Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Walk it out

Mission Peak reflecting off Quarry Lake 
With the rainy season approaching I have a small twinge of sadness. I do enjoy the rain, but I will miss my morning walks around Quarry Lakes here in Fremont. There is nothing like getting out in the morning air to start the day! I wanted to share some of the beautiful pictures that I took a few weeks back. Taking a morning walk not only allows me to refresh my mind and spirit but it gives me a chance to hang with my Mom. Seeing the sun come up over the Mission Peak is just a daily reminder that a new day is upon me.

Bright morning sun

To clarify  I don't wake up everyday whistling a tune as I skip out the door, and that is another reason why I walk. To get it ALL out, pounding down the trail one step at at time can be a real stress reliever. Stress is something that I think we all deal with on a daily basis. I could walk around my neighborhood to get it out but hey when you want to let there it all go there is nothing like belting it out over the open trail (not too loud don't want send out distress signals)
Mission Peak in the distance

 Many a mornings I think I have scared a the fishermen out there with my voice from across the lake. We have even befriended a few people out there and  there. This one jogger named Jim that always says, "Wow, Mom you're a great listener". (and yes, she is a great listener). Walking has definitely improved my quality of life and it is always great to get some daily exercise in, so when the fall/winter months roll in I will be hitting the gym in lieu of Quarry Lakes. But I'm really going to miss the view!

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Legacy of Love

Forever in my heart
My Grandma was an amazing woman in more ways than I could ever put into words. Recently, she has been coming to mind often. I even have had this reoccurring dream that she is sitting right there talking to me about current issues. This is not one of those 'creepy' visits from the beyond kind of dream but definitely very life like. I know that she has gone home to a much better place to be with God, her husband, and other loved ones that we have lost but I still have that selfish pull that says, "I want you here with me!". She passed away around the time that I was 16 years old, so I did get to spend all of my young childhood, and adolescent years with her and for that I do feel truly blessed. However, I still miss her the older I get. When I got engaged to Eddie, I was over joyed and excited ready to plan the wedding and start the guest list however I knew that not only would it be one person short but that it would be short of any grandparents. With all the joy surrounding my planning I just couldn't shake the feeling of wanting to have my grandma meet Eddie (not for approval) but because I know she would of loved him! My wedding has come and gone (April 09) and I know that all the wishing and wanting in the world will never allow me another conversation, hug, or simple I love you.

A few years before she passed, she got together with my Aunt Mille to create a recording on a cassette tape and labeled "A Legacy of Love". I have always cherished this recording of her voice because I have many pictures of her but to be able to hear her voice is such a special treasure. Shortly after Eddie and I were married I played the tape for him, and someday I will play it for my kids. There are things that I will never forget that are not on the tape like: how she had the softest hands, the nicest nails, the smell of her compact, cracklin' oat bran, blueberry pancakes, how Janelle and I told her when she snores she sounds like "Darth Vader", Skip-Bo, her automatic card shuffler, hot water in Tutu mug, or her pink Extra gum packs. To be honest after this small list I have tears rolling down my cheeks. I just miss her so much!

Today I thought about what she would think about how the times have changed. She had beautiful penmanship and now a days most just send and email, or how I changed my profile picture on Facebook to her and me would she be on Facebook for me to tag her in the photo? (her daughters are on FB!). This is a woman who saw this county take shape through the depression, wars, and politics. So I don't know that she would be so impressed by technology or think it silly? To end on a happy note, I am proud to be her granddaughter and to still have the memories of her legacy is enough for me.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Homemade Happiness


