward as the riders with the most experience, Bean and I we paired with the more challenging horses. She was paired with Speedy (need I say more?)
And I was paired with the very stubborn and challenging Kiowa. I should have known he was trouble when the wrangler warned, "don't be afraid to get rough with him. He'll try to get away with a lot, and you'll have to keep him in line." Great. Yes, he did challenge me. So I scolded him, and he'd quickly jump to attention. But a few seconds later he'd try to get away with something else. Nevertheless, by the end of our 2 1/2 ride, I was in love with that horse.

We were incredibly blessed with magificent weather for our horseback excursion, and the experience was fantastic. Seeing Colorado from deep in the brush, away from paved streets and motorized vehicles, was a great way to appreciate its splendor.

After our ride, we met the rest of the family in the quaint historic town of Leadville for a quick history lesson and some amazing fudge! More on that later...

Rocky Mountain Highs

2008-10-02T19:24:00.013-06:00

To say that this year's Shine trip was memorable is quite the understatement. Of course, Colorado and it's beautiful chilly weather was every bit as stunning as I'd expected.

What we did not expect was the sickness, both altitude and flu-like, that seemed to overtake most of us for the first half of the week! With the exception of my parents and Andy, everyone, each in his and her own way, experienced varying levels of sickness from constant headaches to feverish chills to HAPE (High Altitude Pulmonary Edema.)

But we certainly didn't allow a few bugs to stand in our way of enjoying the best of the autumn Rockies, and we definitely enjoyed our breathtaking home away from home, the incredible mountain house:

view from greatroom to the left of the house

the greatroom

one of 7 bedrooms

stairwell connecting the 3 1/2 stories

each of the 7 and 2 half baths had unique artisan fixtures

downstairs den

With its 4 fireplaces, the house was cozy and inviting, and it served perfectly as our home base between each day's adventure. From riding horses through a national forest to taking on Pike's Peak, we tackled Colorado full force, despite the sniffles!

Stay tuned for more!!!

Ten Days and Counting

2008-09-10T11:09:00.014-06:00

The last time I scheduled a full week of vacation was the week of Christmas 2007. No wonder I'm struggling to focus!

This year's Shine trip will probably be my favorite, thus far, because it will have us smack dab in the middle of autumn splendor, and those who know me know that autumn is definitely my favorite season. The temperatures are forecasted to be in the 60's during the day, falling to the high 20's at night. Our mountain house sits directly on a ski slope with the Lumberjack Lift and The Colorado Trail (a 4.1 mile hiking trail) passing through our back yard. What better way to experience fall than amongst the trees and the whirlwind of gloriously colorful falling leaves?

Our week is packed with activities taking us from the U.S. Mint in Denver to horseback riding in Leadville. We'll visit the Olympic Training Center in Colorado Springs and catch the Garden of the Gods and Pike's Peak while we're there. We'll take the lifts up in Vail and Beaver Creek and hopefully follow the hiking trails across the mountains when we get there. Some of us will go fishing in Breckenridge (not me) while others will go shopping in Silverthorne (definitely me,) and after the days' activities, we'll relax at the house with boardgames, Wii, and, of course, MahJong. Personally, I'm looking forward to curling up by the fire with a Grisham book.

So, it's a nice coincidence that this year's autumnal equinox happens to fall on the 22nd of September. This year, on the first official day of fall, I'll actually get to feel it ;o)

I promise to take lots of pictures. And I promise not to wait several months before posting them!

The Bacon Obsession Continues

2008-09-03T16:08:00.003-06:00

My colleague, (who shares my affinity for bacon) informed me of the latest "in-dessert:" CHOCOLATE BACON! This treat was recently featured on the Food Network in an episode of Dinner Impossible in which the chef transforms boardwalk booth food into gourmet creations. His recipe consists of thick sliced bacon dipped in melted chocolate, then sprinkled with toasted almonds and refrigerated. I actually think it sounds quite good, but of course I would prefer it with white chocolate! Think smoky saltiness combined with crunchy sweet nutiness. Anyway, turns out this concept is catching on in the upscale circles. The pricey Pappas Bros Steakhouse is hosting a lavish wine dinner next week, and their featured dessert is none other than, CHOCOLATE BACON. But I'll just have to pass on that 4-course, 14-wine soiree and it's lofty per-person pricetag: $550.00 plus tax and gratuity.

So, it seems our hypothesis is a concept that has crossed the minds of many, from concession stands to haute cuisine: everything really does taste better with bacon ;o)

A Family Affair

2008-08-26T14:57:00.011-06:00

This past weekend, I, along with my sister and Andy, met my parents at the home of an aunt and uncle. The nature of our visit wasn't particularly celebratory; we were alerted to the news that our uncle's health is failing rather quickly and those dreaded words: "he could go at any time." I was actually a bit hesitant to pay that visit. I hadn't seen my aunt and uncle in several years, and I was afraid I wouldn't know what to say or how to react. But my sister did her job and gently coerced me to the right decision, so there we were, entering the home that was sure to be filled with sadness and aloof long lost relatives. Well, I couldn't have been more wrong about that.

As was always the case growing up and throughout our entire lives, whenever we enter a room with aunts and uncles we hadn't seen for any length of time, the greeting is joyously warm with enthusiastic exclamations, immediately followed by strong, tight hugs...the kind that can only come from family. This visit was quite the same, and I was glad to be there. In a matter of just over an hour, we played catch-up and viewed slideshow after slideshow of photos of our cousins in the Philippines and in other parts of the US. I had almost forgotten that, outside of our already relatively large immediate family exists a huge enormous one!

Still, the very reason for our visit loomed in the back of my mind, and, filled with mild anxiety, I'd hoped the visit would come to its conclusion without anyone noticing that I hadn't yet seen my dying uncle. What would I say? What do you say to someone who is very well aware that this day's light could be his last - these moments with his wife are now so scarce and inconceivably precious? Such a concept is incredibly massive and significant. I realized I'd never before been in the presence of someone experiencing that kind of reality, and I felt completely at a loss for words.

Inevitably, grasping my sister's arm in one hand and Andy's in the other, we made our way to the room of my uncle who, lying in his adjustable hospital bed, actually appeared to be healthy and in good spirits. He greeted me warmly, and when he smiled, memories of him flashed in my mind. I introduced him to Andy, and, through a few slightly awkward pauses, my mom was there to keep the conversation moving smoothly. I didn't really say much - just smiled a lot and nodded when appropriate. And as we said our good-byes, I held his hand, leaned in, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Knowing that would probably be the "good-bye," I felt so much love for him ... and everyone else in that house.

We, as humans, tend to appreciate each other, particularly our loved-ones, when we lose someone or, in this case, are dealing with actually saying, "good-bye." I guess it reminds us of the loss we will eventually experience of one another ... acknowledging the impending absence of any one of us, young and old, becomes so real.

That night, a couple of our aunts joined us for church then dinner at M & K's. It almost felt like Christmas, with a real and true family warmth that lingered in the air. I realized how important it would be to reunite with these aunts, uncles, and cousins that we see so rarely, if ever. And I realized, again, the importance of our time together, as a family, for my parents, for us sibs, and for the kids.

In 25 days, we'll have yet another opportunity to escape the stresses of jobs, rush hour traffic, and Houston's heat and humidity to really appreciate each other's colorful quirky personalities, crazy mood-swings, and annoying habits under one roof in Colorado, without any distractions! ...more than ever, I'm looking forward to it ;o)

It's the Little Things

2008-07-31T13:20:00.007-06:00

My morning began on an extremely stressful note, even before I left the house. I received an email at 6:45am on my BlackBerry informing me that the $1.4 million deal that must close today by noon was at a complete standstill because crucial documents (and the courier who was supposed to deliver them) were missing. I had both my client and my partners downtown intermittently expressing different levels of panic and frustration via phone and email. So, in my car, against the lessons of my recently completed Defensive Driving course, I was amidst an email frenzy as I typed feverishly to the parties involved to get plan B in action, iron out some wrinkles, calm some nerves, and keep a cool front for my client, all while paying close attention to the morning traffic on Research Forest Drive.

By the time I stepped into my office, many wheels were turning, ideas shared wirelessly. My client would be in my office in 15 minutes, and, thanks to the amazing efficiency of my partners and some unbelievable teamwork, I was ready for him.

Yes, the deal closed, on time, as scheduled, but my nerves were still a bit on edge from the fiasco...until my next phone conversation, which included the magical little voice of my 2-year old nephew, Boo.

"Hi Creesh ...hair ...book ...daddy ...bye," and instantly, the tension melted from my shoulders.

Thank God for the little things ;o)

Epilogue

2008-07-16T10:12:00.003-06:00

I was very surprised by the number of people who reacted to my previous post, “Amidst conflict, when all else fails, Love.” I received quite a few phone calls and emails, some from people to whom I haven’t spoken in many months, asking, “was this directed to me?”

I hit on some tough cords because, as I stated in the post, we all have people in our lives that challenge our ability to truly love them. For one, it’s a step-daughter. For another, it’s a neighbor. For, yet another, it’s a former boss. It’s a teacher, a parent, a child, a sibling, a former spouse, an aunt or uncle. Some even challenged themselves to apply the “love everyone” concept to the perpetrators in newspaper headlines who commit horrid unspeakable crimes against their own children. And the single common thread in all of the above were questions: “How could I possibly forgive that,” or, “I’ve tried, and I’m sorry but just I can’t – could you? Could anyone?”

I will be the first to admit, I don’t have answers to those questions. I don’t know how to answer them, and definitely don’t know how I, myself, would handle having to love and forgive someone who harmed my child, if I had one. However, with iron-clad certainty, I do know one thing. While doing so would require every bit of selflessness and true, whole-hearted, faith in such a directive, we are told, by our God, our Heavenly Father, to love.

I suppose, when Mother Mary watched in horror as grown men publicly tortured and bludgeoned her son to a bloody pulp, paraded him through crowds of people who spat on him with seething hatred as he passed, crying out for more blood, she probably asked herself those questions. When she watched them drive thick nails through the flesh and bones in her Son’s hands and feet, listening to her child’s cries of agony over the sounds of cracking bones and tearing flesh, how could she possibly love them? Wow, I don’t know.

But we do know that her Son did. He loved them, and even as they taunted and crucified Him, He asked His Father to forgive them, as well.

In answer to the questions of whether or not this was directed to anyone in particular, the answer is, it was directed to no one and everyone, including myself. And, quite literally, just as I find myself warmly and gladly embracing some, I’m opened to challenges of another. I suppose, such challenges are and will continue to be a natural part of life, and I, myself, must use discipline to approach each challenge (without gritting teeth or judgment) with love. It’s what He wants, and I owe Him at LEAST that much ;o)

Amidst conflict, when all else fails, Love.

2008-07-09T10:30:00.005-06:00

"... as I have loved you, so you must love one another." ~ John 13:34

Every once in a while, even we Christians must be reminded of simple things like John 13:34. I think we know that we must love one another, and we think we do a good job of it because we say things like, “I love him, but…” or “I love her, but…” Hmmmm...in God’s book, I don’t think that counts. We try to “live as Christians” and be Christ-like in the things we say and the books we read or the church activities in which we partake, but often it seems that we forget to do the most Christ-like thing: love unconditionally. No “ifs,” and definitely no “buts.”

It’s easy to love those in our lives who please us. We love people who are accommodating, inspiring, admirable or meek, humble, innocent. But what about everyone else? Every single one of us has people in our lives who, in our minds, aren’t any of those things. Or maybe they were, at some point, but have since fallen from grace, in our humble opinions. Maybe they’re just stubborn, and, despite the best efforts of those around them, continue to disappoint and fall short of expectations. The mere thought of them and their shortcomings breeds feelings of anger, distrust, even repugnance. …pretty tough to love someone when we’re feeling those things.

Yet, God’s message is clear: “…as I have loved you (despite your faults, your stubbornness, your defiance, and the many less-than-admirable moments in your life), so you must love one another.” You MUST. Not “you should,” you must.

In these cases, when it’s most difficult to love and truly embrace a person, words are definitely not enough. Just saying, “l love him,” doesn’t mean much when the truth in ones heart feels anger and abhorrence towards him. In these cases, our hearts and minds are genuinely tested. Despite the words we say or even the demeanor we expose, only God knows, completely, what we harbor in our hearts and minds. We know His standards: “Love is patient, love is kind.” (1 Corinthians 13:4) Are we?

The good news is that changing our hearts and gripping this important Christ-like perspective isn’t as difficult as one might think. We’re armed with an innate capacity to love. We just need to remember that God has put each person in our lives for a very specific reason, and when it seems most challenging to love someone, remember the comforting warmth, patience and kindness of the love of our Heavenly Father – and pass it on.

The New England Cruise - Final Chapter

2008-07-06T10:55:00.030-06:00

The night before our last excursion was bittersweet...in some ways, literally. I was really looking forward to our final port: Martha's Vineyard. But knowing it was our last, I was just a little sad. This trip had been such a feast for my senses and mind, and in some small way, I didn't want it to end.

Alas, if all things must come to an end, let all things end with chocolate ;o).

On our way to Martha's Vineyard, guests were presented with a treat of decadent gargantuan proportions: a midnight Chocoholic Buffet. This grand display boasted a vast spectrum of chocolate - white to bittersweet espresso, spread over a dozen 8-foot banquet tables and flaunted the amazing talents of the ship's pastry chefs.

From castles to light houses, chocolate "Owl-frogs" to chocolate "Fruit Sushi," the variety seemed limitless.

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Our day in Martha's Vineyard

English explorer, Bartholomew Gosnold, sailed to an island off the US east coast in 1602. According to our tour guide, a full-time MV resident and historian, Gosnold found the island to be covered in lush grapevines and named the island Martha's Vineyard, after his daughter, Martha, who passed away as an infant.

Although the island has gained some noteriety from the many celebrities and politicians that vacation there, the island serves as the permanent hometown of about 15,000 residents. Some of the residents (particularly the celebrities) actually have full-time jobs in other cities/states, particularly New York City, and they make very expensive commutes via ferry, helicopter, or private jet.

We could definitely see the charm of this quiet, seemingly remote town, void of fast food restaurants, shopping malls, and high rise buildings. In fact, the one and only fast food chain restaurant on the entire island is a very popular Dairy Queen.

Our guide took us on a scenic drive along the coast, passed the homes of movie stars and musicians, to Edgartown, where we spent most of the day walking through history by way of the island's oldest home, and a beautiful church, along quaint and narrow sidewalks. The town's bank is hardly the brick and concrete skyscraper to which Sande and I have grown accustomed. No, it's front doorstep welcomes you from a path lined with a white picket fence and the light of a single lamp post.

The simple, unhurried life on this island is, no doubt, preserved by MV's ability to successfully keep modernity and urban hustle and bustle at bay. Suddenly conveniences like WalMart and MacDonalds are more like intrusions. At the heart of New England's beauty, signified by fall foliage, is history and nature, deep and rich, and Martha's Vineyard, in its simple elegance, was the perfect end to our New England journey.

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So, my first cruise was a success. I enjoyed everything from the ship's wonderfully hospitable crew to the graciousness of the many guides that welcomed us into their towns and brought us into the colorful depths of their beginnings. I enjoyed planning everything from what to where to where to dine. From the spa treatments to the shows (the family friendly theatre and the not-so-family friendly nightclub - Sande ;o) But most of all, I enjoyed spending quality time with my best friend who, when I was in a pinch at the beginning of it all, came through for me and joined me on this, one of my most memorable trips.

Looking back on all of our fabulous memories (in the ship's lounge: me engrossed in my book, you sleeping in the chair next to me, or in the library: me engrossed in my book, you sleeping in the chair next to me) I wouldn't have changed a single thing. Yes, I'd even venture into the nightclub again so that you could take your breaks!

You really are the best. Thanks for the memories ;o)

For G

2008-06-02T16:38:00.007-06:00

“To everything there is a season,
A time for every purpose under heaven:
A time to be born, a time to die;
A time to kill, a time to heal;
A time to break down, a time to build up;
A time to weep, a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, a time to dance;
A time to gain, a time to lose;
A time to tear, a time to sew;
A time to keep silence, a time to speak;
A time to love, a time to hate;
A time of war, a time of peace.”
-- Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

While I am extremely grateful that I’ve been blessed with my position at my current firm, I have many reasons to be appreciative of the time I spent with my previous firm. It’s there that I made my debut into the financial industry. They took a chance on me, with absolutely no industry experience, and spent lots of money on training, more education, and professional licensing. But the greatest gift that I took from that firm was a handful of some very special people, all of whom started as colleagues then developed, each in his/her own way, into the lifelong friends that are now permanently a part of me – my memories and experiences with them, then and now, are very much a part of who I am.

