13 Tuesday Dec 2011
Path is the smart journal that helps you share life and never miss an important moment with family.
Enjoying the new Path. And with easy integration with Facebook/Twitter, it just may be the best online journal to date.
12 Monday Dec 2011
Posted in How can you help others??, My Story
This is a great organization. Community Voice Mail (Helps people in transition, poverty, & homelessness rebuild their lives by connecting them to jobs, housing, information & hope). www.cvm.org
Who Uses Community Voice Mail?
Anyone who needs it. People in crisis or transition –
The most common goals for CVM users are:
Using The New Phone Number Is Easy: All you need is access to a touch-tone phone. Once their new phone number is active, users can check messages from anywhere that works for them: pay phones, social service agencies, or the homes of friends and family. For those users with email addresses, a notification can be sent to their email inbox alerting them to the fact that they have a voice mail message. A CVM number looks like any other local telephone number and therefore does not signal the client’s status as a homeless or phoneless person. In this way, CVM users are able to reflect the stability and credibility associated with having a personal home answering machine.
How Does Community Voice Mail Work?
Community Voice Mail is personalized, confidential and easy to use. Here’s how it works:
Working with a CVM provider, John is given an instruction card and a touch-tone phone to use.
That’s it. Enrollment usually takes under 3 minutes. John walks out the door with a new phone number – and is immediately empowered with the tangible tool he needs to succeed.
12 Monday Sep 2011
Posted in My Story
So I have wondered what my purpose is sometimes. Somedays I don’t know if what I do, how I feel, no matter how big my heart is, or anything that well I just don’t know what my purpose in life really is. Well I was talking to a friend lately about this and well she helped me realize that well that I have probably already known for quite sometime and have been on the path in my life but I just didn’t know it. She helped me realized that I have a purpose for helping and giving. Yes I know this sounds like oh yeah easy and well I know some of you are like well so am I too. But well I have been doing this but just didn’t know that this was my purpose/calling in life.
Now I know somedays I look and wonder where am I going to find the time? Where am I going to fit things in? Can I make things happen and afford to do it? Can my family understand the need too? I know there are so many questions and well I know I don’t always have the answer. But I pray and leave it to God.
Sometimes I know that we will just make it somehow. I know that the need sometimes is so great or that someone needs something so much more than we do and well I know that we will do the right thing by helping someone in need. Sometimes it puts us in a hard spot and through hard times for a while. But we make it. We haven’t lost our home, have never been without food, and our kids are truely loved. So I know at the end of the day we have made the right choice.
I just hope that I keep finding and filling the holes and finding my purpose to help and care for others the way that God has touched my heart to do so.
24 Tuesday May 2011
Posted in Diet, My Story, Physical Therapy
I was at the physical therapy office today. This is something I have to do every week 2 times a week because of being in a car accident. I have a bad neck and back and am trying to work out the pain from the accident. I was pretty tight today when I went in could hardly lift my right arm to point out where I hurt. But as I started my treatment the thing I noticed today was the chatter in the workout area. A couple of the tech folks were talking about nutrition and diets with each other and it was interesting to just listen to them.
One of the girls is a young girl in college that is taking some nutrition classes in school. She was trying to give the other one who is a mom advice on dieting. And the strange thing is the mom is the one that really doesn’t know how to eat well or diet. She was just thinking to loose weight for her summer bathing suit she could just eat yogurt or all veggies or something like that. She didn’t realize that she really needs to balance out her meals or that she is starving her body.
Well of course since having my last one and then having my cancer surgery a year after she was born well my body hasn’t gone back to what it was before I had my daughter. So sure I am not a stick figure but well it doesn’t mean I don’t know about diet, nutrition, or anything. I have been an athlete most of my life. Between kids I ran marathons and was training for triathlons. I even had friends that thought I should have been a trainer but well then I had my tiny one. I wouldn’t have traded her in for the world and you never know maybe one day in my spare time.
But I just think it is strange how the topic of conversation happens around you but then no one will talk to you about it or want to listen to you if you do talk to them just because you don’t look like you came out of a magazine. Just because I don’t have the looks right now doesn’t mean I don’t have the smarts and the brains to do it. I do. I just have other things in my way at this moment in time.