Domesticating myself has not been an easy or all the time enjoyable task. When Eddie and I first got married there was no switch that turned on and put me on auto pilot towards building and maintaining the home life that I had always envisioned for us. Through many burnt dinners, re-arranging of furniture, yard work, and reorganization of closets and cabinets I finally feel like I have worked my way up to homemaker status level 1. The reason I say that I am on level 1 is because I know that I have a long way to go still, and many lessons still to be learned. It is interesting to see that the art of being a homemaker has undergone much scrutiny and changes  in the last 30 years. Many women that choose to go back/have to work instead of staying at home, or are able to stay home but aren't Martha Stewart or Betty Cooker wannabes are scrutinized and it become a loose loose situation. Of course this also goes hand in to hand with society changes, women working full-time, and even making more money then the men that the art of being a homemaker has gotten somewhat lost in translation. However, no matter what your situation may be I  still feel that it is the woman's place to provide a home for her husband and family.It is not a matter of being a "Super Woman" and doing it all but women need to take more credit for how we are designed. 

I'll share the story that my Mom shared with me I call it the "Compartment Story". Here is how it goes: When a man goes to do a task or take care of something he opens the compartment drawer to that specific item and works through it, then before moving on to the next task he must close the that compartment. This is a sufficient way to do things nothing wrong with finishing a task before you start another. However, with women we often have anywhere from 3,4,5, even 10 compartments drawers open at any given time. We can juggle laundry, work, groceries shopping, meetings, bills, etc, etc.....This visualization shed so much light on my own life. This is not to say that men are incapable of multi-tasking but to show that we are just wired differently. The reason why I share this story is because it depicts much of my daily life. This is no slight to my wonderful hubby but I have often wondered if my expectation overboard or what!? Here I am done working an 8 hour shift, stopped by the store on the way home, got two pots on the stove, something in the oven, while cleaning as I go; and there he is opening one compartment at a time! To be completely honest is was rather frustrating until my Mom shared this story. Its not that Eddie can't do what I do he just does it at his own manly pace. 

 The art of being a homemaker is not about "knowing your place", making meals, or waiting on your family and and foot it is about; it about the home-life and quality of life that is made. I also want to convey that being a homemaker is not everyones cup of tea or lifestyle personally it is just that I am not willing to let go my childhood dream of being an excellent homemaker for my family. Even in my current situation I am working full time, and going to school  growing up I have been able to draw some wonderful homemaking tips from my Grandma, Mom, Aunts, and others. And I want to continue to strive to make a home from my family the "old school" way and someday pass a legacy on to my girls. Being a homemaker is not only about making meals and waiting on your family and and foot it is about; it about the home-life and quality of life that is made. Recently, my wonderful co-worker opened her home to me to give me a lesson on pie making. I had such a great time, making something from scratch (with her instruction). It takes more than walls and a roof to create a home, and there is no shame in wanting to provide your family with the comforts of homemade happiness in the 21st century. 

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Back to school

I don't have any children of my own that are back in school it's me that is back to school. This is going to be my second semester at Ohlone and I am totally excited! Unlike most kids that I graduated with I decided to make my own way which has now turned into the "hard way". I know that people of all walks of life go back to college for additional training, changing their career , or just for fun. But the route that I have taken I would not really recommend for others to take on. Between working full-time and going to 3 hour lectures at night it makes time management a must. Age is not really the issue at Ohlone or any other college for that matter, I know that I am not alone in going back to school at my age or stage of life. Yet it doesn't make it easier. School has allowed me at this age to rediscover my interest and talents if you would have asked my 10 years ago I had no clue what truly interested me. In growing my mind and knowledge base I found my niche of what I really want to do (Urban Planning and Development) and hope to transfer next fall or spring into SF State. By letting go of my self doubt I surprised myself with a 4.0 GPA last semester and I will be really working hard towards keeping that up this semester.  I am keeping my eye on the prize so to speak and thinking of how great it will be to hang a Bachelors degree on my wall and also for the first time participate in an actual graduation ceremony (woo-hoo!!)  8 years ago I didn't really imagine myself ever completing school; working in the the real estate field I thought I'd found my career, but  quickly I realized it was not going to be long lasting or what I really wanted to do. My advice I would tell anyone is live life like it matters and not just a daily grind, choose to love what you do and you can really make an impact.