One of the more unlikely friends was my investment partner, G. As incredibly anal and all-business as I tend to be, particularly in client meetings, our working relationship was tested quite often as G had a knack for poking fun at absolutely everything. Ours was like a comic routine – I was the straight man, he was… well, he was G.

A topic of humor that eventually became a standard during the “building rapport” stages of our client meetings was my single status: clients would inevitably comment on the many photographs of G’s beautiful family that surrounded us in his office, and then they’d turn to me and ask if I had children. Before I could answer, G would deliver a statement that always included his prediction of my foreseeable demise as “a spinster with 47 cats.” Another topic that allowed for humor at my expense was our educational backgrounds: he’s an Aggie with an MBA. I went to Fashion School in New York. Of himself, he promised clients experience and knowledge. Of me, he promised the “best dressed banker.” Clients laughed, and I’d just roll my eyes.

Fortunately, our opposing personalities played well, and we were a successful team. And from that partnership, came a very special friendship. I often told G I loved him like a big brother; however, after considering that I also confided in him about girly issues ranging from blind dates to makeup, I changed my mind, stating he was more like an older sister. “That’s SISTA,” he corrected.

As my business partner, he saw me at my best: power suit, A-game, top notch delivery of our value proposition, closing the deal. As one of my closest friends, he also saw me at my worst, sobbing like a broken-hearted teenager about some guy. Of course, in both cases, he was cracking jokes. Yes, we’d be proposing a full financial plan to a multi-millionaire, and he’d slip in a joke. Or I’d be drowning in a sea of tears, feeling like my world was ending, and he’d slip in a joke. I suppose he can’t help it. Humor is such a big part of who he is. Sometimes it was annoying, other times, it was downright frustrating. And, when it counted most, it was exactly what I needed.

I’ve always felt incredibly blessed to have him as a partner and friend, despite the many times I wanted to strangle him. He has that effect on people. Which is why I’m certain that the recent turn of events in his life is a sure sign of the tremendous work that God has in store for him. You see, when a non-smoking 40-year old in good health is diagnosed with lung cancer, one can only surmise that this event has it’s purpose in His all-encompassing plan, and everything and everyone that G has touched thus far has brought him to this purpose – this season.

To my friend and brother (and Sista,) G, I and my 47 cats are joining the many others who love and care about you and who will continually lift you and A and the girls in prayer…that the Holy Spirit will continue to bring comfort to you and yours and that He will give you the strength and wisdom necessary and guide you through to His will for you. This is your time…your time to shine.

The New England Cruise, Chapter 4

2008-05-21T21:58:00.007-06:00

I do realize that several months have passed, and it's been almost a year since we took this cruise! I'll admit, at times, over the past couple of months, I'd completely forgotten about blogging (and all blogs altogether,) so much so that I'd actually considered deleting my blog. I just felt like I simply didn't have the time, and I felt guilty knowing that some have been checking here regularly only to be repeatedly disappointed at the absence of a new post. To be perfectly honest (and at the risk of raising the eyebrows of my employer) I'd composed most of my past posts in my office at work! Well, God has truly blessed me in my career; business keeps me extremely busy, seemingly without enough time to actually do my job, let alone post on my blog or read the blogs of others. But I hear you. All of you. (You know who you are.) And I promise to make time to revisit The MickeyMiss Club.

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For any history lover, particularly those who truly relish opportunities to become completely immersed in places and, in one's mind, "live" in their pasts while walking in the paths of those who made history, Boston is pure bliss. On my previous trip to Beantown, I was fortunate to have done the tour of tours - hiked the trail of trails - the Freedom Trail. I was there on business, and only one other person from our group of 40 shared my desire to tackle the trail in the blistering cold of East Coast winter. So, in the window of few short hours before catching our flights home, Josh and I visited 16 nationally significant sites. We started at Beacon Hill, caught the cannon firing from the USS Constitution, and followed the very trail taken by some of our forefathers on that fateful night in 1775. When we arrived at Bunker Hill, we moved slowly, in silence, reading the monuments and absorbing the words that described, in great detail, the battles that took place on that very site. The experience was surreal.

This time around, Sande and I got our history lesson from a different angle: Lexington and Concord. I strongly encourage those who aren't familiar with this battle to follow the link and read about the important events that occurred in these towns and the heroes that lived them.

Did you know that it's here, a couple of months before the Bunker Hill battle, that the war began? And did you know that it's here that a single shot was fired (or misfired,) and that shot became known as "the shot that was heard 'round the world"? No one knows who fired it. But the British, believing they were being attacked, began firing without orders. Interesting how, centuries later, people still jump to conclusions, misreading others and turning misunderstandings into major acts of hatred and violence.

Our tour guide was wonderful. He was passionate about the subject and shared the stories of the battlefields with words that painted vivid images of bravery, fear, hope, death. He spoke of Samuel Prescott as if he were an old friend and of the British soldiers as if they were sworn enemies.

The air was chilly, and the sky was gray. I could almost hear the gunfire, smell the gunpowder, feel the chaos. In the peaceful serenity of the grounds on which so much blood was shed, I admired its beauty. Yes, the landscape was colorful and meticulously manicured, but it was what the eye couldn't see that made this place so magnificent.

The last leg of our Boston experience brought us to a place I'd once thought I'd call home: Cambridge...specifically, Harvard. I must say, the main campus was not as expansive as I'd always imagined. Nevertheless, I was still intrigued by the legacy that surrounded us. To be on the campus of such an esteemed learning institution was thrilling for me. I also found it charming that, despite having an enormous budget fatted by an endless list of famous and infamous alumni, the dorms remain aged with their dimly lit halls and un-airconditioned rooms. Overall, I enjoyed the architectural elements of the older buildings as well as the massive and beautifully classic design of Widener Library. Sande enjoyed seeing the dorm that housed Matt Damon ;o)

John Harvard

Harvard Yard

Matt Damon's dorm

NEXT STOP: MARTHA'S VINEYARD!

My Great Big Valentines Day

2008-02-15T09:48:00.009-06:00

It's the stuff dreams are made of. Well, my dreams, that is. My love for animals go back to a childhood longing for furry pets and being told that I will never be able to own any due to my severe asthma. Perhaps the threat of lifelong pet-prohibition, itself, prompted me to run out and buy a kitten during my first hours of independence while in college in New York. And, several cats and dogs later, despite warnings from doctors, I've always had a furry four-legged "baby" or two in my home. And, after a lifetime of longing to experience animals that I can't have at home, Andy's Valentines Day gift brought me to them.

Houston's Downtown Aquarium is home to much more than just fish, sharks, and an enormous python. Yes, among the pampered resident sting-rays and Tarantulas, are four big, beautiful White Bengal Tigers: Nero, Reef, Coral, and Marina. After touring the impressive aquatic and reptilian exhibit, Andy and I approached the beautifully designed Maharajan Tigers den, complete with rushing water, boulders, and greenery, and there, behind the thick glass, lay a 400-pound Nero, half-asleep and, in some ways, resembling our own little Ginger. In fact, when I took a knee so that I could see him at his eye level, he approached me and started to paw at the glass as if he wanted me to hold him - in true Ginger fashion!

The tiger experience ended there for the other spectators, but ours was just beginning. Biologists/trainers Chris and Rebecca took me and Andy "backstage," into the actual home of the tigers! There they lay, in their immaculate cells (these were no cages - they were spacious cells.) The big cats welcomed us with puffing sounds that, the trainers explained, is their way of greeting us. Although they were enormous with paws bigger than Ginger's head, they moved, moaned and rolled around like our spoiled cats at home. In fact, the female tiger, Coral, was acting especially affectionate, and we learned that she is in heat, which explains why she continued to greet Andy with her puffing sounds. He puffed back at her, and they continued, back and forth, with the flirting. Chris, the trainer, said, "yes, Coral, he's a boy."

Then Chris brought out a bucket of meat chunks and allowed us to feed Reef! He was like a big teddy bear cat, begging on his hind legs, for the meat and taking from the stick like a puppy... a puppy with really big teeth and a tongue seemingly as long as my arm!

We said goodbye to the tigers and were escorted through back hallways into the large laboratory room that housed the room-sized filters that keep the facility's large tanks clean. On the other side of the room were rows of various fish, including newly hatched baby Piranhas, and live coral that were being prepped and decontaminated before being added to the exhibits.

Our two personable biologists led us into a room with large colorful birds, and when we entered, a beautiful Umbrella Cockatoo said, "hi!" After being introduced to the rest of the birds, we were asked to choose two colors from a container of paints. I took a shade of beige and a contrasting eggplant, and a beautiful Macaw used them to paint a lovely work of art just for us! I was amazed at how this bird actually chose where to paint his strokes. According to Chris and Rebecca, most of their birds know how to paint and have even developed their own styles! Our tour ended as our gracious guides presented our custom-painted work of art to us - a priceless souvenir for such an extraordinary experience!

The evening continued as we took the winding stairway up to the ballroom where whe enjoyed a very intimate and romantic candle-lit, four-course dinner with a bottle of wine. After dinner, we stepped outside into a crisp and perfectly cool night and enjoyed stunning views of the Houston city lights from the top off the ferris wheel. We finished off the evening with a movie - The Spiderwick Chronicles - on the always impressive IMAX screen.

Although it was Andy's birthday, I felt like I was the one being celebrated. Thank you, sweetie, for a truly magnificent Valentines Day!

The New England Cruise, Chapter 3

2008-01-19T14:01:00.000-06:00

Being enamored of autumn, I've always dreamed of experiencing it in one particular place: Maine. By far, my favorite day of the trip's 7 was the one we spent in Bar Harbor, Maine. Fall foliage here was every bit as breathtaking as I'd hoped. Merely approaching shore was postcard perfect as the brilliant autumn colors burned in the clear blue sky, a splendid backdrop for this graceful little town.

And it's history is equally as colorful, having once been the summer playground for America's rich and famous. The Gilded Age of the 1800s brought to the island many high society heavyweights including the Rockefellers, Vanderbilts, and Carnegies, each seemingly striving to outdo the other with lavish parties in their magnificent "cottage" estates. But the island's most glamorous era came to an end in 1947 when a great fire burned for 10 days and destroyed the palatial estates on Millionaires' Row along with over 10,000 acres of Acadia National Park.

We started this excursion briefly becoming familiar with the town while waiting for our guided tour of Acadia National Park. As warm as the hues of the landscape, the small picturesque town felt like the embrace of a Norman Rockwell painting. The locals had a cool, relaxed air about them and were quite welcoming and friendly. As for the tour, I'll just let the photos speak for themselves:

After the tour, we returned to town and spent the afternoon enjoying Bar Harbor Maine as it is meant to be enjoyed: unhurried, leisurely shopping ... with a lobster lunch! Sande and I agreed we'd like to return to this beautiful place someday, perhaps with our significant others by our sides, for a quiet romantic weekend.

One funny anecdote from this day took place on the boat from Maine back to the cruise ship - we were approached by a group of ladies vacationing from Mexico. They said they'd noticed us on the ship and wanted to know if I was a TV star! We had a good laugh.

Next stop: BOSTON!

A Christmas Dance

2007-12-21T10:39:00.000-06:00

Last Friday, the Fred Astaire Dance Studios in Houston got together for the annual Holiday Spotlite, during which students from all of the schools are "spotlighted," performing open routines created specifically for each student. That night, led by my fabulous instructor, Kevin, I danced my first choreographed dance - a Tango. In the audience of a hundred or so guests was Andy along with my parents, my sisters, my neices, and Mel-ee-mel.

The night was filled with lots of dancing, not just by the students and instructors, but by the guests as well. Between Acts, the dancefloor was open to all, and the two teens dove right in with their own version of a Tango (they didn't think I was watching.) Dad was pulled out on the floor to Rhumba with one of the instructors, and Andy and I practiced the Waltz and Foxtrot steps he learned during our one lesson together.

Yes, I was extremely nervous, but I'm told it didn't show. I was just glad it was over! And I'm so grateful that, even thougth I didn't exactly announce this event, my loved ones found time in their hectic holiday schedules to be there to cheer me on. Thanks guys!

P.S. - I do realize I still have much to post from my cruise (Trina,) which I promise to do very soon!

Happy Thanksgiving

2007-11-22T13:39:00.000-06:00

I always new I liked Abe.

Did you know that the Pilgrims didn't actually celebrate Thanksgiving again after that first momentous feast? I think I can safely assume that many people associate Thanksgiving's history solely with pilgrims and native Americans. My earliest recollections of elementary school lessons feature plays, books, and educational films starring the Cape Cod colonists donned in black and white threads, sharing corn and roasted fowl with their Wampanoag friends. What I do not recall is any mention of the brilliant historical figure who can be credited with officially declaring our favorite Thursday an annual event: Abraham Lincoln.

"They are the gracious gifts of the Most High God, who, while dealing with us in anger for our sins, hath nevertheless remembered mercy. It has seemed to me fit and proper that they should be solemnly, reverently and gratefully acknowledged as with one heart and voice by the whole American People. I do therefore invite my fellow citizens in every part of the United States, and also those who are at sea and those who are sojourning in foreign lands, to set apart and observe the last Thursday of November next, as a day of Thanksgiving and Praise to our beneficent Father who dwelleth in the Heavens."

--Abraham Lincoln, 1863 Thanksgiving Proclamation

To all of our friends and Family, have beautiful, bountiful, and blessed Thanksgiving!

The New England Cruise, Chapter 2

2007-11-11T12:16:00.000-06:00

The day began, as usual, with a beautiful view from the bed: the sun rising over the ocean. Waking up from a deep and restful sleep to this glorious site is, in itself, one of those cruise ship moments to remember and treasure ... along with a good breakfast! By 6:30 that morning, we were in the main dining room ordering breakfast, which, for me, typically consisted of poached eggs with a dash of Tabasco, smoked salmon with cream cheese and capers. Sande's order changed daily and usually involved maple syrup.

While preparing to leave the ship for our very first excursion, we anticipated that Canada's port would be the coldest, so we brought gloves. Well, that wasn't nearly enough preparation for what turned out to be a damp and miserably frigid morning at sea!

For me, prepping for autumn in New England meant suitcases stuffed with layer-friendly turtlenecks and cardigans. Dressed in two sweater layers, I was definitely ill-prepared for the cold and damp day in Halifax. Texans probably thought that the 50 degree "cold front" we encountered a few weeks ago was a good example of cold. I did too, until I had more time to contemplate the gross inaccuracy of that assessment while shivering for 2 hours in 35 degree temperatures aboard an unheated whale-watching vessel, desperately longing for the down parka hanging in my closet at home.

I'm sure this town is charming, but our experience in it was limited to this small, cold, boat, and our sites were that of the coast, not the mainland. Although the tour guide provided some interesting history of this port and its residents, her dissertation could not atone for our Nature and Whale Watching tour's nonexistent whales. In fact, other than a brief glimpse of the small, cute head of a shy brown seal, we saw absolutely no wildlife. Actually, they did pause the tour to pull up the lobster trap for us, which presented two small lobsters.

I suppose, under different circumstances, I might have appreciated the tour more, had I been a tiny bit satisfied with the mere experience of being on a boat in Canadian waters... were it not for the fact that I had just stepped off of a very large boat and was looking forward to returning to that boat on which I would be sailing across Canadian waters, and beyond, for another four days.

Needless to say, by the time our tour boat docked in Halifax, we'd dismissed any thoughts of spending time in town to see more of its personality. At that moment, we were completely consumed by a single mission: get warm. So, we scurried on to the ship and found ourselves taking full advantage of its cozy spots including a warmly lit library filled with overstuffed chairs and sofas and the magnificent Galaxy of the Stars room. With 2-story floor-to-ceiling windows that look out of the front of the ship, the perimeter is lined with comfortable chairs, and Sande and I spent many hours of our cruise in this very spot with our feet propped up, reading our books, sipping hot chocolate, and taking naps.

