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We played this at the memorial service. Patsy Cline was a favorite of mom's and she could sing just like her.

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I had to mention this one because it's just so funny. My dad has recently become very concerned and interested in my future with Roger, a couple of days ago he asked
"Is he a chicken or a pig?"
At first I was shocked and couldn't believe that my dad wanted me to place R in one of the categories as though it was just a black and white subject with no in between or "it's complicated."
He started to explain that it really was that simple and this can be applied to most aspects in life. It's helping me understand why I succeed at some things and not at others, and why sometimes I feel more of a sense of pride in failures than I do in successes. It’s all about commitment. It’s about doing the best you can whatever the circumstances. It’s about leaving it all out on the battlefield, playing field, crop field, field of dreams, etc. In the past, I had often confused my involvement with things and people with a commitment to them. But Dad’s insight let me know the difference. He said:
“The difference between commitment and involvement is like a ham and egg breakfast. The chicken was involved, but the pig was committed.”

For some of you, I have to ask you to look past your hatred of all things swine-related to see the analogy. Many people believe they are committed to something or someone because of intense or long-term involvement or feeeling. But just like this analogy, they have the ability to walk away from the situation. The chicken can stay up all night giving eggs, and give the best eggs anyone has ever eaten… but it can walk out of the house the same way it walked in. The pig, on the other hand, sacrificed everything it had to make the breakfast work. Even if the pig was still alive, it’s commitment to making breakfast work would have meant it could have walked away… but it would never have been the same. It sacrificed past the level of it’s own comfort.

In my confused state this week, I told Roger about the conversation i had with my dad and that it's basically a southern traditionalists way of asking "what are your intentions for my daughter?".
As soon as I told R, I wanted to take it back fearing that it was too much to put on the table.
Much to my relief, he told me exactly what his plans are and now every once in a while he does a little snorting sound for me.


This one is so cool!

not again!!!!!
sick so soon, seriously?
I was supposed to get my tonsils removed this thursday. I had to cancel because I don't have any more days off for the rest of the year. UUUUUgh.

The moment you have in your heart this extraordinary thing called love and feel the depth, the delight, the ecstasy of it, you will discover that for you the world is transformed.

-Jiddu Krishnamurti

Is officially 'in a relationship'. Haha. My dad will be pleased that roger is making me an honest woman, at least as far as facebook is concerned. However, this is officially our last sunday in his houston apt. He leaves next sunday for home then to lyon france to start the new project. Yesterday we bought french lessons on cds to help me get started. Its a long shot but i don´t want anything more in the world than to go with him. Plus, my mom LOVED him and told me she wanted him as a son-in-law. stay tuned because maybe i will find out what Carla Bruni was singing about after all. see blog from September 9th...

I just looked up the translation:
English


Quelqu’un M’a Dit

Someone told me that our lives aren't a big thing(*guess it means something important)

They pass on the instant as discolour roses

Someone told me that the time that pass is a bastard

that is making topcoats from our grief

However someone said to me...



Refrain



Who do you still love,

This is someone that've told me that you still love me.

Is it possible then?



Someone told me that the destiny is scoffing at us

dont't give us anything and that promise us everything

Appear that the happiness is only for the reach hands

Then they tighten the hand and find themselves crazy

But someone have told me...



Refrain



But who can tell me that today you are loving me?

I don't remember more it was late in the night,

I'm still hearing the voice, but I don't see anymore the ?points?

"He loves you, it's a secret, don't tell him that I tell you"

You see, someone told me...



Who do you still love, he really told me...

Who do you still love, is it possible then?

Don't grieve for me,

for now I'm free

I'm following the path

God laid for me.

I took His hand when

I heard His call

I turned my back and left it all.

I could not stay another day,

to laugh, to love, to work or pray.

Tasks left undone

must stay that way,

I found that peace at

the close of day.

If my parting has left a void,

Then fill it with remembered joy.

Perhaps my time has

seemed all too brief,

Don't lenghten it now

with undue grief.

Lift up your hearts,

and share with me

God wanted me now,

He set me Free.