24 Tuesday May 2011
Posted in My Story
24 Tuesday May 2011
To me “Living Italian” is a great way to live. I think it is one of the greatest ways to live. But I think that living French and living Spanish and Greek also are incredible. For me, it’s almost about “living Mediterranean,” that-it-as-it comes lifestyle that appreciates the fine things in life, whether it’s food, wine, sensuality, or the scent of the sea.
It is one of the greatest ways to live because no matter where you physically call home-or where you are-it enhances the everyday quality of your life. And that’s a gift we all can give to ourselves.
When did I discover my inner Italian? Well I didn’t discover it til really later really after I got married. Then in life when I started to appreciate tradition and family more. And when I took my first trip to Europe with my husband’s uncle & my mom. That was really when I truly found my heart and myself. I spent time with our family in the hills of Tuscany and we bottled wine, had dinner, went to the local markets, made food. I knew then I was home. Then later I have met a wonderful friend years later here at home from Napoli and we have become good friends for the past 5 years. She is like a sister to me.
What does “living Italian” mean to me?
It means wholeheartedly embracing the simple goodness and sensuality in life.. Taking the extra time, for example, to stop at a specialty market or gourmet grocery store for fine imported cheese or meats rather than dashing into a regular supermarket makes a huge difference. Thinks how special it feels opening these hand-wrapped treasures as opposed to ripping open an industrial-strength package. It’s worth every extra dime I pay. And even when it comes to things that DON’T cost money-valuing quality time spent with family and friends; enjoying the arts and culture just because and not only when out-of-town guests come to visit-this to me also embraces this wonderful way of living and being.
What nurtures my Inner Italian?
Being in Italy of course! But since I am in the United States instead, remembering what made my visiting Italy so pleasurable: good, un-hurried meals with simple yet exquisite ingredients; good wine and conversation; and time spent dining with those I love spending time with. And since I can’t be in Italy I read books, cuisine/wine, magazines that celebrate this wonderful country. I seek out markets, watch cooking shows, read books, friends, cook meals, and more. I also find it by seeking out authentic restaurants.
I hope to pass on the passion of the food, the conversation, the passion of live, the passion to enjoy life, to enjoy the simple things in life. I hope I can show them how simple it is to cook and be passionate about the things you love. I hope that I can show them to enjoy the things around them and to stop and smell, taste, and see everything.
24 Tuesday May 2011
Well I have finally started a blog. I should have done this ages ago. I can never say what I want to on Facebook, Twitter, or anywhere because people always tell me oh I should be careful to not offend someone. Well they are my thoughts and feelings and well I thought people are suppose to get to know you and who you are. A friend of mine is starting to blog to and is being told what and how to blog. I think that is a not fair at all. No one should tell you what to do and what to say. So well I don’t tell people in my life to do that and I love my friends for who they are and I don’t ask them to EVER be someone they are not. I am who I am and love, live, and laugh. So well I just will keep on doing things I guess.
So I am a mom of 2 beautiful kids. I use to do the corprate thing but I stay at home now with the kids. It took me a while to get use to being at home but I am loving it. I stay busy. Some tell me I have a hard time staying still and not sitting down to relax. But for me that is relaxing. I love cooking, cleaning, shopping, just doing things I want to do and have to get done. I love doing things for my family and kids. When they need me I am here. I love to do small simple things for my friends and family that mean something special to them. To care and have a big heart is me.
24 Tuesday May 2011
I want to be a Super Mom.
I want to be the Momma who finds the perfect balance
between being your parent
and being your friend.
when you ask me to go out and ride bikes, scooters & skateboards
or to build sand castles with you at the beach,
or Ooo and Ahhh over your latest pop shove it trick or amazing art project.
I want to be the Momma whose not afraid to make messes,
get my hands dirty,
or create a bit of chaos
all in the name of having fun with my little ones.
I hope that you will have fond memories
of my after school goodies,
my knowledge of all your sports,
and the fridge I made sure was always overflowing snacks for you and your friends.
Because, thanks to this Momma,
I know how much the little things make a difference.
Time To Unpack 