Our first port day proved to be a bit disappointing, but our trip, thus far, was not without its highlights. We enjoyed a delicious French dinner in Le Bistro, where I was able to indulge in one of my favorite delicacies, fois gras. Sande tried it for the first time, along with black truffles (making an appearance in our salad,) and escargot (that's snails for you country folk.) And we took a quick break from the creme brulee and tarte tatin to take a picture with the ship's captain who happened to be dining in the same restaurant that evening!

Next stop: BAR HARBOR, MAINE!

The New England Cruise, Chapter 1

2007-11-06T21:24:00.000-06:00

Was it just a dream?

Last week's adventure on the high seas to Canada and New England is now seemingly a distant yet vivid and sweet memory - a storybook tale in which I escaped the mundane for the unexpected. With my best friend by my side, I left this evergreen, ever warm town to become immersed in glorious fall brilliance and crisp, sometimes biting chilly air, indicative of the wonderful holiday season, approaching gently and smiling like an old friend.

Our story begins, quite perfectly, with a brief taste of my favorite city on the planet, New York, New York. We stayed at the elegant Michelangelo Hotel, conveniently located in midtown Manhattan, where we hit the pavement hard with some shopping while absorbing the city's barefaced energy. That evening, after a fantastic dinner at The Palm, we whisked through Time Square, if only to feel the pulse of New York's unique heartbeat - a rhythm created by the sites, sounds, smells, and personality of thousands of cabs and people framed artfully by lights and skyscrapers in a relatively small yet extremely bold space.

The next morning, we headed to Central Park for Sunday brunch at the Boathouse. Our first glimpse of fall foliage was grand and generous, and we were somewhat forced to enjoy more of the beauty than we'd intended after finding ourselves thoroughly lost in the middle of the park! Fortunately, this unplanned traipse allowed us to burn some of the waffle and bacon calories whilst affording us a deeper appreciation for Central Park's impressive size and complexity.

We found our way out of the labyrinth via 5th Avenue, hopped in a cab, and headed back to the hotel. After a quick spree for souvenirs from the street vendors, we packed our bags and headed for the pier! I'll never forget how totally in awe I was at the sight of the massive cruise ship. Andy had once told me to think of it as a hotel on water, and that's exactly what it looked like: a large building sitting on the water.

We were fortunate to have a balcony in our stateroom, which actually made our otherwise tight quarters feel a little roomier. Also, having the floor-to-ceiling view of the outside helped tremendously in staving off sea sickness, which was a big worry for me, having unpleasant childhood memories of long road trips featuring dreadful bouts of car sickness. I'd since learned and embraced the method of looking out of the window at "unmoving" landmarks to deter the queasiness, so having the ability to cling to views of the horizon was a blessing. But the best part about having the balcony was the incredible view!Our departure out of New York was bittersweet, as it's always just a little sad when I have to leave the Big Apple. Of course, the excitement of the adventures that awaited us at sea and in the four ports was enough to fuel the adrenaline that would take us on a thorough sweep of the massive Norwegian Spirit, to explore every bit of the vessel that was to serve as our home for six days.

Next stop: HALIFAX, CANADA!

My New Blog

2007-10-22T13:50:00.000-06:00

So, I've been known to express an opinion or two. Actually, over lunch one day with a group of colleagues, I commented on the offensive lighting in the otherwise charming restaurant we happened to try that day, and one of the guys followed my remark with, "geez, is nothing safe with you?" The answer is, unequivocally, "no." Hence, I've created a home for said opinions: CRITIQUE. Feel free to agree or disagree or simply agree to disagree!

A special note to my friend, TLS: I suppose I could have started this years ago, hmmmmm?

Enjoy ;o)

Dancing and the Deathly Hallows

2007-10-14T22:31:00.000-06:00

While I fully anticipated that this weekend's highlight would undoubtedly be the ballroom dancing Mini-Match, the true exhilaration actually came from within the 759 pages of the final volume of the wildly world famous Harry Potter books, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. I've been engrossed in this book since page one, much more so than when I'd read the previous volume. (In fact, I'd read a completely different novel, a medical crime thriller, in its entirety, somewhere between Voldemort's childhood and Slughorn's candied pineapple in the Half-Blood Prince.) Needless to say, I, like so many other fans across the globe, am now anxiously and impatiently awaiting the motion picture version of this final volume, due to come out in 2010. By the way, for those interested, the Half-Blood Prince movie is scheduled to be released November 21, 2008!

As to the Mini-Match, let's just say it fell somewhat short of my expectations. Rather than the more formalized, elegant event I'd imagined, we were swallowed by a rambunctious, screaming-loud party that seemed to never lull. Rather than an actual dance competition, we unknowingly became a part of a full-blown, no holds barred competition in which each of the participating schools was vying, all guns ablazin', for the coveted "Most Spirited School" award.

All evening, the mission was to make as much noise as humanly possible, complete with screaming, yelling, stomping, and a vast selection of noisemakers including horns and cap guns. These folks were louder and rowdier than the Bullpen at the Texans game! I suppose I was a bit overwhelmed by the craziness, as this type of atmosphere is simply not my cup of tea. Add to that, the disappointing fact that I didn't do much of what I actually travelled to Katy to do: dance.

Oh well, it was an experience. I'm grateful that Andy was there to keep me company. And, at the very least, I was forced to buy a decent cowboy hat ;o)

The First of October

2007-10-01T10:59:00.000-06:00

As I drew in a deep and full breath, inhaling the warmly familiar scent of Boucheron, I just smiled. On my way to work, a certain haziness in the grayish-blue skies, the trees and grass less green, I just had to smile. I’m back in my autumn. Yes, the gauge in my car indicated the external temperature to be 82 degrees; however, while that’s certainly not the crisp bite of coolness typically associated with the onslaught of fallen leaves (what falling leaves?) in my world, at least during the entire length of my commute to the front of The Woodlands, it was a cool 68 degrees outside, and somewhere the leaves are falling.

Having had a glimpse of the significance that this, the third season of the year, represents to me and my entire year, each and every year, one can begin to understand why I fully anticipate that my imminent trip to New England will be so incredibly remarkable. After all, where, in this country, is autumn at its most vibrantly colorful, pulsating with effervescent winds and cool brisk air, painted, so perfectly, by our amazing God?

But even in the weeks before my cruise, Andy and I have managed to fill up the calendar with little effort. Just around the corner is our first in the series four performances we selected from the Society for the Performing Arts 2007 – 2008 season, the Yamato Drummers of Japan. Also approaching are a couple of other firsts for us: I’ll be in the audience when he competes in his first Jiu Jitsu tournament, and he’ll be in the audience when I dance in my first ballroom “mini-match.” Later in the month, the Woodlands Black Belt Academy’s Demo Team will perform at our church’s Children’s Festival, and the following week we take our trips, his for training, mine for fun.

And somewhere in between all of this, 2 handsome little boys celebrate birthdays! My youngest nephew hits the won't-be-terrible-twos, and my best friend's eldest turns five.

So, after a very special October, we'll roll towards my favorite holiday of the year (hint: turkey) and into the Christmas season. This year has flown by with a fierce gust that seems to have tossed things around a bit. Fortunately, those things seem to be drifting back into place quite nicely. I'm still smiling, so that's a good sign ;o)

Weekend in Midland

2007-09-25T23:55:00.000-06:00

I'll definitely be visiting Midland again. Yes, it's hot and so dry, my eyes were burning by Saturday night, but since my best friend refuses to move back to The Woodlands, I'll definitely be visiting Midland again.

One of the highlights of my visit was touring the small town of Stanton, where Sande spent her childhood, and where she worked her very first job as a "bug-picker." Driving through the empty streets of this quaint community's downtown was like being on a the set of a movie depicting the 1950's era. A few years ago, she first attempted to describe Stanton to me, stating that the town was so small, it had just one traffic light. During my Sunday afternoon tour, we drove through the intersection where that sole traffic light once hung - it was recently removed because the costs to maintain it simply weren't justified. Complete with a sundries general store that still serves malts across the counter of their soda fountain, I imagined that growing up in that charming little community must have been very special.

Also special was seeing Sande's boys and cheering for Grayson with the whole family from the sidelines of the soccer field. For those of you who remember that cute baby, he's certainly a baby no more! He and his little brother are just as handsome as their parents... as is the newest addition to their family (arriving Saturday afternoon,) Stevie! The tiniest puppy I've ever held in one hand, Stevie is a toy dachshund who seemed to "hop" as she scurried and was barely taller than the freshly mowed grass in the backyard. I think I want a puppy!

Saturday evening, before having ribeye and Cabernet Sauvignon, we had the pleasure of watching "3:10 to Yuma." This was one of the best films I've seen in a long time! In addition to characters that win your concern and, in some cases, admiration, (brought to life by Russell Crowe and Christian Bale) the story is captivating to the very end. Yes I watched a western... and loved it!

Sunday morning we enjoyed a fantastic Brunch at the Country Club, then returned to the house to watch some football. After packing my suitcase, we headed to Stanton to spend the rest of the day with Sande's parents.

Having seen life in this small town, I can't help but imagine the thousands of tiny communities just like this one that exist across the state of Texas, just off of roads that stem from the highways that connect us to the big cities - the big cities we tend to use to define this colorful state. I now realize that these smaller, often faceless, often unknown towns are equally as significant in representing the complex fabric that is Texas.

Many thanks and much love to my hosts.

Sande, I'll see you in New York! New York... now that's my kinda town ;o)

The Metropolis, Midland

2007-09-22T16:09:00.000-06:00

I was having dinner with colleagues the night before my flight to Midland, and, when they tried to convince me to have just one more glass of wine, I informed them that I had to go home and pack.

When I shared with them my destination, one of them said, "Midland? Just take a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and you'll be fine!"

Another, using his awkward version of a heavy West Texas accent, said, "it's so flat out there, you can watch your dog run away for three days!"

I can now confirm, for those who have never been here, that both statements are true. I can also add that I think the sun's brighter here, the sun burns hotter here, and a person could possibly die from dehydration without drinking water every hour during the day. However, to that, I can add that the nights are beautiful. With the absence of humidity coupled with clear skies that can convince me that far more stars shine over Midland, I can see why more people here dine alfresco.

But enough about Midland - spending time with my best friend and her family has been a real treat. Despite having spent most of my first evening here in the ER of Midland Hospital, I've been enjoying myself immensely. I'll post a recap along with some photos when I return to The Woodlands. See you soon...

Are you ready for some football?

2007-09-13T10:21:00.001-06:00

Saturday Night Live brings us Superbowl star quarterback, Peyton Manning, in an inspiring role...

Another Gust Arrives

2007-09-11T21:23:00.000-06:00

In a previous post, I mentioned the "winds of change" that inevitably disrupt impeccably thought-out and well-meaning plans. Well, I've just been hit with, yet, another unwelcome gust, and, in all honesty, I'm a bit disappointed.

It just so happens that Andy's school has scheduled an extremely important event on the weekend that directly conflicts with the November 3rd return date of our DREAM CRUISE - yes, that very cruise we'd thoroughly planned, scheduled, booked, paid for in-full (excursions and all,) and is completely non-refundable. I'm both amazed and frustrated that a full 6 months wasn't sufficient to plan such a significant trip - one so special and sure to create important and memorable anecdotes.

Alas, I have been rescued by my best friend, Sande, who has offered to grace me with her presence for the 6 days and nights at sea! Although, ideally, I should be experiencing this spectacular adventure with Andy (he did, after all, convince me to "go for it" in addition to assisting me with hand-picking the port excursions,) the next best thing in a travel companion is one's best friend, right?

I do hope Sande enjoys the pre-selected activities chosen, collectively, by me and Andy. I know I will definitely enjoy the company of my best friend ;o)

Shall We Dance?

2007-09-06T22:12:00.000-06:00

Yes, I've been talking about doing it for years. Some of you might remember how, after watching Strictly Ballroom just once, I knew I had to try it. Well, this week I did... I started my Ballroom Dancing classes! I've enrolled at the Fred Astaire Dance Studio in The Woodlands. Yesterday, I had my first private lesson, today I had my first group lesson, and, while learning basic tango and mambo during this, my first group lesson, I was wearing my first pair of Ballroom Dancing shoes - which gave me my first blister! It was soooo worth it.

In just two classes, I've learned the basics in a couple of dances, and my favorites, so far, are the tango and the waltz. Two very different styles, one makes me feel daring and sexy, the other - like a princess in a fairytale. Needless to say, well, I'm having a ball ;o)

Everyday Miracles

2007-09-03T20:18:00.000-06:00

We can start with Genesis, pass a parted sea, a crowd of thousands satiated by just a couple of fish and a few loaves of bread, and so many other acts of grace and blessings in the form of miracles that were witnessed by others long ago. Then there are our miracles.

Miracles exist in every birth, regardless of circumstance: a life is a miracle. They exist in the passing of loved ones in their entrance into their eternity and in how their passing affects, so drastically, those they leave behind. It exists when one escapes death, and, more importantly, in the way the escapee lives the rest of his/her life realizing the immeasurable gift of a second chance. It exists in the unconditional love of a family like mine, and it exists in the sheer knowledge when one knows, in one's heart, who holds it.

The miracle is in the fact that, when that person enters each of our lives, we become someone different. We are able to overcome obstacles that have held us in impenetrable restraints our entire lives. The things that had brainwashed us into giving up and walking away are suddenly trivial, and in certain circumstances, where one had once found brief solace in retreating in fear, well... suddenly, that just doesn't make much sense anymore.

The miracle is in the fact that, seemingly, in an instant, our priorities shift - those to which we grasped and held to so tightly for so long fall effortlessly to the wayside so that we can wholly and completely make room in our individual lives for this person in his entirety, monkeys and all. And someone, like me, who once took pride in devoping my ability to stand alone, be self-sufficient, with always-in-control, take-charge independence... in just the thought of living my life without this person in it, I find difficulty in breathing.

In one of my favorite movies, As Good as it Gets, grouchy Melvin (Jack Nicholson,) is seeking answers from Simon (Greg Kinnear,) because he's confused about how to handle his situation with the woman who entered his strictly regimented life and shook things up a bit. He rants about how she "evicted him" from his life as he knows it, he loves her, but he doesn't know how to handle all of this. Simon finally says, "Melvin, do you know where you're lucky? You KNOW who you want. I'd take your seat any day."

After enduring some of the most difficult days and nights of my life, I can breathe again. I KNOW who I want. And today, that feels like a miracle.

Shine III. Finale

2007-08-14T17:58:00.002-06:00

The last of my Shine III posts is up. So, does this mean we start confirming plans for Shine IV???

Anyway, CLICK HERE to check it out ...

The Winds of Change

2007-08-08T19:36:00.000-06:00

I took this photograph of a Los Angeles sunset 6 years ago while visiting a friend, amidst one of the many times in my life during which I was certain of where I was and where I was headed. I do that. Those of you who know me know that I'm a planner. I like lists and schedules, timelines and itineraries. In addition to a wall calendar in my office, I use a leather-bound planner and a BlackBerry. I don't know that it's necessarily a "control thing." I simply like to know that I'm prepared ...prepared for... well... for what's next. Yet, it seems, God likes to keep me guessing.

For as long as I can remember, I had my life planned out. And at many significant milestones from attending high school in Michigan, away from my immediate family, to pursuing the big fashion career in New York City, the winds turned as did the direction of my life. Many of the changes felt unwelcome, at the time. The seemingly abrupt and unfair end to some careers were devastating to my ego. The demise of certain relationships left me feeling crushed ... empty. Perhaps, in addition to the event, itself, it was the sheer unexpected nature - the "kink" - in what I believed to be a sensible and well thought out plan that was so disturbing. I was never prepared. Are we ever?

My faith dictates that God knows best, and I should trust in Him and His plan. This has been proven to me time and time again, in every wind change that has blown through my life - every single one of them. So, why is it so difficult to truly trust at the first hint of that disruptive breeze? Well, I suppose its the classic "fear of the unknown," like being in an empty room in complete darkness, afraid of the enveloping nothingness. The absence of anything, in its mystery, becomes the very cause of overwhelming anxiety.

In all of this, I've learned that going through the motions of planning a trip doesn't necessarily mean you're actually going to take it... literally. Six years ago, I obtained my U.S. passport solely for a thoroughly planned trip to Paris with a friend. I didn't go on that trip, but a year or so later, I did use the passport: God sent me on a mission trip to help build a church in Quito Ecuador. I'd always thought it ideal that my very first passport stamp should come from the chic and glamorous metropolis that is Paris. Instead, it came from the modest, unassumingly rustic city of Quito. Ironically, I'm very pleased with that.

