Posted in health

PIXIE DUST – I WISH IT WAS PIXIE DUST

You know what kind of allergy day it’s going to be when you walk outside and every car in the parking lot is dusted with yellow pollen. It’s not quite hot enough outside to have the a/c in the car on, but I wish I had it so I could breathe! lol…

I am gearing up for more NCAA hoops action this weekend… of course, my brackets are totally messed up, except for the South… don’t know why that is!

Ok… I know this is short… but I have to sneeze and it’s affecting my typing!

Bis Spater, my friends!

Posted in Adventures, kids

SHAE’S GREAT AUSTIN ADVENTURE PART TWO

Helpful terms and definitions:

The Texas Railroad Commission (RRC) – a commission founded in 1891 by the Texas legislature to protect consumers from the railroad companies that were over-charging farmers and other customers. In 1917, because the Commission regulated the mass transit industries of the time, the Commission asserted its jurisdiction over pipelines. As a result, the Railroad Commission began regulating the oil and gas industry since they had the closest ties to the industry via pipelines. For more info, go to http://www.rrc.state.tx.us/

Pledge of Allegiance to the Texas State Flag – “Honor the Texas flag; I pledge allegiance to thee, Texas, one and indivisible.” For more info about Texas State Emblems, see http://www.texaspolicecentral.com/texaspat.html

Politician Magnet – any baby under 2 years old.

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1:15 p.m. Jene’ and I enter the Senate Chambers. The Senate Chambers is usually off limits. Today, however, it has been opened to those invited to the swearing in ceremony. It’s a cool feeling when you stroll into the Senate Chambers and groups behind you are trying to get in thinking that just anybody can do what we just did. They are referred to the Senate Gallery on the floor above us while we are told we can actually go beyond the ropes and sit in chairs normally reserved for senators. How cool is that?

I meet Victor’s parents, Bernardo and Alicia Carrillo. Bernardo and Alicia came from Mexico when they were kids. Neither of them passed the third grade, as they had to go to work to help support their families. They are much older than you would expect, as Victor was born when they were in their late 30’s. Bernardo looks like his chest is going to explode with pride, while Alicia’s smile lights up the room. They sacrificed so much to see their son be able to live the American dream.

I sit down with Julia, Jene’s youngest sister, who is my age. Julia has three kids: Benjamin, who is 9 and is so smart, he sometimes sprains my brain as I try to keep up with his questions – for example, how the lights in the Senate Chambers were made – and his explanations – this time about static electricity. Damaris is almost 2. She is a long, lean blonde toddler who has the prettiest blue eyes. She is sitting on Julia’s lap while Jene’, who is standing behind me, holds Julia’s youngest, Grant. Grant is almost four weeks old and is content and quiet during the ceremony.

Victor enters the Senate Chambers with Texas Governor Rick Perry and Lt. Governor David Dewhurst. As I snap a picture or two, I notice that my camera has reached 23 pictures. Noticing the TV camera behind my head, I start to feel an overwhelming sense of dread as I figure out what to do, because I know my camera will rewind after the next picture. I decide to try to time the last picture during applause.

Jene’s dad, Jasper, is called upon to pray to open the ceremony. Jene’s dad is a pastor and is known for his, well, lengthy prayers. Julia leans over and says, “Do they know what they’re getting into?” and I laughed and said, “Did they give him a time limit?” Later, Victor teases Jasper that the governor leaned over during the middle of the prayer and said something like, “He is aware, isn’t he, that he’s supposed to be finished by now?” “Gotcha!” moment.

After the prayer, Christina leads the crowd in the pledge of the American flag and then the Texas flag. I asked her later if she knew the Texas pledge and she said, “No,” but that she had memorized it expressly for this ceremony. I also asked her if she was nervous, and in true Christina fashion, in three very quick sentences, said yes.

Laura rose to sing the national anthem a capella. Any singer will tell you, no matter what, this is a not a song for the faint of heart to attempt, let alone attempt it a capella. Laura knocked it out of the park. I haven’t seen that many grandparents or family members swell up with that much pride in a long, long time. The crowd was very impressed as well and I try to take advantage of the noise and snap another picture. My camera reads 25 and does not rewind.

The Lt. Governor, David Dewhurst, is introduced. I snap a picture and the camera begins to rewind. The applause does not last as long as I’d like it to and as he’s saying that he liked the anthem so much and that he needs Laura to help him campaign, my camera begins its noisy and lengthy rewind.

Julia has already left the room with Damaris, who just couldn’t sit still or keep quiet that long and I don’t know too many toddlers who would last as long as she did. So, I’m sitting there alone with a TV camera behind my head and my camera is rewinding. Thankfully, the acoustics in the room were such that I don’t think that many people actually heard me. Jene’ was behind me next to the TV camera and she didn’t hear it. Crisis averted.

