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A letter to my son, JP . . .

I’m suppose to write at least a one-page letter to JP (J. . . hope you’re not visiting mommy’s blog) by February 14. His senior class will be going on a spiritual retreat at the end of February; the letter will be given to him and part of the letter will be read and shared by his fellow classmates. So, the question is . . . where do I begin? I love to write but I’m having difficulties trying to put my thoughts on paper. Well, being the queen procrastinator that I am, I’m sure when given the shove, I’ll be able to do it the night before. However, on the other hand, I think I will start soon that way I can take my time and gather all my thoughts. The hubs will have to work on this with me as well. Well, it’s off to bed I go . . . time to turn off this lap top and hit the sack. Good night . . . .

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I’ve learned that, regardless of your relationship with your parents, you’ll miss them when they’re gone from your life. I’ve learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.

I’ve learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you. But, if you focus on your family, your friends, the needs of others, your work and doing the very best you can, happiness will find you.

I’ve learned that children’s eyes observe more than there ears ever hear and the example we set for them determines their actions.

I’ve learned that make a “living” is not the same thing as making a “life”.

I’ve learned that every day, you should reach out and touch someone. People love that human touch — holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.

I’ve learned that people will forget what you said …people will forget what you did……but people will never forget how you made them feel.

I’ve learned that life is about people and making a positive difference.

I’ve learned that you should take care of yourself and those you love – Today and Everyday!

I’ve learned I still have a lot to learn! (author unknown)

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I guarantee you will remember the tale of the Wooden Bowl tomorrow, a week from now, a month from now, a year from now.  This beautiful story below was sent to me via email from my cousin, Ate Lita (Dad’s side).  I hope it touches your heart just like it has touched mine.

A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year -old grandson. The old man’s hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered. The family ate together at the table. But the elderly grandfather’s shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth. The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess. “We must do something about father,” said the son. “I’ve had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor.” So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner. Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl. wooden_bowl_400.jpgWhen the family glanced in Grandfather’s direction, sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food. The four-year-old watched it all in silence. One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He asked the child sweetly, “What are you making?” Just as sweetly, the boy responded, “Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up. ” The four-year-old smiled and went back to work. The words so struck the parents so that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done. That evening the husband took Grandfather’s hand and gently led him back to the family table. For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.
Children are remarkably perceptive. Their eyes ever observe, their ears ever listen, and their minds ever process the messages they absorb. If they see us patiently provide a happy home atmosphere for family members, they will imitate that attitude for the rest of their lives. The wise parent realizes that every day that building blocks are being laid for the child’s future.

 

 

 

 

 

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It was a gloomy Saturday although it didn’t rain, only a few drizzles here and there. Early morning, the hubs, Toby and I did our “walk” at the lake but this time we started near the Farmer’s Market. We got a brioche and coffee and headed misc-112.jpgtowards the lake. We didn’t go around the entire lake because we weren’t sure whether or not we were going to get rained on. On our way to the lake, we passed by this park where my parents used to take my bro and I when we were little . . . we had called it the “flying saucer” park because at one time they had one of those flying saucer play structure. Of course it’s been eons ago (like 35 plus years ago) so I was somewhat sad that it was no longer there, but instead they had this play structure to resemble being on the “moon.” Well, at least the “theme” was somewhat kept.” Another “place” that is no longer was this fast food called “Kwik Way.” We had past by it on our stroll to the Farmer’s Market. Before we knew any better misc-116.jpg(growing up that is) and before the days of “junk food,” this place was definitely king. Kwik Way was notorious for their greasy fries and chicken. I’m not going to “criticize” this place because I hate to admit, we more or less “grew” up eating at Kwik Way. We didn’t have it every week but back then, it was our “Mickey D’s.” I remember having their fried prawns or chicken with fries served in a cardboard box. Kwik Way was like an “institution” . . . just like “Doggie Diners.” It’s a nice feeling to have these kind of “memories” to fall back on. Those were the days with my “family” before my “family” now. 😉