I pray for the strength to truly and deeply trust in Him. I must embrace the consolation that, regardless of how powerful the winds blow, I will be here, standing firm, supported by love.

Of course, there's no harm in also praying that someday, His plan will take me to Paris... and Rome ... and Greece...

D'OH!

2007-08-03T22:22:00.000-06:00

So this is me, MC... Simpsonized!

True Beauty

2007-08-02T13:01:00.000-06:00

After listening to the newly released album from Mandisa entitled, "True Beauty," that term has acquired new meaning. The music is beautiful, but the real power lies in the messages in each of her songs. My friend, Kelly, is actually a bit amused by the fact that I'm writing this post because, not long ago (before seeing Mandisa perform at the KSBJ Anniversary concert) I wasn't much of a fan. In fact, when Kelly told me how much she loved her current hit, "Only the World," I expressed that I found the song "annoying." Shame on me.

Her performance at the concert was tremendous and flawless, and her fantastic testimony was just icing on an already impressive cake. She sang a song called "God Speaking" that brought tears to my eyes and truly touched me with such an awesome and sweet message. Even my brother (a former heavy metal head-banger) said that the song gave him chills.

Today, all day, I listened to the album here in my office, over and over. Yes, when "God Speaking" first played this morning, it again, brought tears. And I became more emotional as she sang, so beautifully, these words:

"Do you know what it feels like to be tangled up in fear
What if He's somehow involved, what if He's speaking through it all
Who knows how He'll get a hold of us
Get our attention to prove He is enough
He'll do and He'll use whatever He wants to
to tell us, I love you."

Now, that's true beauty.

Shine III Pictures!

2007-07-07T02:02:00.001-06:00

For those of you asking for pictures from our Shine III vacation in Galveston, I've posted the first of what is sure to be several photo posts on our Shine Blog. Click here to visit the Shine Blog!

More Than Meets the Eye

2007-07-04T09:47:00.000-06:00

I'd heard of them. Growing up, I can't remember what came first, the toys or the cartoons. I was definitely not one to own, play with, or know all the names of the Transformers. Not until a few months ago did I even watch a Transformers cartoon, after we caught a glimpse of a trailer for the major motion picture starring these heroic alien robots. And last night I feel like I met them for the very first time.

Having heard comparisons to the blockbuster, "Independence Day," I was expecting a massive production, but I certainly hadn't anticipated being utterly stunned in amazement... and I was.

I think we all know the premise of this storyline: large, mean alien robots from another planet come to earth to take something, and their large heroic counterparts come to earth to protect us from the mean ones. It's a basic battle of good and evil, so, all of that fantasy aside, I looked for realism in this film. I watched with eyes stretched wide open, and I analyzed the details of the transformations, where every intricate part landed in the vehicle or aircraft, how it functioned during the change. It was flawless.

The scenes incorporating the three main elements - man, robot, landscape - were executed beautifully as each element existed with and interacted amongst the other quite perfectly, as though it truly "belonged" there. I think that was one of the keys of successful execution to me: not only were the robots natural and believable, the human side of the film was dependent upon them to carry the heavy load of the production itself.

...which leads me to the human side of the film. Semi-awkward Sam as the teenage hero was somewhat of a necessary cliche. The usual pre-hero teen, goofy with good intentions, he finds courage to do great and important things that eventually result in helping to save the world. Shia LaBeouf played him well and threw me a curve-ball at the last second.

Sam's parents added the perfect amount of light comedy that was never over-the-top. They were just funny, reminding us of parents we all knew - perhaps not resembling our own, but definitely resembling someones parents. On the other hand, Sam's love interest, Mikaela, is a role that was definitely not necessary. Representing a teenage girl who makes bad choices and bears no redeeming character qualities, her criminal record is erased simply because the young hero has the hots for her - not my idea of a strong female heroine. That the film devoted so much screen-time to this character based solely on her revealing clothing (or lack thereof) was, perhaps, the only flaw to the integrity of this otherwise solid production.

Fortunately, the film did redeem itself in the area of admirable female characters with the beautiful and astute Maggie. Beauty and brains, plus the conviction and grit to pick fights with the U.S. Department of Defense - nice. Then there's the Secretary of Defense brilliantly played by Jon Voight who seems to bring his own seriousness/scariness to all of his roles. It worked well here, and, with a well-cast military group who displayed courage, bravery and great strength, rounded out an overall effective supporting cast.

Of course the true superstars in this film were the Transformers, themselves, the brightest of them being the leader of the Autobots, Optimus Prime. As I stated to Andy this morning, I found myself "caring" about this character. He represented all that was good and right, and that, alone, dictated his words and actions. Add to that his gargantuan size and unarguably magnificent presence and, well, as Andy responded, "someday he's gonna bring world peace!"

Aside from the movie, itself, last night's private viewing was a terrific success. I've never experienced that before: watching a movie in a theater filled with people we know. The staff at the Movie Tavern were extremely accommodating and took very good care of us during the show. Everyone had a great time, and I liked that students from both The Woodlands and Kingwood Black Belt Academies got together for what turned out to be a nice night out at the movies.

MOVIEGOERS, ROLL OUT!!!

Transformers - OPENING NIGHT

2007-06-26T16:01:00.000-06:00

Final countdown to:

Event: Transformers Private Viewing

When: Opening Night, July 3rd 2007

Where: Movie Tavern, Richie Rd. & I-45

Cost: $10.00 per person

Spots Left: only 15!!!

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Our deadline is FRIDAY, JUNE 29TH! That's the date that we must turn in the final headcount for this event, so get your $ and your name on the list ASAP. After Friday, it's too late - we will NOT be allowed to add anyone after we turn in our final headcount.

Remember, the Movie Tavern is a restaurant with full bar - bring $ for dinner or just a fabulous dessert! Servers will be serving throughout the movie.

We hope to see you there!

Sixteen Candles

2007-06-21T14:22:00.000-06:00

In the middle of Shine III, I just had to share with you the success of Bean's big surprise Sweet 16 bash.

To offer a bit of background, several months ago Bean expressed to me that she was most looking forward to her 16th birthday because, for the past couple of years, her birthday parties had been smaller gatherings for a handful of her close friends. She wanted a big party, and, after attending a Sweet 16 or two, she was looking forward to hers. Fast forward to the day I reserved this house for Shine III, and it happened to fall on the week of her birthday.

Needless to say, Bean was a bit disappointed... to say the least... that she would now be out of town, doomed to spend her Sweet 16 birthday with, heaven forbid, her FAMILY. Poor thing, trapped in a beautiful beach house overlooking the gulf, surrounded by a house full of people who love her. Thus, the countdown to Shine III brought a certain giddiness to us all - except Bean.

That's when her mother, K, and I decided to take full advantage of her misery and, while projecting a complete disregard for her birthday, we planned a full-blown beach-front Luau, complete with a whole, apple-in-mouth, roast suckling pig, and her friends, imported from home.

Fast forward again to yesterday morning, her birthday. I entered the room of a solemn Bean just to check the temperature of her mood... quiet and solemn... it was perfect. Her first surprise was on its way to the house: the Spencer family plus two more friends. They snuck into the house and made themselves comfortable on the sofas, then we called everyone down to breakfast. After a few seconds of disbelief, her mood changed instantly, now that she could spend the day with friends. A few hours later, the other half of the gang surprised her, and I think she believed her day was complete. She was wrong.

Uncle Deo plucked Bean and three of her friends from the gulf to take them 4-wheeling on a public part of the beach. When his vehicle was out of sight, the mayhem began and the entire group, guests and all, worked together like busy bees, setting up 6 8-foot banquet tables, 40 chairs, 10 tiki torches, and decorations galore to transform the back of the house into an elegant Hawaiian Luau. It was crazy fun. The pig arrived, the full sheet Lilo Beach Scene birthday cake arrived, the food from Happy Buddha arrived, all right on schedule, and somewhere in between, we all changed into our Luau clothing and passed around the leis while Luau music played through the speakers on the outside of the house.

Meanwhile, Deo was having a hard time holding the interest of his four teenage passengers. 4-wheeling was losing its appeal when I called him to tell him to stall, because we were waiting on Uncle Ryan and Foo who went to get the beverages. So he took the girls to a home, still under construction, and made up a story about how Uncle Ry was planning to buy it, and would they like to go look at it...

...but the food was heated, and my Executive chef (aka, my sister Marli) informed me that the food would spoil if it sat too long, so I made the call to Deo to come back.

I understand that, when they pulled into the driveway looking straight into the Luau scene, Bean's response was, "Oh... my... God..." And as she approached her Sweet 16 Luau on the beach, we all, in unison, greeted her with a loud "ALOHA!"

More memorable moments of the evening:

~ after dinner, we attempted to set up the dessert table with 2 chocolate fountains and a beautiful spread of poundcake, cookies, and fruit, but when we turned the fountains on, the wind blew the chocolate, which sent a pleasant (and messy) spray of melted chocolate over everything and everyone within its range

~ later, Mama and Papa had the group serenade her with a traditional Filipino birthday song, while Papa accompanied on guitar

~ we couldn't keep the birthday candles lit long enough for the princess to blow them out, so we moved the cake and the group into the house for cake, presents, and the group picture below

WHEW! After a very long day (and months of planning) we were relieved that Bean was actually surprised, that all had a great time and, most of all that her birthday was, indeed, a happy one ;o)

At May's End

2007-05-28T19:33:00.000-06:00

As mentioned in my previous post, we started Tai Chi classes earlier this month. Here's a picture of the very first class:Since that first class, we've added 5 more to the Tai Chi program, and interest amongst other prospective students continues to stir.

Our trip to Corpus Christi was memorable and relaxing. The Mercy Me concert was fantastic. I can't wait to see them this summer as part of the KSBJ 25th Anniversary Concert line-up! Of course, the songs, themselves, were moving, but lead singer, Bart Marshall, belted out each of them with powerful clarity that swept the entire audience. His voice carried passion that just doesn't come through on the radio or in the CDs. At times, he, too, appeared to be containing his own emotions, particularly during certain numbers like "I Can Only Imagine," during which the audience's singing almost overpowered his amplified voice - and continued with every single word. Needless to say, we returned from the trip with all of their CDs playing all the way home.

Another treat for me was meeting Andy's Grandma Eva, Aunt Gloria, and Uncle Richard. We surprised them with our visit, and when Andy was at their doorstep, they could barely speak! It was so sweet - watching their faces and realizing that simply having him there in their living room had brought so much light into their days. Several times, as we sat and visited with them, they mentioned how they could, "barely talk," almost speechless in disbelief that he was there. We took them to an early dinner on the water the next day, and, on the day of our departure, we stopped by one last time to say goodbye. Of course, in between visits, we stopped for the infamous snow cones or "Snowballs" that seemed to instantly bring Andy back to his childhood. Yes, they were the best snow cones I've ever tasted ;o)

Also on our visit, we took in a couple of popular Corpus Christi attractions including the impressive U.S.S. Lexington and the Museum of Science and History. The latter offered some interesting highlights, boasting Christopher Columbus' Ships - I was extremely excited to see Christopher Columbus' ships!

...then I was deflated in disappointment to learn that they were, in fact, replicas of Christopher Columbus' Ships. Of course Andy tried to convince me all along of this fact, but, in my romantic naive mind, I refused to believe him - until a museum guide confirmed it. Oh well, on to a much bigger (and, more importantly, authentic) vessel, the U.S.S. Lexington ...

Huge is an understatement. This was my first time on an aircraft carrier, so I was impressed from the moment I laid eyes on it. Overwhelming is its size, the aircraft it carries, and its rich and colorful history. Wandering the halls of this ship took us into a completely different perspective of life as we know it.

Here are more photos from the Lex:

As I continued through the tour, in awe, remarking about the incredible size of this ship, I was reminded about the fact that the ship we'll be boarding in October will be much larger than this one. I know it's true, it's just hard to picture at the moment.

And speaking of the Lex's incredible history, we wrapped up the month with our 13-hour Memorial Day "shindig" during which we acknowledged those in our armed forces who made the ultimate sacrifice for our country and our liberty. Additionally, once again, we celebrated the birthdays of Ry, his little brother, and my dad. And, yet a new name was added to the collection of birthday cakes this year, that of Mel, aka Fortune Cookie ;o) We had a day filled with family, friends, Name That Tune 80's Version, Scene-it, lots of grilled meat (mmmmmmmm .... grilled meat ...) and the grand finish: MahJong 'til the wee hours of this morning.

On the horizon in the not-so-distant future: a tournament in Mont Belvieu, testing for my PURPLE BELT, and, of course SHINE III!

May Flowers

2007-05-16T19:21:00.000-06:00

Quite a whirlwind has passed. Being busy with friends and family is always a blessing, and these past couple of months were no exception. A particular treat for me was having my very best friend, Sande, in town for a weekend. While Andy was away at camp, terrorizing the kids, no doubt, Sande flew in from the bustling urban metropolis that is Midland, Texas (I've heard that, compared to the rest of West Texas, this is accurate), to keep me company. Friday night, we had the pleasure of sharing wine with K and Joelle (well, we had wine, K and J were designated drivers - who drove home in the same vehicle.)
The next morning we attended to our mission: SHOPPING. We attacked a vast scope of destinations from Old Navy in The Woodlands to Louis Vuitton in The Galleria. While the shopping was fabulous, the highlight of Saturday was spending time with her and reuniting with our pals, Trina and Jenny over the carnivore's dream dinner at Nelore. A dinner at Nelore: $35. A coinciding glass of Cab: $14. Enjoying both with your closest friends: absolutely, positively, priceless ;o)

Backtracking a week or so, we celebrated the intro-to-teenhood of my Godson, Foo, and I played my very first game of something called Frisbee-Golf. Being less than skilled at both Frisbee and golf, it came to no one's surprise that I didn't fare well on the final rankings tally. Nevertheless, I was proud that I didn't finish dead last. And I actually had a lot of fun, which is certainly the point, right? The things I do for Foo.

And speaking of special events, I can't end this post without mentioning the dual-occasion Sunday that just passed: Bean's confirmation and Mother's day. I've always been somewhat of a "mommy's girl," so I cherish the ability to remind my mom how much she means to me and what a wonderful mother she is on Mother's Day. But this day has morphed a bit, encompassing a couple of other sentiments.

One of them is the fact that I can't help but think of Andy's mother when this day approaches. I think of what a fantastic mother she must have been to have reared these kids who have grown to become such great people, and I say a little prayer of thanks that she did that. The other sentiment that has become significant on this day is the admiration towards my sister-in-law, K, who has reared the most incredible kids on the planet. Again, I say a little prayer of thanks that she does that.

And last but never least (she just wouldn't have it that way) we celebrated Bean and her confirmation. I tell her over and over how proud I am of her, and it will never be enough to express it. One significant part of her celebration presented her with letters that some of us had written to her when she was baptised almost 16 years ago. I honestly don't even remember writing that letter, but when I reread it on Sunday, I did recall the things I was feeling when I wrote it. I had said that I wondered what she would be like as the young lady receiving the letter. Wow. I have to say it again ... I just couldn't be more proud.

Other news? This week we officially started training in Tai Chi and Brazilian Jiu Jitsu. Tai Chi is incredibly relaxing, and the Jiu Jitsu is just plain fun. As Mel-Mel and I determined, "it actually works!" And, this weekend, Andy and I will head to Corpus Christi for what's sure to be an awesome Mercy Me concert and what I've heard are the best snow cones ever. We shall see about that ;o)

Cruising to a Dream

2007-04-10T15:56:00.000-06:00

When we first started dating, I shared with Andy my dream of seeing America's East Coast to behold the beauty of fall foliage with my own eyes. Along with a gondola ride in Venice, sketching architectural ruins in Rome and Greece, and strolling through the streets of Paris, surrounding myself with the glorious autumn of New England has long been on my somewhat short list of things I've always wanted to do in places I've most wanted to visit. So, after allowing me to ramble about the East Coast dream-trip, he replied, "let's do it!"

I've spent the past year researching the perfect trip for this fall, even enlisting the assistance of some of my clients who are natives of New England. They and the material I referenced advised that late October would be the best time to arrive on the coast. And after completing my "East Coast Trip" spreadsheet with data and approximate costs for each trip component, I attempted to create itinerary scenarios that could encompass a few states in one week without exceeding our budget. However, based on my data, that just wasn't feasible; the New England dream trip would have to wait for another year's autumn.