My mom passed at 310 today. Doesnt seem real.

another one

Heard this one at dinner last night with Roger. Havent' heard this in such a long time and it became one of my favorites bands when I saw them live in San Diego. Thinking back I was so down and out back then. I didn't want to leave but I knew I couldn't stay. The words make so much more sense now.


Turns out I did have to get out of California to take off to Spain.
I think things turned out all right. =)

everything is borrowed

I'm laying here. Another exhausting and frustrating day at the hospital. My mom doesn't seem to be making any progress. We haven't had a real conversation since before Christmas. She can't even get my name right. Wish her pain would go away.

Roger continues to amaze me. Every night he's either insisted on coming with me to the hospital to see her where he waits in the hospital lobby until I'm done, or drives the hour up to the Woodlands to sit and talk with me after he gets off work and drives back to town late at night. He's everything and more than i could ever asked for in a friend. In fact, all the things i have been hoping and wishing for over the past few years have been packaged up and with extra special additions in this one person. Makes me wonder if God really does exist and has been watching over me all this time. everything up to this point has been practice and preparation.

this is a pretty amazing.

Someone introduced me to this group called The Streets while on a busride to Edinburgh Scotland nearly two years ago this month. Their songs are nothing short of inspirational and focus on giving hope to people in despair.

My 2nd night in Barcelona, the 31th of december, I sat down to have dinner with Roger's mom, dad, sisters, and their friends for a New Year's Eve feast. Mariona, the younger of the three siblings, who is just one year younger than me, brings me a small box wrapped in Christmas paper. I can't believe that they thought of giving me a gift before i even arrived. How sweet is that!

As I unwrapped the present I find that  it's a brown cardboard box and on each of the sides are the words: "1,000,000 Cuddles" in english, and in Spanish "1,000,000 Mimos". Except for one side that has verses written on it,again in Spanish, then Catalan, and finally in English. It reads:

"I came to this world with nothing. I will leave with nothing but love. Everything Else is Just Borrowed" -

This box is not empty. It might seem to be, but it's not. This box is full of Love. It's certainly hard to see it, but this is because Love is not to be seen. It is to be Given.

This took my breath away because what are the chances that this song would come back to me nearly two years later in such a great way.  As I open the box there is a small folded piece of paper that has the verse written again. On the back side it adds:

Tiny Things are worth a lot. Kisses, hugs, and acts of kindness aer ways of showing our affection and affect to others. They are expressions that here and ow are worth so much because they can help sick children from all over the world get the treatment they need, and which might not be available wherever they are. Thanks for showing your love. Program Cuidam del Hospital San Joan de Deu. www. cuidam.org.

My eyes are starting to well up with tears, then Mariona explains that the fiance of Laia (the oldest sister) works in a hospital and this was a promotion to raise money for fighting leukemia, specifically children fighting the disease. How could they have known that my mom was suffering from the same ailment?

The world works in mysterious ways.

Its all setting in now. There is no that can describe this feeling of worry, sadness and fear.

Don't think she's going to pull through, they just moved her to ICU.
What am i going to do?

I've been mentally preparing myself for this for a long time and the last 5 days have been terrible. Wishing I could take pain away from someone else and taking care of her probably like she took care of me when I couldn't do it myself. Circle of life I suppose.

Waiting for roger in the airport. Unfortunately homeland security is taking their sweet time and an hour after his flight landed i caved and bought my second starbucks of the day. Sure beats sittin in the hospital. After spending the night watching after my mom and only sleeping a total of two hours im ready for an afternoon nap and a bit of good news from the doctors.

to france or not to france?

THESE WORDS

Strep again! 4th time in three months,

20 hours later...

The saying "Getting there is half the fun" became obsolete with the advent of commercial airlines.

-Henry J. Tillman

and i'm finally back on the gulf coast in my own cold bed. work in 8 hrs, ugh.

Wish i was still there.

song of the day:
my girl lyke li


it's a new year with a New blog about all my adventures on its way very soon..... bona nit!

stuck

.....in frankfurt, this blows. torture in fact because all i want to do is sleep but i cant risk almost missing another flight because of passing out in the seats. anywho, back to my chair and off the internet kiosk