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Cat Commandments

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  • Thou shalt not jump onto the keyboard when thy human is on the modem.
  • Thou shalt not pull the phone cord out of the back of the modem.
  • Thou shalt not unroll all of the toilet paper off the roll.
  • Thou shalt not sit in front of the television or monitor as thou are not transparent.
  • Thou shalt not projectile vomit from the top of the refrigerator.
  • Thou shalt not walk in on a dinner party and commence licking thy butt.
  • Thou shalt not lie down with thy butt in thy human’s face.
  • Thou shalt not leap from great heights onto thy human’s genital region.
  • Fast as thou are, thou cannot run through closed doors.
  • Thou shalt not reset thy human’s alarm clock by walking on it.
  • Thou shalt not climb on the garbage can with the hinged lid, as thou wilt fall in and trap thyself.
  • Thou shalt not jump onto the toilet seat just as thy human is sitting down.
  • Thou shalt not jump onto thy sleeping human’s bladder at 4a.m.
  • Thou shalt realize that the house is not a prison from which to escape at any opportunity.
  • Thou shalt not trip thy humans even if they are walking too slow.
  • Thou shalt not push open the bathroom door when there are guests in thy house.
  • Thou shalt remember that thou are a carnivore and that houseplants are not meat.
  • Thou shalt show remorse when being scolded.

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    I’m watching the news while blogging and the news just now caught my attention . . . the most expensive coffee machine can be found at Blue Bottle Cafe in San Francisco . . . it’s the machine that cost $20K, but the coffee goes for 9.00 to 11.00 for a cup. A high syphon bar hallogen powered creates this coffee. Hmm . . . I think I’d like to try it just to try it:-) Oh well . . . gotta go to bed now! G’night!

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    Peter DaSilva for The New York Times

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    Shrimp Scampi

    shrimp-019.jpgMy plan this evening was to make Fettuccine Alfredo (with shrimp and broccoli. . . gotta get those “veggies” in some how) but I forgot to buy some Parmesan cheese, so since I had bought some bell peppers earlier, I decided to do a Shrimp Scampi for dinner. Going back to some 18 years ago, I remember this was the first dish that I actually made for a dinner that the hubs and I had . . . we invited a few of our friends over. As I recall, it was Rin and her “boyfriend” (?) Paris (Rin . . . remember him?) and JP’s god-mother, SLC. Anyhoo, here’s the recipe below and a picture of the book where the recipe is from. I’ve had this same book since 1988 so it definitely has seen better days. 🙂

    “This classic method of sauteing shrimp adapts perfectly for a making a pasta sauce. Lots of garlic is essential. Server over spaghetti or linguini.”

    • 1-1/2 cups olive oil
    • 1/2 (1 stick) unsalted butter, cut into pieces
    • 8 medium-to-large garlic cloves, finely chopped
    • 36 medium shrimp (about 3/4 lb), shelled and deveined
    • 1 green bell pepper, stemmed, seeded, and cut into 1/4 inch pieces
    • 1 red bell pepper, stemmed, seeded, and cut into 1/4 inch pieces
    • 1/3 cup lemon juice
    • 1/4 cup chopped fresh parsley
    • 1-1/2 tsp. salt

    In a large skillet, heat the olive oil and the butter over moderate-to-high heat. Add the garlic and pepper flakes; saute’ for about 30 seconds. Add the shrimp and diced green & red peppers; saute’ for 2 to 3 minutes, until the shrimp turns pink and are just cooked through. Carefully stir in the lemon juices, parsley and salt. Serve immediately over cooked pasta. Serves 4-6.

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    Note: I took the camera off of auto mode and played with the aperture and other settings . . . resulting in a very “yellowish” shrimp scampi. At least it tasted better than it actually “looked” in the photograph. 😉 Also, I thought I had some linguini or angel hair but darn I didn’t so I had to use the fettuccine noodles. Oh . . . I usually use fresh shrimp that I devein, but this time I used the packaged frozen ones from Trader Joe’s . . . that’s why the shrimps are “itty-bitty”! 🙂

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