Then, like an answer to an unsolicited prayer, I received a kind note from American Express extending an invitation to certain cardholders to reserve one of a limited number of specially-priced cabins for - you guessed it - a 6-day New England cruise, scheduled for an October 28th departure. Last night, we accepted that invitation.

Our adventure on Norwegian Cruise Line's Spirit begins in New York and takes us to four ports: Halifax, Canada; Bar Harbor, Maine; Boston; and Martha's Vineyard, before returning to New York. Because of the AMEX pricing, we will be in an upgraded stateroom with a balcony, and it will cost significantly less than my spreadsheet estimations - we'll be under budget plus the bonus of included meals and activities.

I've had far more on my plate to pray about, so this East Coast trip was definitely not on my list of prayer intentions. But He knows the deepest desires and unspoken dreams within our hearts. Thank you, Heavenly Father, for granting us this one ;o)

Spring it On!

2007-04-03T09:48:00.000-06:00

The chill has left the air, the flannel sheets have come off the beds, and I've officially switched perfumes from Fall/Winter's Boucheron to Spring/Summer's Tiffany. (You mean you don't change fragrances with the seasons???) Yes, we're well on our way to the scorching summers that we yankee-turned-Texans have come to dread. However, we still have a few top-down gorgeous spring days to enjoy before the heat hits, along with a calendar full of activities to keep us busy until we SHINE in Galveston ...

This weekend, Andy and I will continue a tradition we began last year, hosting a few loved ones to view Mel Gibson's film, "The Passion of the Christ" on the night of Good Friday. I just can't think of a better way to remind myself and each other of the real significance behind the Lenten season and Easter.

And speaking of Easter, after celebrating Christ's resurrection at what's sure to be a beautiful and glorious morning mass, we'll be getting geared up for yet another special Easter Sunday at our place. Picture this: a day full of egg-hunting, chocolate, kickball in the park, chocolate, Frisbee in the streets, lots of food (and chocolate) and, of course, Mahjong - shared by 26 friends and family members under the same roof. Easter just wouldn't be Easter without the commotion!

Just around the corner, I will have the opportunity to redeem myself from the shadows of that forgettable performance from my last Tae Kwon Do testing, as I test for my green belt next week. Then, a couple of days later, the Felicidario gang (plus a couple of Morenos, a Rainey, and a Spencer) will find a spot on the lawn in the pavilion where we will, once again, be having a blast with the Newsboys in concert!

Also that week, Andy's sister and nephew will be in town, visiting from California. I'm looking forward to seeing them again, particularly after the fabulous visit we had earlier this year. And that Sunday, we will be attending a mass at St. Martha's in Kingwood to be held in memory of their mother, Virginia. This will be her day, and it will be a special one indeed.

The following weekend we'll be immersed in the excitement of the AMAI Nationals & Invitational Tournament, and the weekend after that, we'll be helping out with the March of Dimes, which wraps up our April.

Whew! Coincidentally, Andy and I will be heading to Corpus Christi next month to catch Mercy Me's concert, appropriately entitled "Coming Up to Breathe" ;o)

Happy Easter!

First Dance

2007-03-22T13:11:00.000-06:00

Earlier this month, Andy and I attended the wedding of my friend and colleague, Marcellus. That evening, in a ballroom on the 49th floor overlooking the sparkling downtown Houston cityscape, we danced our first dance ... ever. Though it seemed pretty routine, stepping out into a crowd on the dancefloor during a wedding reception, this moment, quite unexpectedly, became surreal and extraordinary. The song was "Unchained Melody," the voices were the Righteous Brothers, and, when I closed my eyes, we were all alone on the dancefloor. We were all alone in the world. And for the first time in my life, I danced an entire slowdance without stepping on my partner's feet ;o)

Life Passing Lessons

2007-03-05T18:07:00.000-06:00

In my last post, I acknowledged the passing of someone whose family I'd just met. Today, I and my colleagues received word of the passing of another person, my boss's mother-in-law. In addition to my boss, I do have the pleasure of knowing his wife, G, who, again, is a wonderful testimony to the strong and family-binding mother that raised her. And this passing life also touches my own in a unique way.

My boss revealed that one of G's deepest regrets has been the fact that she was not able to share final thoughts with her father prior to his passing. Her life, like many others, was filled with so much else, including her own family, her career, and her husband's career. Amidst her daily chaos, she was alerted to the fact that he was in the hospital, and, by the time she arrived to be by his side, he was gone.

Someone once said, "treat others as though you may not see them again," which is just another way to say, "don't take others for granted." I try to do that, and, at times, doing that is very challenging. I try to incorporate that thought into my decision-making process, as well... when I make choices about my schedules, my calendar, my life. For example, while scheduling vacation time at work, I used to wait to see what pressing issues/meetings/conferences might require my attention, allowing my job to dictate my vacation schedule. Now, I try to foresee time I need to spend with the people I love, and I submit my personal-time schedule to my job, not the other way around. Also, because I know family time is precious, I've made it my mission to proactively impose it on my family every year (via Shine,) rather than merely wish for more quality time together.

I know I will come across business activities that will call me away, but when that meeting is over, I will forego lingering within that realm that is not most dear to me to return my loved ones who are. Particularly after a couple of days away from home, I wouldn't even entertain the idea to stop on the way back to reminisce with the colleagues with whom I'd just spent this time away from home... or classmates... or students... even friends... whatever the case may be. Rather, I would hurry home to share the weekend's experiences and highlights with the person or people that mean the most to me and my life.

The loss of G's mother today is just another reminder to me of what's most important and how to separate that from the other duties that do call. If I've learned anything from these ladies it's that life is too short and too precious. We are each allotted a distinct number of minutes on this earth, and every day, that number is ticking down to zero: with whom will you choose to spend yours... more importantly, how will you spend it?

February Rewound

2007-02-27T11:54:00.000-06:00

So the month isn't quite over yet, but it has been busy enough, thus far, to sufficiently fill an entire post. And to those who have asked, here is an updated picture of the "kittens," who, as you can see, are no longer kittens.

On to February. We started out with a Superbowl-themed Parent's Night Out, brilliantly planned and orchestrated by Mr. M, and which, I'm proud to report, was the largest turnout in this school's history! Mr. M and the Leadership Team members worked and played hard that night. Even the windows were sweating profusely!

The following week, I tested for my camouflage belt and passed - barely. It was definitely my worst testing to date, and I'm truly not exaggerating! I knew I was in trouble when, while throwing a round kick into the bag, my supporting leg flew from underneath me, and I fell flat on my back! I bounced back up, and brushed it off as nothing because, quite honestly, I just wasn't the least bit embarrassed. That stuff happens. I wasn't, however, so quick to dismiss the blundered performance of the all-important form. In a nutshell, I froze. My concentration was broken by a sudden sound, and I froze... I stood there... doing absolutely nothing... in front of the judges and all of the parents/students in the audience and on the sidelines. I was crushed. Yes, I eventually snapped back into it (during the "second chance" run), but, even though I breezed through to the end, I was kicking myself for days. I'm STILL kicking myself.

We did have a testing that went beautifully that week: our very first officially clad AMAI Cubs testing! These four troopers were rambunctious and adorable, and all achieved their new ranks with genuine pride and enthusiasm.

Also during that testing, a certain 9 year-old had the privilege of sprinting through the Birthday Line, while the rest of us enjoyed kicking her little booty as she passed. Yes Lem turned 9 this month! So, after the Cubs testing, we headed to the Red Robin hamburger joint for what was, I believe, her second of three birthday celebrations.

Shortly after Lem's three or four parties, we stumbled upon our next birthday, which as you can see from my previous post, shared the spotlight with another occasion, Valentines Day. Our dinner was quiet and special, and actually, today it's a little more meaningful than it was the night we had it, but more on that later.

Mid-month, Andy and I had the pleasure of partaking in a wine tasting/pairing event at a quaint shop in Clear Lake called Old World Wine. We had an unbelievable evening, tasting 6 wines that were expertly paired with delicious tapas sized dishes. I'm impressed by how much Andy has learned to appreciate wines on a more complex level and how his palate has become more acute to the various nuances of each varietal. We agreed to try to hit one wine tasting a month.

Also this month, Andy was a guest judge for a testing at an AMAI school in Cypress. He was "high rank" that night, so, I must admit, I did enjoy seeing the level of respect paid to him by everyone in the facility ;o) The school had a terrific atmosphere, and I could tell they were a close and proud group. I look forward to seeing some of them again at the big Tournament in April!

After the testing, I took my Valentine out for his birthday dinner to Taste of Texas, one of my favorite carnivore cafes, where we waited for their usual 2 hours to be seated. On the weekends, that kind of wait is to be expected here, but I assure you, this dinner is worth the wait. I did notice something on this visit that I'd never noticed before: their choice in music (and, despite the restaurant's name, it's not country music.) About an hour into our wait, I walked through the main dining room (this place is huge) to the restroom and caught a few notes of Mercy Me's "Hold Fast." Throughout dinner, I heard Avalon, Bebo Norman, and others, and after dinner, I asked our waitress about it. She said that the owners of the restaurant are devout Christians who will only play Contemporary Christian music in their restaurant. Wow, the ability to pick out my ribeye and enjoy my favorite kind of music - no wonder I love this place!

Wrapping up the month, in honor of this being Black History Month, our dear friend/brother Theo prepared a huge Sunday dinner, appropriately themed, "Soul Food Sunday." He cooked up a delicious storm, which we enjoyed while watching the Oscars. Thanks Theo!

Now back to our dinner on Valentines Day. Andy wanted to take me to a restaurant he used to frequent called Hasta la Pasta. He told me that, a few years ago, a fellow Tae kwon do student named Kevin introduced him to the "right way" to eat the bread and special sauce at this restaurant. In that conversation, he reminisced about how, while training with Master Battenberg, working towards their various levels of black belts, he, Kevin, and Kevin's family developed a friendship, but that friendship seemed to fade as the years passed.

Fast forward to yesterday: Andy and I attended a beautiful and touching mass and funeral service for Kevin's mother. At the viewing on the previous afternoon, I had the pleasure of meeting this special family for the first time. Although I'd never met Valerie, I knew, just from spending a few moments with her family, that she was so incredibly blessed. The ambient feeling of peace hit home for me, because this family reminded me of my own. Even during this, such a difficult and emotionally trying event, her children were strong, smiling, loving each other, and loving those, even strangers, who came to pay respects to their mother. And her surviving spouse, their proud father, standing at the front of the viewing room by her side, warmly welcomed all to her. He was special too, emitting a brilliant charisma - the very same that draws others to my own Dad.

I'm so glad I had the opportunity to be touched by this family. I thought I couldn't love and appreciate my own family any more than I already do, but I was wrong. And I'm glad Andy had the opportunity to reconnect with his friend. They proved that sometimes the most compelling messages we convey to each other are often exchanged during the most challenging times, and these messages and gestures of heart-felt caring are the things that really matter, above all else. Thank you, Valerie. It was my pleasure getting to know you and your wonderful family.

Other random thoughts? Jim Carrey's "The Number 23" is better than you think, "The Departed" is as good as everyone says, and Sabrina Sloan is still my pick for American Idol ;o)

Happy Birthday to My Valentine

2007-02-14T14:22:00.000-06:00

To the love of my life, you are incredibly beautiful, both inside and out, with the biggest and warmest of hearts. You're a blessing to me and my family, and I thank you for all that you have taught me (on and off the floor.) May God continue to watch over and guide you with His wisdom and the knowledge to keep effectively touching and shaping the lives of others, young and old.

Happy birthday, sweetie. I love you!

Babysitting: Night 4

2007-01-26T23:10:00.000-06:00

To Mom and Dad: we really miss you! And we really miss Brendan!

By the way, I picked Fish up today from Taekwondo, and we went to Lifeway to see if the newly released TobyMac CD was out on the shelves (it's not). After a period of silence in the car, this was the conversation:

Me: What's wrong?
Fish: I really miss my mom and dad.
Me: Hmmmm. What do you miss most about them?
Fish: Hugging them. And kissing them. And loving them. (pause) And I also miss my favorite little brother.

~

To those of you who are wondering what this post is about, Andy and I have the pleasure of hosting my neices and nephews (pictured above) for a few days, while their parents are in Colorado Springs for their business. This has been alot of fun for us, although most of their time has been spent with Andy while I've been at work. TGIF! The kids are competing in a tournament tomorrow during the day, then we have a fun and relaxing evening planned followed by sleeping in on Sunday.

To M&K, all is well, no trips to the emergency room (knocking on my desk), and we still haven't had to use the duct tape!

We love you!!!

The Black Belt Academy Celebrates Christmas

2007-01-17T15:34:00.001-06:00

They say, "Change is good." Well, in the case of The Black Belt Academy, this cliche couldn't be more accurate. What a year it's been for this school, both in The Woodlands and Kingwood, and what better way to celebrate the successes of monumental decision-making than with a very special gala.

Out with the old, in with the new!

The Masters Battenberg orchestrated a fabulous year-end celebration with an event that beautifully and quite appropriately capped off a pretty significant year for this large Taekwondo family.

This was definitely a Christmas party, complete with a turkey dinner and festively wrapped presents (door prizes - thanks, Nancy!)

In addition to holiday cheer, on the agenda was a touching and sometimes humorous slideshow recap of 2006 along with an awards ceremony that recognized students, instructors, and families from both The Woodlands and Kingwood schools. Some of the awards presented were "Most Dedicated," "Tough as Nails," "Most Loyal," and, one I didn't expect, "The Cupid Award." Hmmmm ... I wonder who won that one?

The Masters also conveyed their appreciation for their instructors, which included Ry and Bean.

Of course, for some of us, getting dressed-up is half the fun of attending holiday parties. But in addition to recognizing the holiday and wrapping up another year of hard work and good times in class, at tournaments, in workshops, and camps, it's the celebrating and spending time with each other that serves as the best reason to get together and enjoy the fact that, although the art of Taekwondo brought us here, friendships and a true appreciation for each other, as individuals, each with his or her own personality, seems key in keeping this special group of people together.

A few more laughs were had that day with Oscar-worthy performances in some witty and original comedy skits. And what holiday celebration would be complete without a visit from the big man himself?

The gala ended with a candle lit group rendition of "Silent Night" followed by warm hugs and holiday wishes, thus bringing this pivotal year to a close.

2007 definitely looks bigger and brighter -

"OUT WITH THE OLD, IN WITH THE NEW!"

Happy New Year!

And to the photo gurus, Eric and Megan, who shot these wonderful photographs: you provide so much more than just great pictures - you capture and immortalize precious memories. Thank you!

For a glimpse into the talent of Mr. Chan, visit
www.echangraphics.com

Tear-down 2007

2007-01-16T21:27:00.000-06:00

One of the most dreaded tasks of the year, for me, is "holiday tear-down." Having to take down Christmas decorations, carefully pack them up, and return them to their corner of the storage closet can be rather tedious and, more importantly, emotionally deflating.

I suppose this glumness is completely justified in that it balances, equally and oppositely, the joy and holiday cheer one experiences in late November while pulling these boxes out from their dark corner, carefully sifting through the glowing and richly colored decorations and placing each piece, with precision, in its designated spot throughout the house. Yes, I absolutely relish in that tradition.

But this year, tear-down wasn't so bad. I had help ...

... and he had help ...

And the next morning, free from any evidence of the passing holiday, the house was, once again, its less-celebratory self.

Well, almost ;o)

City by the Bay

2007-01-06T02:14:00.000-06:00

From white chocolate on Pier 39 to wine-tasting in Napa, Alameda charm to Alcatraz lore, and cable cars to crab legs, this San Francisco trip exceeded my expectations with colorful and memorable tastes and experiences. Just a couple of days after Christmas, Andy and I, along with his brother Alex, left H-town for the City by the Bay to visit their sister, Nativity, and her family. Great company, including a tour guide extraordinaire (thanks Nat!) enhanced this vacation, my very first visit to San Francisco.

