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  Be the change you want to see in the world.
Mahatma Gandhi
Saturday, August 5, 2000

Yup...he's definitely one of those bad boyz. Yup you gotta love 'im.

Now if you'd kept that going a little longer you might have gotten flowers and presents and a new car, a huge boat........well maybe flowers.;-)

Suzn 10:52:24 PM| link me up


Is Eric really in the hospital?? I hope he's feeling better really soon!

Thanks Erika and Ashley! I think you're really nice too.

Eric is one of those bad boyz. Gotta love 'em.

Suzn 8:07:36 AM| link me up


Thursday, August 3, 2000

I am getting nowhere with Yahoo/Geocities. The offending site is still there. Guess the guy who created it doesn't visit it too often.

So I just wrote to a specific person in the copyright department. I figured that would work and after posting my letter and rereading it, I realized I had spelled his name wrong. Yeah, that'll do the trick.

Seems I have no brain either. But if I did have one it would NOT be small. ;-)

Suzn 11:15:23 PM| link me up


I found this link in my referrer logs. It's not the first "odd" link I've found but it is the funniest. How did I get there??? I definitely am female, I definitely do not have a penis. However I can assure you that if I did have a penis it would NOT be small.

Suzn 10:20:39 PM| link me up


A human moment:

I was leaving the medical center. The parking garage is 9 stories and the elevator was packed and every floor lit brightly. A man, lets say in his 50's with another man lets say in his 70's boarded at the ground floor with myself and the many others. Son and Father. Being that I was parked on the top floor I was there to stop on each floor as the passengers filtered off.

The father tried to get off on the third floor. His son said, "no Dad you are parked on eight". He tried again to get off on the fourth floor, his son again said "no Dad you are parked on eight". Finally at the 6th floor the son got off and the father followed. The son again said , "no Dad you are on eight".

At the 7th floor this elderly man tried again to leave. It was I who said, "no sir, your son said you are parked on eight...just one more floor".

The parking garage is a bit daunting. The floors are numbered and color coded but there is an up direction and a down direction that are on opposing sides. If you don't realize this, it's easy to get lost.

I got off at the 9th floor, got in my vehicle, proceeded to exit downward, only to get to the eighth floor (on the downside) and find the elderly man wandering around obviously lost.

I stopped to see if I could help him. He was in good shape, he didn't want me to ride him around to search for his car. He was sprinting around the floor of the parking garage like a young man. But he was walking the same path and just going round and round. He knew his car was a Toyota but didn't remember the color exactly, it was light he said. However he did remember the exact license plate. I found it on the up side.

I sat and watched him pull away and wondered if he would be alright. I initially wanted to just kick that son in the head for letting his father go off alone. The poor man was headed in the totally wrong direction when I had found him and would have covered at least 50% of the parking garage that way and never found his car. I wondered if he was safe on the road. Then I remembered the son's words just before he himself left the elevator, "Dad, let's see who gets home first." and I felt sad.

It's hard to be objective about our parents. It's difficult at best to realize that they have aged and perhaps are not capable of doing the same things that they once were capable of doing. It's especially difficult when they are relatively strong and stubborn and don't want help. In any case the word "parent" conjures up in our psyche, someone strong, self sufficient and capable of taking care of anything. It's always a hard reality to learn that parents are very human and even harder to accept that they have aged beyond those capabilities that they once had, and that we take so for granted. It's all too easy to deny the reality and believe that things are as they have always been.

Yup, I know.

Suzn 8:05:45 PM| link me up


Wednesday, August 2, 2000

Thank you for your kind thoughts.

A special thank you to you Jann. Your kindness and thoughtfulness goes beyond what I can express and is appreciated more than you could know.

Suzn 6:47:12 PM| link me up


Tuesday, August 1, 2000

I've just wasted 30 minutes of my morning replacing images and writing letters because of a stupid bandwidth thief. This is no way to start the day. If it's still there and you are so inclined, you can see the offensive site here. You have to scroll to the bottom of the page to get it. ;-)

Suzn 7:23:13 AM| link me up


Monday, July 31, 2000

Thank you Leslie, and I am so glad that all is well with you! Many thanks as well to those kind persons who e-mailed me words of support, they are comforting and very much appreciated.

Suzn 7:44:02 PM| link me up


I could never tire of a kind thought or a kind word, Thank you.

Suzn 12:35:03 PM| link me up


Sunday, July 30, 2000

There is a story that brings me to tears when I think of it. I was adopted, by two loving parents who had tried for many years to bear a child of their own, biologically. When the adoption proceedings were completed and it was time to bring me home, my then to be Mom and Dad went to pick me up. My Mom tells me how she looked at my fingers and toes with all the amazement that a woman feels when she gives birth. How she held me tightly knowing from that moment on she would always hold me tightly. How she gazed at my little face, my tiny nose and mouth and thought what a miracle she was holding.

About two months after the adoption proceedings closed and I was a part of a family I developed a severe rash that ravaged my entire body and became progressively worse. The pediatrician (someone should have taken his license) who was having no success with ointments and whatever treatments he deemed appropriate, told my Mom to "return" me. He told her I would be a sick child, and a sick adult and to "give me back".

If my Mom were telling this story to you, you would see the heaviness in her heart, the pain on her face, the despair in her soul. She had no questions and she had no answers except that she knew in the wink of an eye that I was her child as sure as if she had given birth to me. She would fix it somehow or she would weather the ensuing storm.

It was my Aunt Anne, who was waiting at my parents home the day they brought me home. It was my Aunt Anne with her wisdom and her experience with her own three children who stayed with my Mom through the first week of my life there, to help, to support, to be there. It was my Aunt Anne who recommended another pediatrician and took my Mom and me to him. It was my Aunt Anne who was there....often and always, a sweet and gentle woman with a huge heart.

It was eczema, hardly a life threatening condition nor one which might predict my future health. I was never a victim of any other allergies as a child, nor as an adult. It was controlled with diet, it was milk that I was allergic to and once started on one of the milk substitutes I would turn out to be a clear skinned and healthy child.

I recall this story today, because my Aunt Anne will no longer brighten the world I live in. She will no longer smile at me, tell me her stories or play on the piano. She now brightens the heavens, soars with the angels and sings in the clouds. My Aunt Anne died today, and when I look back upon my 47 years, I remember a kindly woman with a huge heart and a smile for everyone. I remember nimble fingers on the piano keys as she played anything from the show tunes to Mozart while we listened, entranced. I remember her love.

I don't know how life passes in what seems an instant, when it is said and done and gone. I don't know how to do anything but relish those years, when the entire family was together, when we, the then children, laughed together, cried together, were annoyed at our elders together and looked for our freedom. In my mind, there are brown and white photographs. They are all filled with love.

Aunt Annie, I am sad today. I will miss your smile, your brightness, your love. But if the ultimate gift that life offers us is to soar with the angels, to be in a place that as mortals we only know as heaven, to have eternal bliss, then I am happy for you Aunt Annie, because I know you are there.

Suzn 11:43:15 AM| link me up


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