Next, the governor gets up and tells us how wonderful Victor is. He talks about his daughters, Laura, Christina, and then he fumbles around for his notes, because he forgets about Grace. Grace is over playing on the floor all the way across the chambers, so I did not hear this, but Joy said that as the governor fumbled around for her name, Grace piped up, “And Gracie, too!”

Victor is finally introduced and he begins his speech. He talks about his humble beginnings, his degrees (I can’t remember them all, but they include geology, geophysics and law), and then he talks about his wife of 18 years, Joy. Victor tears up, as he often does, because Victor is just really sensitive and caring and most people who know him would be surprised if he didn’t wipe his eyes at least once during such an important milestone in his life. Victor made it through that and then talked about his parents. He introduced his family, the parents, the in-laws, the other two RRC’s, Michael Williams (who wears cool bow ties) and Charles Matthews, and his new staff.

Then Victor is sworn in, he exits the platform and the reception begins. As we wait in line to get through the door to the reception area, Jene’, who is still holding Grant the politician magnet, is approached first by Michael Williams who wants to know if Grant can vote yet. Then, the Governor and Lt. Governor make their way by to look at the politician magnet. Grant, still content and quiet, meets the governor. (By the way, Grant has yet to meet his Daddy, Jeff, who is deployed somewhere in the Persian Gulf – please pray for him!).

At the reception, the Senate photographer keeps taking pictures of Jene’ and Grant. Jene’ finally asks the photographer who she’s with, and she tells Jene’ these pics will go into the archives and we are all a part of Texas history now. Grant, before he’s a month old, is now a part of Texas history. I know he won’t remember this, but his brother told me that Grant is fortunate to see the capitol and experienced all this so early, and that, at 9 years old, he felt as if that was a bit late to get started getting involved in being a part of Texas history.

Grace was not enjoying the reception, and was coaxed by Jene’ to go “do stairs,” to keep her occupied. After three trips up and down three flights of stairs, Jene’ was done in and Grace seemed satisfied. They came back just in time for the family parade over to Victor’s new office. I had just been handed the politician magnet, but all the politicians were gone by this time. When I got outside, my eyes began to water from all the pollen flying through the warm spring air. After a few blocks, I couldn’t see, so reluctantly, I handed over the baby to his mother. I figured he would be safer with someone who could actually see the traffic as they crossed the street. So much for quality time with the little guy who actually got to meet the governor.

Victor’s office is just down the plaza from the capitol building. We went up to the 12th floor (the top floor) to the RRC suite of offices. Victor’s office is bigger than, well, my whole apartment. It has a great view of the capitol building and the rest of Austin. The bathroom is almost bigger than my bedroom. Christina excitedly showed me all of the features, the TV with cable and VCR being one of the highlights for her. Then there were the elephants in the bathroom (elephants, Republicans, get it?).

Joy brings in the lamps for Victor’s office. She unpacks them and puts the styrofoam packing on the floor. Grace’s eyes light up as she drags one of the pieces that is larger than she is over to the TV area. She begins to tear it apart and styrofoam balls go flying everywhere. Damaris, who sees the “snow” action, decides to join in. Soon, there was quite a mess on the floor, and I’m sure the custodial staff loves Victor now. Grace had little styrofoam balls caught in her curly hair, which were stuck there, as Benjamin explained, by static electricity.

Soon, it is time to go, so we say our goodbyes, and head to Chuy’s our favorite TexMex place (we have two in Houston as well) and eat lunch/dinner. It’s 5 p.m. and we are ready to get on the road. After a quick stop to take my picture in a field of bluebonnets and a short field trip to Wal-Mart in Bastrop, we get home around 9:30, ready to go to BED. I feel compelled to tell you that Jene’ had parking angels at both Chuy’s and Wal-Mart.

As tired as I still am, I wouldn’t have missed this day for anything. It’s not every day you get an opportunity like this. And, in November 2004, I’ll get to vote for Victor. How often do you get the opportunity to vote for a politician who lives out his faith, and is a person of integrity who actually wants to work hard? I wish y’all lived here so you could vote for him, and if you knew him, you’d wish that, too.

Posted in Adventures, kids

SHAE’S GREAT AUSTIN ADVENTURE PART ONE

Helpful terms and definitions:

parking angels – It doesn’t matter where we go, what time of day it is, or how far away we go, 9 times out of 10, Jene’ will find a good parking spot. Good, as in within the first five spaces away from the front door.

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It’s the first day of Spring, and on the way to Austin, we see many fields of Texas wild flowers (bluebonnets, Indian paintbrushes, etc) that line Highway 71. Jene’ suggests that if it’s still daylight when we go back to Houston I should have my picture taken with them. We get to Austin around 11:40 a.m. Jene’ is driving and we are on our way to Congress St to find a place to park within walking distance to the State Capitol.

Jene’ calls her sister, Joy, wife of Texas’ newest Railroad Commissioner, Victor, whose swearing in we are in Austin to attend. Joy is at Jene’s aunt’s house in Austin getting ready for the ceremony. We have some lamps in our car for Joy, and it is decided it would be easier to drop off the lamps now, rather than after the ceremony, so we go to Jene’s aunt’s house.