Our first day in the city had us immersed in the tourist-filled bustle of Pier 39, which still glimmered with Christmas lights and garland, not to mention the enormous Christmas tree that towered at the Pier's entrance. We enjoyed outdoor shopping and delicious aromas of sweets swirled with seafood. Perhaps those aromas led us to our dinner and dessert choices: Bubba Gump Shrimp Co. followed by a visit to a quaint sweet shop appropriately named, Chocolate Heaven. While Andy and I agreed that Bubba Gump's calamari fell a bit short of our expectations, the awesome view of the bay from our table more than compensated. And, contrary to popular belief, the highlight of this day was not the creamy white chocolate we savored. No, my heart skipped a beat when my eyes (and ears) met the dozens of barking sea lions congregating on the docks!

When the sun set, we continued on foot, passing more docks and piers, right to Ghirardelli Square where we indulged in their famous ice cream sundaes (that's "second dessert" for you Hobbits) before heading to the next big highlight for me - the cable car ride! I'd always wanted to hop on a cable car in San Francisco, and riding it up and down the steep hills to our destination in the city was every bit as thrilling as I'd hoped it would be.

Perhaps one of the most enjoyable and romantic days of my life was the one we spent, just the two of us, in the Napa Valley. The drive, itself, treated us to breathtaking views I'd only seen in the pages of my wine books and magazines. We participated in our first tasting at V. Sattui Winery, which allowed us to taste 6 of their wines. Yes, I was relishing a warm buzz by the time we headed to the winery's deli to make our selections for our picnic lunch. Amidst a perfectly autumn-like afternoon, surrounded by colorful trees, the subtle humming of relaxed conversations, and the occasional sweater-clad dog running passed, salad and pate never tasted so good.
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And, because 6 wines just wasn't enough, we ended our Napa experience with a winery tour and tasting at the award winning Robert Mondavi Winery.

Another day into the city took us to an unexpected, yet tremendous and significant site for me - the magnificent Palace of Fine Arts. As we approached this mammoth structure, I'm pretty sure my jaw was in my lap. This was one of the most beautiful architectural masterpieces I'd ever seen. It's massive size amidst the Walden-like setting evoked images of mythical gods or Elfen habitats in The Lord of the Rings.

Of course, as all first-time San Francisco visitors should, we visited and toured Alcatraz. I misplaced my camera that morning, so I don't have photographs of this visit. Rest assured, this experience is enough to prompt a narrative in an entire post of its own. Intense, unsettling, and disturbingly real, this site is another one of those reality jabs that can serve to remind us to embrace life and count our blessings.

And no trip here is complete without visiting this:

We walked on the bridge far enough to appreciate it's magnitude and architectural significance. Then, we turned back towards the city to enjoy a fantastic Ethiopian dinner on this, our last night in San Francisco.

I've already stated to many that this was one of the best trips I've ever taken. Each day, each experience, was so unique and incredible in itself, so, collectively, our vacation was rich and opulent with life. Andy has heard me say many times "it's all about experiences." Needless to say, I'm already anxiously awaiting our next set of completely new and different ones when we return for more to the City by the Bay.

Oh, I almost forgot I have a blog ...

2006-12-22T14:19:00.000-06:00

Okay, I'll acknowledge that it has been a couple of months since my last post. What can I say, the kitten has grown, and I just haven't been taking as many pictures of him!

So, we have confirmed booking of our Shine III destination in Galveston, Texas for the summer 2007. Sorry, Bean, it is NOT the Shine I house. I have my reasons for changing it, mostly regarding the second or "senior" house, but the main reason is that I just liked this new one better ;o)

This is the view from the beach:

And this is the view from the balcony:

I'll change the countdown ticker later!

The big Christmas Eve dinner is in just 2 days. I can't believe how quickly this year has passed! Wow, I could really make up for lost blogging time and type up a War and Peace-length review of 2006, but I'll spare you the gory details. Besides, isn't that what Archives are for?

Since Andy and I are hosting the big night, my "Christmas Eve Dinner 2006" file (containing spreadsheets of guest lists, timeline, schedule, shopping lists, recipes, etc ...) kicked in last night. This year we are incorporating a 2nd floor dining area to help comfortably accomodate our 28 dinner guests. We are restricting the 2nd floor dining area to guests 15 and up to prevent "accidents" like Honeybaked ham mysteriously flying over the balcony onto guests below. Hmmm, I guess that means we'll allow all guests 15 and up - except Deo ...

I think this will be the largest gathering hosted at our place to date. As I type this, I admit, I'm getting more excited about the actual fun and warmth that the event is supposed to represent. Thus far it has been just that - an event - and I've been planning it with the mindset of a bank project! Shame on me. Besides, we're orchestrating a celebration of THE most important birthday of all! Yes, I mean Jesus!

The whirlwind for us will not end that evening. We'll spend Christmas day with the family at M&K's then prepare to fly to California next week to visit Andy's sister. It seems like a crazy-busy timeline, but I'm certainly not complaining. Some of us had the pleasure of visiting some less-fortunate children earlier this week. Although it was us bringing presents and Christmas treats to them, the small amount of time they shared with us was priceless - after that visit, the quiet in our home is more appreciated, the gifts under our 11-foot tree are instantly more valuable, and suddenly the 28 people we'll be hosting on Sunday are so much more than just friends and family. They are the very treasures that make our lives special and complete.

I know the kids at the Houston Child Developing Center won't see this post, but if they did, I just want them to know how special they are, and they are in our hearts. And to those friends and family members who will not be with us this weekend,

WE LOVE AND TREASURE YOU.

Have a very Merry Christmas,

a safe and wonderful holiday season,

and we'll see you next year!

New Blog

2006-10-30T01:14:00.000-06:00

So many photos, so little space! I've decided to create a separate blog, just for photographs from our 2006 family vacation: SHINE - The Memories, and I promise to keep adding photos as I get them. I still have lots more from Deo, so check back!

The Open Tournament - "Fluffy Forms"

2006-10-23T10:05:00.000-06:00

Take a few hundred martial artists from different styles and schools and bring them in to one room with 6 rings to showcase the diversified knowledge and talent, and throw into the mix a vast array of nationalities, races, weapons and 5-foot trophies - sound crazy? The open tournament we attended on Saturday was an interesting experience, and overall, a good time. Like other tournaments I've attended, the parents and other supporters of the competitors were just as devoted, cheering loudly with applause or offering a consoling hug as necessary. I did, however, notice that the parents at this particular tournament were just a tad more fiery and quick to express their disappointment at judges during the sparring.

But the most significant difference I observed was not in the Sparring competition. Personally, I felt that, within the Forms competition, this tournament attempted to position one mindset or "approach" to training against one bearing a completely different purpose. I venture to guess that most people train in the martial arts for the purposes of learning, practicing, and perfecting the skills, techniques, and practical execution of specific moves utilized for the sole purpose of defending oneself and striking or attacking. Where, in self-defense or fighting, competitive or in the real world, do cartwheels and the splits come in to play?

That kind of entertaining dazzle is appropriate for a demonstration performance or other exhibition that exists for entertainment purposes, only; however, in practicing and/or competing in Forms, one's moves should be limited to the purity of solely the forms and techniques that actually serve a practical purpose during an attack or in a fight. All other "fluff" should be left out of the Forms competition, thus preserving its integrity. We love to see it in a demo, in Extreme competitions, or on "Star Search," but it won't help a martial artist in the ring or, more importantly, while being attacked in the real world, defending one's life.

Congratulations, Lem and Bean!

2006-10-22T23:24:00.000-06:00

This past Saturday, The Woodlands Black Belt Academy participated in its first open martial arts tournament. Competitors from various regions gathered to face one another in the rings, some representing their schools, others representing themselves, all displaying individual strengths and styles. Among the day's winners were our very own Lem and Bean!

Foo and I were there to support the girls as well as the other competitors from our school. Foo also served well as "trophy carrier" for the day.

Congratulations to all who competed! You're to be commended for getting out there and facing the competition, and we are all very proud of you!

Shine II ~ The Recap, Final Chapter

2006-10-12T19:07:00.000-06:00

The rest of our trip was spent relaxing, swimming, playing pool, and doing this:It looks like we were playing MahJong with my Aunt and Mom (above) , but in retrospect, we just "attempted" to play several times. Before anyone could get a good hand going, my aunt had already won. We attempted often. Most of the time, she just schooled us.

On Thursday evening, Andy and I had the pleasure of enjoying a very special, very romantic 6-course meal at Victoria & Alberts inside the Disney Grand Floridian Resort. This has always been my favorite resort on the Disney property because of its elegance and coastal charm. It's beautiful and inviting. It's no wonder the Grand Floridian is chosen most often as the Disney venue for weddings!

My favorite course of the evening was the 2nd or 3rd ... the lamb. Andy's main entree was something we both tasted for the first time: elk. It was succulent, melted in your mouth, and paired beautifully with the wine chosen for us by the maitre d. As a momento of the evening, we were presented with our menus which were personalized for each of us, along with the label from our bottle of wine. This wasn't just dinner - this was an experience.

On our last full day in Florida, we returned to the Disney complex for a stroll through Downtown Disney, which began with all of us, kids and non-kids, having too much fun in the Lego store. The giant Lego creations were quite impressive:
We shopped for souvenirs, had lunch, and stopped for the occasional princess pose ...
And that evening, my SuperChef sister graced the gang of 20+ with an elaborate 5-star meal which included perfectly rare roast beef au jus and ended with home-baked apple crumb cobbler a la mode.

We enjoyed the evening as much as we could, knowing it was our last, hamming it up with the Karaoke machine in the Grand Master Suite ;o) Of course, as all good times must come to an end, our fairytale concluded the following day. Yes, it was tearful, but the emotion only solidified that this kind of family event must happen again, and soon.

While we are unable to to agree upon the exact location of our next adventure, I have no doubts that it will be filled with all the magic we shared in Orlando ... and, regardless of where we end up, what really matters is that we continue to SHINE!

P. S. Thank you, Trina for the ride to the airport; thanks, Kelly, for the ride home; thanks, Kerry, for taking care of our babies ... even though you did let Ginger grow while we were away ;o)

Shine II ~ The Recap, Chapter 3

2006-10-11T21:16:00.000-06:00

After such a magical day and dinner from Chapter 2, could it get any more syrupy sweet? Of course it could ... and it did - with a character breakfast! So, we started the day at Disney's Beach Club Resort, enjoying a breakfast feast, which, of course, included Mickey-shaped waffles and sharing bacon with some familiar faces ...

Here, our Bean does an admirable job of conquering her fear of costumed characters. I wish we could have said the same for our friend, Theo ...

Watch it, Minnie ...

After breakfast, we took the ferry to the MGM theme park where we spent the day. It's a movie-lover's paradise, and, like the other parks, the attention to detail throughout was amazing, from the famous intersection of Hollywood and Vine to the many spectacular shows. We enjoyed an Indiana Jones stunt show starring Harrison Ford's stunt double, a heart-pounding stunt show starring explosives and cars, and a Broadway-style tribute to one of my all-time favorites, Beauty and the Beast.

We ended this, our final theme park day, as all should ... with the fireworks/laser light show extravaganza, and I've never before seen anything like this one. Imagine an enormous stage built in and around the side of a mountain. Surround that mountainside with a broad moat that separates the stage from the audience, thousands of children and adults, seated in an arena style outdoor ampitheater. When the lights go down, walls of water shoot from the moat towards the sky creating the "screen" on which clips from our favorite Disney movies were projected, like movie theater screens of water. Add to that a larger than life light show with Mickey in the middle amidst his "imagination" as the Sorcerer's apprentice, and bring it to a close with fireworks and more Disney characters waving from passing ships, gloriously lit like Christmas - it all adds up to a feeling that could only be summarized by one word ... magic.

As I write about it now, I can't help but smile. I can still feel it ;o)

Shine II ~ The Recap, Chapter 2

2006-10-09T17:10:00.000-06:00

We began the next Disney day in Animal Kingdom ... with an awesome safari ...

... and enjoyed as much of this amazing park as we could, including terrific shows, lots of wildlife and nature education. Of course, we had plenty of time to visit with the animals, from crickets to sheep ...
That evening, the gang had a most eventful dinner at a restaurant in Disney's Polynesian Resort called O'hanas, where Andy and I were asked to be the "Honorary Limbo Pole Holders." When I accepted the position, however, I wasn't aware we'd be asked to lead a pseudo conga line to dance around the rather large and vivaciously crowded restaurant, but we were - and we did.
The entire family had a blast. Another unexpected bonus was that we were able to enjoy the Magic Kingdom fireworks, music included, from the restaurant's floor-to-ceiling windows. It was the perfect ending to a delightfully Disney day.

Shine II ~ The Recap

2006-10-07T20:42:00.000-06:00

My return to Houston was tearful. Leaving a beautiful vacation spot is always tough, but leaving our out-of-state family is downright depressing. Being with them is always so indescribably wonderful and always short-lived; however, we agreed that we will "Shine" again soon at a destination yet to be determined.

My recap of this trip must begin with the house:This was the 9,000 square foot mansion that was home to 16 of us for the week. In addition to 7 bedrooms, 9 bathrooms, and an enormous gameroom, we shared plenty of family time in our own in-home movie theater and relaxing by the 50-foot swimming pool over looking the lake behind the house.
I was a little concerned about the beautiful sweeping staircase at first sight, because I know how much we like to walk around the house in socks, and visions of ugly slips and falls filled my head. Fortunately, the home's 2nd staircase is carpeted!

We relaxed Saturday and Sunday and were ready to hit the Disney scene bright and early Monday morning. And what a Monday morning it was! To experience the Magic Kingdom when the park opens sheds an entirely new light on starting the day on a positive note! Broadway-styled dancing and singing followed by the grand entrance of your favorite characters rolling in on the train to join in on the incredibly happy, incredibly Disney "Good morning" musical performance ... all to commemorate opening the gate.

Our large group split up for the day, and Andy and I spent ours at Epcot. This stood as one of my favorite places on the planet since my first visit during high school. I was enthralled by the ability to walk from country to country and experience a taste of so many other cultures in so little time.
This time around, I wasn't quite as floored as I was as the wide-eyed teenager, but I still enjoyed it immensely. It's a beautiful place, and the attention to detail, right down to staffing each country with its natives, is very impressive.

The next Disney day was spent in Animal Kingdom, which turned out to be so much more than I ever expected! More on that later ... ;o)

Faith in Silence

2006-09-28T14:12:00.000-06:00

Yesterday afternoon, on my way to the Woodlands Black Belt Academy, I heard the KSBJ personalities discussing the funeral services of fallen HPD officer Rodney Johnson. One of the radio station's employees, Alicia Alaniz, is married to an HPD officer, so they, along with thousands of others, were gathered at Grace Community Church to pay their respects. Alicia shared a bit of the eulogy that really stayed with me that afternoon and well into the evening.

The reverend mentioned the classic divine inquiry “why do bad things happen to good people” referring to both the veteran officer’s death and the fact that he leaves behind 5 children and his wife. He reminded everyone that, while the purpose of personal tragedy is incomprehensible to us, God will allow things to happen according to His plan, for His own purposes. We can never forget that He’s here, loving us, even when we can’t feel His presence, and we and our circumstances, are always a part of His plan.

We all enter those troughs in our lives where one finds oneself questioning God and his purposes. We search within ourselves, we pray faithfully and earnestly for guidance, we look for … beg for answers … and receive nothing. And I look back on a time when that was me; I remember receiving no answers, feeling entirely alone despite the many people who physically surrounded me. And I see now that the period of “silence” was His answer. It was a very long and frustrating part of a much bigger answer. I came through that and other challenging times with the right perspective – one that would have been much different without the silence.

For any and all out there in search of answers, don’t give up. Keep praying, and listening, and in the seemingly deafening silence, know that He, too, is listening … and watching … and answering.

"Mommy, I can't sleep ..."

2006-09-28T12:17:00.000-06:00

Do you see that ticker in the right-hand column of this page? According to it (and IT doesn't lie) we have less than 2 days until check-in at the house in Florida.

...just thought I'd remind everone :o)

The Countdown

2006-09-19T13:59:00.000-06:00

Try as I may, concentrating on work has been quite difficult as our Shine II vacation draws near. I discussed this very topic last night with my wonderful bf, Andy, and he mentioned that my brother, Deo, was experiencing the same difficulty. Andy stated that one can avoid the distraction by simply not thinking about it. Well, perhaps I can blame my mental weakness on the fact that I don’t possess the Ninja mind-powers that 5th degree black belts utilize to block non-work dreamy thoughts of park-hopping across the Disney complex or relaxing in the Grand Master Suite of the unbelievably dreamy mansion that will serve as our home for seven days. I try to exercise my orange belt skills of focus and concentration to ward off pesky thoughts of The Magic Kingdom, but to no avail. It worked for a bit, amidst a brief run of in-depth banking issues, investment analysis, and loan documentation: I’m focusing, I’m working, I’m THERE, back in the mental trenches, then my BlackBerry starts vibrating – a pressing client issue? An urgent account-related fire to address?

No, it’s Bean.

“ONE WEEK AND FOUR DAYS!!!!,” she says.

… and instantly, my mind is Jello again.

GingerSnaps

2006-09-14T14:36:00.000-06:00

He plays with your Legos ...

He plays with your hair ...

He waits patiently while you put the games away ...

... and, whether it's a good chick-flick or "Ong Bak",
he loves to watch TV with you.

Now that's loyalty.

The Power of Presence

2006-09-11T19:49:00.000-06:00

Despite the fact that, since daybreak, I’ve been enveloped by tributes surrounding the most significant September 11th in history, I walked into a pretty hectic day, so I hadn’t given the tragedy its just contemplation until just now, about 3:00pm. Starting with the alarm clock waking me up with DJ commentaries on KSBJ, then walking passed all of the flat-panel televisions in the office, broadcasting tributes on CNN and CNBC, I had actually evaded this melancholy mood until it was presented to me - not by the media, but by my 11 o’clock appointment, Mr. J.

When Mr. J was rolled into our offices in his wheelchair by his brother, my first thought was that he was not quite what I had expected. I was told I would be meeting with a gentleman who required financial planning advice as he was embarking on retiring early from a large energy corporation for which he had been employed for over 30 years. I was also told that someone from his firm would be present to ensure that these complicated financial transactions would transpire smoothly for Mr. J.

I found THAT part, in itself, to be extremely suspicious. In my experience, the firm, especially the larger one, typically loses interest in an employee’s well-being when his employment approaches termination for whatever reason; hence the “golden parachutes” and other packages presented with glorified terminology to those about to retire to support the illusion that the firm really cares about an employee, grateful for his 30 years of service. Sadly, reality evinces that when someone is no longer useful and used, the firm no longer cares about him, he’s given a “package”, and then their tie to him is severed along with any obligation to care for or about him, which would surely be the case with Mr. J. Well, this pragmatic assumption, along with a few others, was proven to be sorely inaccurate.

The first, most obvious (and most embarrassing) incorrect assumption was Mr. J’s race. Prior to today, I’d met a dozen or so clients from this firm and others in its industry; all of them had been Caucasian. Furthermore, I’d considered that this prospect was coming off of thirty years with the firm, which puts the start of his career in the early seventies, amidst a corporate culture still learning how to use words like “diversity” and trying to get passed misinterpretations of terms like “affirmative action.” But Mr. J is not Caucasian, he is Black.

The second incorrect expectation was Mr. J himself – I was told he was elderly, disabled, and “not quite all there.” So I was expecting a tired, quiet, disinterested man. Mr. J is quite the opposite: witty, vibrant, and extremely humorous. Yes, occasionally we seemed to lose his interest (he simply seemed to “choose” to think about something else,) but he is undoubtedly a very sharp, highly intelligent man who cares very much about the people he loves.

This leads me to my third incorrect assumption … the motive of his employer. Admittedly, after seeing Mr. J arrive in the wheelchair, I immediately concluded that he must have been injured while working, forcing early retirement, and the firm most certainly sent their representative to ensure that Mr. J agreed to their settlement terms without hopes or aspirations of seeking punitive damages litigiously or by any other means. Perhaps this may have been the case with countless other firms across the country and their employees, past and present, but it definitely is NOT the case with Mr. J.

Just over two years ago, he suffered from a stroke which caused most of his impairments; the damage to his central nervous system was the most debilitating, and as a result, he is dependent upon on a wheelchair and someone to push it. His vision was also damaged severely, his speech is slightly slurred, and he experiences intermittent breaks in his thought processes, yet, despite these obstacles, Mr. J did not want to stop working. Having no wife and only one grown child, his work became his life, and his colleagues became his family. So, for as long as he wished and under the guidance of his physicians, the firm allowed him to do what he could around the office, allowing him to try to “feel normal” again. He was far less productive; in fact, he was assigned tasks that were simply “created” for him so that he could feel productive when he was no longer capable of completing the simpler routine tasks, yet his salary and benefits never changed.

But since the stroke, his condition has only worsened, his eyesight has diminished beyond legal blindness, and Mr. J was faced with the difficult decision to leave the job he loved and the company that loved him.

During our meeting, we learned that, over a span of over thirty years, Mr. J had created personal bonds and friendships with people both here and in Fort Worth, Texas, where his career with the firm began. Apparently the warm humor and sharp wit to which we were treated today was just a tiny glimpse of the larger-than-life personality that radiated from Mr. J to everyone he encountered throughout his career and his entire life. According to the firm’s representative, 2 years ago the news of Mr. J’s stroke spread like wildfire, and the firm was in awe as droves of people came into town to help their friend. Some stayed for the weekend, some stayed for weeks, but all came because they truly cared about him. The company still cares about him. And they sent someone here to meet with us today to ensure that we care about him too. After just an hour in his presence, we do.

Today, we caught a glimpse of this special person, and we have now been blessed with the privilege of becoming a part of the circle that surrounds Mr. J to care about him.

On a day like today, when we remember the Mr. J’s that we lost to terrorism five years ago, people who touched so many other people, who may have touched us, but who we didn’t really know … I can appreciate so much more the new lives that God brings into my own. Through them, I catch a glimpse of my purpose. The mere presence of certain people can evince that.

And on a day like today, I’m reminded of the people already in my life who continue to teach me and touch me with their very existence, and especially their presence. And, despite the occasional bumps in the road, I continue to thank God, with all of my heart, for this journey … this assignment … my purpose.

Post-Op

2006-09-09T11:17:00.000-06:00

Here's my tribute to our baby who, last Thursday, lost both his claws and his manhood all in one day. Overall, he's fine, although we can tell he's uncomfortable and sometimes in pain. However, his meds seem to be making him quite loopy. This morning I found him rolling around on his back in his litter box, pawing in the air at, well, nothing. And I tried to take a picture of that interesting "pain patch" stuck on his side, but he won't sit still.

So I'll just post more kitten-fishing photos ...

... he won't be doing THAT anymore ...

Hey Diego, YOU go ... but just while I lick this spot on my back ...

Okay, it's MY turn now!!

Come on! It's MY TURN!!!

FINE. I'll just watch TV ...

Fantasy Football 2006

2006-09-05T20:12:00.000-06:00

On Sunday, September 3rd, I participated in the online draft of our fantasy football league, "SonAartee06," while completely emersed in a fun and kinda crazy Labor Day get-together right here at our house! And, because we seem to be celebrating something every Sunday, we had the pleasure of ringing in year number five for our very own, total genius, ever-beloved, one-of-a-kind, they-broke-the-mold-when-they-created ... FISH!

As for our Labor Day celebration, once again we had a house full of people, more food than even our crowd of 20-something could completely consume, and plenty of fun and games including Mahjong 'til almost 2:00AM.

Needless to say, we thoroughly enjoyed our day off the next day with nothing to do but go to the movies to watch "Invincible," which, for any and all football fans, is a must see. Even for the non pigskin junkies, this true story delivers an inspiring example of fiery persistence, determination, and the importance of deeply rooted bonds between friends and families. It's still the number one movie in America, and after seeing it yesterday, I can certainly see why.

And speaking of pigskin, for those of you who are as fanatical about fantasy football as I am, you'll appreciate this post of my official 2006 roster! Feel free to share your opinions on my picks. I'm always content to agree or agree to disagree ;o)

Presenting The MickeyMiss Club 2006:

STARTING LINE-UP
Quarterback: Carson Palmer, Cincinnati Bengals
Runningback: Edgerrin James, Arizona Cardinals
Runningback: LaMont Jordan, Oakland Raiders
Wide Receiver: Randy Moss, Oakland Raiders
Wide Receiver: TJ Houshmandzadeh, Cincinnati Bengals
Wide Receiver: Andre Johnson, Houston Texans
Tight End: Antonio Gates, San Diego Chargers
Kicker: Adam Vinatieri, Indianapolis Colts
Defense: Chicago Bears

This year, for the first time, I've included a Houston Texan on my team ... I can't wait for the season to start on Thursday ... not to mention the most important season opener, THIS SUNDAY, our own Houston Texans take on Papale's Philadelphia Eagles right here in H-Town. Let's all cross our fingers (and everything else we can cross without hurting ourselves - we're gonna need it!)

GO TEXANS!!!

Child Safety in The Woodlands

2006-08-27T23:33:00.000-06:00

For anyone out there in The Woodlands and surrounding areas who have children that are at least 4 years old, or if you know someone with children 4 years old and up, I would personally like to urge you take the kids to the free Safety N.E.T. Kids workshop next Saturday afternoon.

Many people are under the false impression that bad things only happen to other people ... and many more simply assume that heinous crimes involving children occur everywhere outside of lovely communities like The Woodlands. Well, as the recent MySpace-related sting operation in Shenandoah revealed, this ugliness exists right in the middle of the precious safety of our beautiful neighborhoods. Predators aren't just lurking in dark alleys, they're in grocery stores, schools, and even churches. Parents should never take lightly the seriousness and reality of this danger - they should proactively address it with their children, head-on. The Safety N.E.T. Kids program helps parents and their children do just that.

"The Safety NET Kids child safety programs are the only child safety videos endorsed by Code Amber, child psychologists, law enforcment and child safety advocates from all over the country! Safety N.E.T. Kids’ mission is to raise the awareness level of your child in the areas of child sexual abuse prevention and child abduction prevention, to teach your child how to respond if they are touched inappropriately or if someone attempts to abduct them." --http://www.safetynetkids.com/

So take your kids and your friends with kids to this special presentation of Safety N.E.T Kids on Saturday, September 2nd, at 1:00pm at The Woodlands Black Belt Academy, located in the Grogans Village Shopping Center. Again, this class is FREE. If you would like more information, feel free to use the "comments" link below.

When it comes to the safety and well-being of children, there really is no such thing as being too careful, being overly prepared, or knowing too much ;o)

Baby Pictures

2006-08-23T19:37:00.000-06:00

We have decided that Ginger must be the happiest kitten in the world.
He's definitely the cutest.

...and (according to Andy) ferocious.
Isn't that obvious?

Tis the Season

2006-08-21T18:12:00.000-06:00

I realize that, geographically, I am amidst the hottest weather of the year; however, in my own mind, mid-August tends to evoke a child-like giddiness as I anticipate the rest of the year. With regards to seasons, my favorite is, hands-down, autumn. Again, geographically, I'm shunned from the true magnificence of autumn's beauty, but even though I can't see the leaves changing, I can still smell the season. Then again, perhaps another reason I favor autumn is that it signals the coming of everything else: football season, my favorite holiday, Thanksgiving (always so much to be thankful for,) followed by my favorite "time" of year, Christmas.

Of course, this year, so much more activity precedes the holidays beginning with a long Labor Day weekend, hopefully shared with our wonderful friends. Next we'll have the oh-so-important start of the 2006 NFL season with the Houston Texans kicking off their regular season against Donovan McNabb and the Philadelphia Eagles on Sunday, September 10th! And then, of course, we will end the month with the Mac daddy of upcoming events, Shine II., easily the most anticipated vacation in this generation of family's history. And, following the Orlando trip, one of our favorite bands, Salvador, is coming to Houston; ~A and I are already looking forward to seeing them in concert for the first time.

But, these days, I’m just longing for the cool weather … and I’m longing for a big Texans win on the 10th ... and I'm longing for September 30^th to get here sooner … and I’m longing for the smell of autumn …

Until then, it’s our weekends (and Sundays with the family) that make these seemingly endless weeks in this sweltering heat a bit more bearable ;o)

August Birthdays and More

2006-08-14T20:50:00.000-06:00

So I forgot to take pictures yesterday to commemorate our Sunday version of two extremely important birthdays: my sisters! Yes, K and SuperChef M were both born at the beginning of August, along with my cat Amelie who celebrated her first birthday on the 7th! Of course, I do have a picture of her, pictured here with her nephew and new sparring partner, Ginger ;o)

And instead of pictures of my sisters, I am able to post a picture of the birthday cake we presented to them: the magnificent, glorious, to-die-for-decadent Godiva Chocolate Cheesecake from the Cheesecake Factory! I'm a white chocolate fan, myself, and even I couldn't help but acknowledge this dessert's splendor. Only the best for my two chocolate-loving sisters!

On a sidenote, this weekend we were graced with the presence of my most favorite Godson, Foo! Even though we continued with our traditional Sunday breakfast of McGriddles, Foo still made us pancakes ... for lunch. It was delicious. Thanks Foo!

And since everyone keeps asking for more pictures, here you go:

Here's Lem kitten-fishing ...

And I'll leave you with this fabulous picture of my neices and nephews, pictured here on the day of Bernard's "almost adoption."

Have a wonderful week!

A New Beginning

2006-08-06T22:27:00.000-06:00

The very first AMAI black belt testing at The Woodlands Black Belt Academy was a tremendous success ... in more ways than one. The kids were fantastic. Bean, Foo, and Lem all broke their boards and performed their forms beautifully. The girls passed their midterms, and Foo is now a 2nd degree black belt. But the big news is, K and I are now orange belts! Yes, after two years of holding the record for "time as a white belt," K has now walked away from white forever! *applause* And I survived my first testing. It was actually quite exciting and a whole lot of fun. The sense of unity amongst all of the students filled the air as we cheered each other on with each testing activity, from the Tiny Tigers on up to the new 3rd degree black belts. The encouragement and support of one another carried us from a great testing into an amazing Black Belt Ceremony.

Again, this was an AMAI first at this school, and it couldn't have been more extraordinary and significant. We were honored to have both of the Master B's present (at the testing and the ceremony,) and the five honorees performed their roles in the ceremony like seasoned black belts. The four families represented all shared tearful words of praise for the accomplishments of their new black belts who, in turn, shared tearful words of thanks to their families and friends for support; and all expressed deep and truly heartfelt words of appreciation to their instructor, Mr. M (aka ~A, my wonderful BF.) To say that the moment was special is a tremendous understatement; the magic in those moments was inexplicable.

Following the ceremony, the warm sentiments continued through to dinner, where all thirty of us fit cozily in a semi-private room at the restaurant. Actually, the tight quarters added to the feeling that ~A mentioned to me during dinner, while pausing to observe the others around us: the feeling was "family." In retrospect, it did feel like a holiday dinner, with three long dining tables, filled with kids and adults alike, in a room full of cheerful chatter and laughter. It was quite an appropriate ending to an evening that undoubtedly represents a new beginning.

Wrapping Up the Week

2006-08-03T21:21:00.000-06:00

The last of the adoptees left the nest yesterday. Diego, our Ginger's twin brother, went home to a nice family with two little girls. Their mother sent ~A an e-mail late last night, thankful for the adorable kitten and reporting that he was, at that moment, sound asleep in bed with his new owner.

This evening, my friend KB and I attended a Reliant Stadium "Club Tasting Event" for Houston Texans season ticket holders who have seats in the club section. Returning to the stadium, I was giddy with excitement as football season is right around the corner! We had a chance to sample and critique food from the different menus within the club. It was great to be back in the most fabulous sports facility in America! Oh, and after 4 years of on and off searching, we finally found my name on the PSL monument - Panel 2, Row 71, Column 13 thank you very much!

Our weekend at a glance looks to be equally as thrilling as finding my name (among literally thousands, soooooo like the needle in the haystack) etched permanently at the stadium. Friday night, we have the pleasure of watching the Broadway Musical version of The Lion King. For those of you who have yet to witness this spectacular production, it's a truly magnificent musical experience, chock full of Disney Magic. In addition to being one of my all-time favorite Broadway-style musicals, this will be ~A's first.

And the following day I will be partaking in my very first Taekwondo testing! K and I (along with our pal MW) will be testing for our orange belts. For those unfamiliar, it's the second from the bottom of the ranks ;o) And in the evening, my beautiful and talented neices will be honored at their Black Belt ceremony.

So this week, we emptied our nest of kittens, and officially added one to our own little family - Ginger. This little purring machine is currently on my lap, digging his claws into my legs with that "kneading" thing that content kittens do. It's both adorable and excrutiating.

And life goes on ...

Good-bye Vole and Bernard

2006-08-01T08:30:00.000-06:00

So two more grand-kittens left the nest yesterday, Bernard and my sweet, precious, little Vole. Fortunately, they both went to the same home, a newlywed couple living in the Heights. When I told their new mommy of my fear that any of the kittens might be adopted by farmers looking for working cats to catch field mice, she assured me that these two would grow to become "spoiled city cats." We are very pleased ;o)

Ahhhh Vole, I miss you already ...

Farewell Sophie

2006-07-26T20:15:00.000-06:00

Today, we sent off the first of the kitten adoptees. For the first 5 or 6 weeks of her life, we referred to Sophie as "Little Amelie" because she was the only one of the five who had Amelie's tri-colored calico markings. When her new owner officially made the decision to lay claim to her, Little Amelie became Sophie. She is certain to grow to become just as spoiled, if not more so, than her Aunt Amelie.

I'm so happy that sweet Sophie's new home happens to be that of one of my nearest and dearest friends, TS. She's put so much into this "adoption" that K and I thought she should have a baby shower. However, we've nothing left with which to shower the little one, for her new mommy had already spent a small fortune ensuring that this furry friend would never go without. Anything.

By the way, TS is somewhat of a gourmet who, like many in my family, really appreciate the Food Network - I guess Sophie got wind of this and started brushing up on her culinary skills.

Although we will miss her terribly, we're thrilled that we have been allowed unlimited visitation rights. That's right, TS, I said unlimited ;o)

A Day in the Park

2006-07-23T21:43:00.000-06:00

This past Saturday we spent most of the day at North Shore Park in The Woodlands for the American Martial Arts Institute (AMAI) Leadership Training. Approximately 50 students and instructors (including my nieces Bean and Lem, my nephew Foo, and my wonderful BF ~A) representing 5 AMAI schools from within and around the Houston area enjoyed intense Tae Kwon Do training as well as fellowship, camaraderie, and lots of fun in the blazing sun!

Just a bit of background for those unfamiliar, each school has a Leadership Team, which is comprised of students who wish to become instructors. In addition to their standard rank-based curriculum training, these dedicated students receive additional training including leadership skills, enhanced curriculum and weapons training, and everything necessary to develop first-rate future leaders/instructors.

Here we have Ry demonstrating his finely honed skills at brown-nosing his mentor :o)

Although the scorching temperatures loomed in the mid-nineties, most of the training occurred beneath the shade of the pavilions, and when the troop did require the expanse of the open park, they were blessed with overcast skies and a bit of a breeze. And at the end of the training day, the skies darkened, the winds blew, and, just as everyone prepared to pack up for the day, the rain came. How nice of God to hold off on the rain until we were ready to leave … thank heaven for small favors ;o)

Feline Psychology

2006-07-19T09:45:00.000-06:00

Here, Amelie exhibits her superiority complex by looking down upon us from above as we sit in the living room below watching TV.

Sometimes I just have to laugh at her moodiness. On Sunday evenings, the "house-full-of-family" seems to make her edgy, so she hisses and growls at everyone, including me. She has no intentions of actually hurting anybody; in fact, anyone can attempt to pick her up or pet her in this irritable state. She only verbally expresses her displeasure with the disruption, then runs off to hide. And, at the end of the evening, when everyone has left, she instantly transforms into the normal Amelie - the affectionate lap-cat, starving for attention.

Hmmm. I wonder what she would say if she had her own blog ...

Happy Birthday KSBJ!

2006-07-16T11:46:00.000-06:00

Last night, we attended KSBJ's 24th anniversary concert, featuring the News boys! Because the show was scheduled to start at 4pm, we'd all planned to meet at the front gate at a little after 3:30; however, due to some miscommunications around the ticket logistics, ~A and I actually didn't enter the gates of the Pavillion until about 5:30! That 2 hour delay was actually a blessing in disguise because we spent it under a shady clump of trees, and my brothers spent those 2 hours saving spots on the lawn, directly under the mercilessly blazing sun in temperatures hovering around 94 degrees farenheit (thanks guys!)

We missed the first acts, but caught a glimpse of Caedmon's Call, Building 429, Sonicflood, and Brian Litrell who, as a member of the Backstreet Boys, entertained us (well, Me and Bean,) with a few bars of Backtreet Boys material. Highlights for me up to this point? The percussion jam at the end of Caedmon’s Call’s performance, learning how to play a Dominoes game called Moon, and the flashback to the songs of one of my favorite Pop boybands.

And after a 20-minute intermission, the real show began. The Newsboys definitely delivered with brawny renditions of some of our favorites including, “It is You” and, of course, the song that has become the theme song for our family vacations, “Shine.” Add to the heart-pounding music lead singer Peter Furler’s deeply moving commentaries, guitarist Paul Colman’s impression of Bob Dylan, the amazing vocal talents (and hair) of bassist, Phil Joel, top it all off with Duncan Philips playing the drums on a platform that rises, spins, turns on its side while he continues to hammer on without missing a beat, and you’ve got one pretty fantastic show.

I’m always amazed, awed, and even touched when I attend these Christian rock concerts. The music is just as loud, the throbbing beats are just as danceable, but the “oneness” in the venue is unique to this kind of genre. And it’s real. The only way to really enhance this kind of experience on its own is to experience it with a large group of people you love - family and friends - the way we did. It was a good night, indeed :o)

Kitten Banter

2006-07-13T11:18:00.000-06:00

Bernard: "Hey Ginger! The fights are on!"

Bernard: "Get 'em! Hook 'em with the right!"

Ginger: "I don't THINK so! Take him DOWN!"

Ginger: "Knocked out! Sweeeeeeeeeeet!"

And this is our proof that these are truly Mr. M's kittens ... and why Ginger is his favorite ;o)

Picture Pause!

2006-07-11T15:09:00.000-06:00

Let's pause, briefly, and take a break from the more serious dissertations ...

"Baby Magic"

I was feeling pretty blue, and ~A was doing his best to cheer me up when he spotted K in the church foyer holding Baby Boo. Since nothing else seemed to be working, he turned to me and said, "hold the baby." I didn't feel up to it but approached said baby who had been eyeing us intuitively from across the room with those peculiar blue eyes. No words were necessary as K immediately placed Boo in my arms. He gazed into my eyes, and, without looking away for even a second, he slowly grabbed a fistful of my hair and put it in his mouth. The thought of having hair in my mouth was a little unsettling, but Boo's happy cooing indicated his pleasure with both having my hair in his mouth and the fact that I was grossed-out by it. Instantly the world was a happy place again.

December 2005 - here, my Godson, Foo, presents me with the ultimate birthday wish ... one painstakingly fashioned from Play-doh.

And finally ...

Ryannalin [rI-‘a-n&-lin] n: contrivance resulting from the coadunation of three species: mouse, bean, and the elusive big mama. The abbreviation emanates from the fact that one of the three was rarely mentioned in the same sentence without the other, and the task of simple conversation became arduous. Reports of sightings documented at the lake, the Black Belt Academy, and parks within close proximity to outdoor country music venues.

Serenity

2006-07-10T09:28:00.000-06:00

This beautiful photograph, "Serenity" was taken by my friend, AW, whose own post entitled, "Healing," coincides with that word and this picture quite appropriately. These waters flow, twisting and turning at each stone, within every jagged crevice ... and while the overall landscape is one of relaxed serenity, a closer look evinces the true chaotic nature of the stream as its waters strike the edges of the characteristically rugged terrain, splashing down to the next plateau within its path, its destiny. This is not unlike our own journeys, twisting and turning, sometimes violently so, eventually finding the inevitable peace that awaits us in the stillness of the lake that is His love. Serenity awaits you, AW.

Timeout

2006-07-06T14:22:00.000-06:00

This week we entered 3rd Quarter at work, things were pretty hectic and, needless to say, I could definitely use a reprieve from all the action. Fortunately for me, my wonderful BF has planned what is sure to be an enjoyable weekend, beginning tomorrow evening. My after-work Friday will begin with wine and dinner to be prepared by ~A, himself. I'm told we'll be dining alfresco, and the menu features my all-time favorite entree, the ribeye.

Hmmmmmm, I wonder what that would taste like with bacon ...

I'm hoping that later in the evening, we'll get a chance to watch End of the Spear, a film that we both found to be incredibly powerful and moving. But I'm not in charge of the plan, so I'll just have to wait and see ...

Now ~A actually planned our Saturday a couple of weeks ago, when we caught a glimpse of the Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest preview. Per his plan, we will be spending the afternoon with the family (because we just can't seem to get enough of them) watching the first pirates movie, Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl, then the entire clan will head over to Market Street to watch the sequel.

Alas, leaving the office on Friday will literally be transforming: I will have the pleasure of going from a whirlwind of financial discussions, boardroom meetings, and a relentlessly overzealous BlackBerry to red wine, red meat, the witty antics of Jack Sparrow, and a handsome date … what more could a girl ask for ;o)

Midterm Exam

2006-07-05T10:25:00.000-06:00

What do you really believe?

This morning, I started my day in the office like most others, reviewing my calendar, previous day’s tasks, planning the rest of my day. Because I work in the financial industry, our firm keeps us updated with breaking news that might affect the stock market or even our clients’ views of situations with regards to their investments. We’re expected to read and analyze the information while anticipating reactions to prepare for client inquiries or concerns; however, his morning’s news article prompted a different thought process. Instead of looking at the article from a financial perspective and how it would affect my clients, I looked at it from a personal, even spiritual one and how we are all affected.

The article I’m referring to announced the death of Ken Lay, founder of Enron and notorious for much more beyond his duties as chairman of the oil and gas company. Most are familiar with the gist of the situation, including the fact that Mr. Lay was recently convicted of defrauding investors as well as his own employees, in addition to the bank fraud convictions related to his personal finances. What some might not know is that his father was a minister. And why is that so important? Well, I found myself wondering, was he taught the lessons of Jesus, our debt to Him and our duty to serve? Did he actually believe in the existence of heaven and hell?

Something else that seems to surface in the news quite often are the Lays’ pleads for “mercy” with regards to their assets being seized, including reports of Mrs. Lay in tears over being forced to downsize from the multi-million dollar mansion to something less extravagant (a home reportedly valued in the area of a mere $750,000.00.) And, when questioned about the $200,000.00 yacht Mr. Lay purchased as a birthday present for his wife, he stated, “it was difficult to turn off that lifestyle like a spigot." At least he was honest about that. So again, I have to ask, did he believe in the existence of an afterlife, and the fact that this life was a very temporary existence in which we are only preparing for eternity?

As Christians, we believe that Jesus died for us, and that we are saved by grace to serve Him. We also believe that this life is temporary, and we are truly serving in preparation for living eternally in heaven. The bible says, “The world and its desires pass away, but the man who does the will of God lives forever.” (1 John 2:17) We’re supposed to believe this. We’re supposed to live by it – but do we?

Yes, we are only human beings who constantly struggle with ignoring the temptations of this world, but as Christians, we are obligated to remember that which we proclaim to be true – we have to remember that every single moment of the day – that “life on earth is a test, a trust, and a temporary assignment.” (Rick Warren, The Purpose Driven Life) Our beliefs dictate that right now, Mr. Lay is sitting before our Creator, reviewing his “test,” which he had been taking all of his life and which will probably not include a measure of his financial balance sheet or asset portfolio.

But in fact only he and He will know the results of that final exam …

And how are we doing with our own tests?

Shine II

2006-06-30T21:57:00.000-06:00

An event that is truly near and dear to me, significant in so many ways: “Shine II,” our mega family vacation, begins in exactly 3 months!

One reason for this vacation's significance is that this will be the very first time, since my siblings and I were children, that we will take an "on location" vacation with our extended family in Michigan. As children, we spent many vacations with these particular cousins, either the Texans going to Michigan or vice versa, and they grew to be more like our own sisters. Their parents are Godparents to some of us, and I actually spent all four of my high school years living with them in Livonia as one of their own … and they always made sure I felt that way. So this fall, we will be reunited with most of that crew (sans cousin Chte and her husband, T - we'll miss you guys) in Orlando, Florida!

Another point of significance is that we (the adults in the bunch) have all been to The Magic Kingdom; however, the beautiful miracles that are my nieces and nephews from all participating states have NOT yet had the pleasure of shaking Mickey’s hand or experiencing the everlasting ( … seemingly neverending … eventually annoying) effects of “It’s a Small World.” Many of us associate wonderfully magical childhood memories with our very first trip to Disneyworld – and this will be theirs.

On a more personal and individual note, this vacation is meaningful because I will have the pleasure of sharing my family, in mega-concentrated form, with a very special person, ~A (aka MrM). The words, “Magic Kingdom” will have a whole new meaning for us as we are able to experience it together, creating new wonderful and magical memories of our own.

And finally, why “Shine II?” Because last year, we had “Shine.” :o)

The Spoiled Cat

2006-06-29T09:11:00.000-06:00

The heading of this blog refers to a spoiled cat ... well, this is our resident princess named Amelie, after the sweet, pretty heroine in the French film of the same name. However, unlike Amelie in the movie, our Amelie is not apt to be so kind and considerate of others. She would definitely not receive any "works and plays well with others" commendations ... unless you're a bug who found your way in through the back door, or a small shiny object she found on the counter, or a missing boardgame piece, or, on a sunny day, airborn lint ...

Yes, I am to blame for the spoiling of Amelie, but can you blame me? I mean, look at this face!
Soon I will be posting photos of her adorable nieces and nephews. These five cutie pies are just about five weeks old, hilariously rambunctious, and already extremely affectionate. Anyone who enters "the kitten room" is immediately welcomed warmly by a swarm of meowing little ones. So if anyone in The Woodlands vicinity is in search of one of the absolute cutest, most loving kittens on the planet, stay tuned ...

Any Given Sunday

2006-06-27T20:21:00.000-06:00

Around here, we cherish our Sunday traditions. Most Sundays begin and end quite the same, starting with McGriddles, introduced to me by my niece, Bean. Of course, to the Sausage Egg & Cheese version, we add bacon. Why, you ask? Because

Everything.

After breakfast, we relax a bit before heading to the grocery store to shop for dinner. Now this is no small feat as we will be preparing dinner for a crowd of 16 ... or 26, depending on the occasion! Yes, every Sunday evening after church, the family (16) and sometimes some friends (+ 10 = 26) come over for dinner and either movies or games, including:

Mahjong

We often joke about the fact that we seem to be celebrating something, sometimes several things, every Sunday evening: birthdays, anniversaries, graduations, 1st communions ... and so on. This past Sunday, we celebrated Bean's birthday. Her third and final celebration of the week, I believe. Yes, we are incredibly blessed, and Sunday, the day of our Lord, is the perfect day to express our gratitude to Him for our fantastic family, wonderful friends, and, of course, our Sunday traditions.

My first blog post!

2006-06-26T10:10:00.000-06:00

I’ve contemplated the topic of this post – what exactly it would be - for a few days now. I wanted it to be simple, yet significant, and something that can be taken and digested by all. Well, last night Mom and Dad shared a news story with us about a young Houston couple who recently lost their lives in a carjacking, and it prompted this reminder:

Picture the faces of those closest to you, those most significant, and relish the thought of enjoying their presence – how lucky do you feel having that person or those people in your life? For me, the mere thought of these special people brings a sense of warmth and a feeling of being truly blessed. So back to you … are you picturing those faces? Of those significant people, picture someone who is, at this very moment, not currently in your presence – how blessed do you feel, knowing that you’ll be seeing that face again later, enjoying their embrace, their smile, merely their company?

Now imagine that, in an instant, life takes an unexpected abrupt turn, and you learn that person was taken from this life … from yours … and in a flash, the moment of seeing them again that you just eagerly anticipated is no longer coming.

So, what were the last words you spoke to each other, the last feelings you exchanged, the emotions within the very last moment you shared?

So many people who’ve suddenly and unexpectedly lost loved ones are haunted by the inability to go back in time to change those moments. They longingly yearn to recreate those final seconds, for the ability to make them meaningful and significant. Quite often we forget that we actually have that ability – every day, every time we part from one another.

Cherish the ones you love ... exercise your ability to create meaningful and significant moments ;o)