Joy, who does not normally care to wear makeup (she last wore makeup on her wedding day 18 years ago), meets us outside for the lamp exchange. She has applied makeup and her face is too dry and she knows it doesn’t look good. She also knows Jene’ will be the honest one who will tell her it looks bad and also tell her how to fix it. She asks Jene’ how it looks and Jene’ says, “You look about 10 years older,” and Joy actually looks relieved. “So should I wash it off?” Jene’ answers, “Yes, and I know how we can make it look better.” Jene’ and Joy go upstairs to mix her foundation with moisturizer (Jene’ is like Heloise with attitude) while I say hello to other relatives downstairs.

Joy and Victor have three daughters. Laura, who is 15 and very beautiful, is also an accomplished guitar player, singer and songwriter. Christina (Nina as she is called by her little sister) is 11 and hides none of her emotions. You know exactly how Christina feels all the time. She has a very expressive face and outgoing nature. Grace is 2 ½ and is a real handful. She evidently has developed a fear of going places recently.

While Joy is getting her makeup fixed upstairs by Jene’/Heloise, Christina is trying to convince Grace to finish her lunch. Grace’s clothes have not been changed and her curly hair is sticking out in every direction. It is after noon by this time and the ceremony begins at 1:30. Grace sees me and says, “I don’t want to go!” Everyone else is trying to convince her we’re not really going anywhere, everyone is just dressing up for fun. Grace then starts this tearful, frustrated exchange with Christina.

“Nina! Mommy!”

Christina picks up Grace to take her upstairs.

“Nina! Eat!”

Christina rolls her eyes in disgust, backs up and puts Grace back in her chair.

“Nina! Mommy!”

“Nina! Eat!”

This happens at least three more times, and finally, Christina puts Grace back into her chair and says, “eat, then we’ll go see Mommy.”

“I don’t want to go!”

Laura, the teenager, has come downstairs. She crosses her rams, looks at her baby sister and says, “Grace, you’re going whether you like it or not.”

“I don’t want to go!”

I retreat upstairs to see how the make over is going.

Jene’ and I soon leave the house and to resume our search for a parking space near the capitol. Jene’ is silently praying for parking angels (see above) as we drive up Congress St. After a fruitless search, we turn onto the street in front of the capitol and see a few odd war protest signs. I’m all for everybody being entitled to express their opinion, but please, for Pete’s sake, at least make your signs and yourself appear somewhat intelligent.

We decide to follow the signs to the parking garage. Jene’ drives a couple of blocks and says, “I don’t see the signs anymore, so I’m turning.” As she is turning, I see the sign up the street, so we go to round the block to get back to the parking garage. On our way back to the main street… a parking spot appears. It is the second space from the street that runs directly in front of the capitol. Jene’ smiles and thanks her parking angels as she runs across the street to get change for the parking meter.

Jene’ and I make our way up to the capitol building (not as long of a walk as I had anticipated – thanks parking angels), go through the metal detector and stand in the rotunda and wait to see signs of the rest of her family. We find a cousin and go upstairs to the senate chambers.

This episode will continue in Part 2 of Shae’s Great Austin Adventure!

Posted in commentary

ORANGE ALERT…

I know our country will be at war within a day or so. I work at one of the largest churches in Texas, and today, we received a four page booklet entitled, “Contingency Plan,” that instructs our staff on the issues of safety during the times of orange alert or higher. It’s really scary that a church would have to have a contingency plan, but we do. The scariest part is, that the larger places of worship in this country are potential targets of terrorists. That’s a heavy load to have on your mind when you drive to work every day, huh?

If there are threats on any church in our area, I can’t take a bag to work, and my purse will have to be searched each time I enter the building. If a church in the area actually gets hit, our church will be locked down, except for one entrance, and they would actually consider canceling all services and move small groups to offsite meeting places.

The saddest part to me is that they would cancel the services. I don’t attend church where I work. I have no idea as of yet what my church’s contingency plan is. I just think that the terrorists win when we are too afraid to go to our places of worship… I mean, after all, if we truly believe that we are saved, then if something does happen while we are in church… does it really matter? I personally believe that if 3,000 people, or even 2 or 3, are gathered praising and worshipping Him, then evil will tremble at the doors.

Please pray for our troops. I barely remember the Vietnam War, but I do remember that many Americans, in their efforts to protest the war itself, turned their backs on the men and women who put their lives on the line to defend freedom for all. Even if you do not agree with the war, please pray for those who are courageously performing their duty to defend freedom for all with their own lives.

Posted in Writing

BOOK UPDATE:

The book is 85% finished. I decided today how to end it — just STOP! I have enough material for 1 1/2 books now. Basically, I have Candelorio’s Rose and half of a sequel written. I am so excited! Now, I will go back and polish, edit and polish… and then…

I HAVE NO IDEA…

Just kidding! Pray for me to finish and pray for a publisher!

I have to get back to the book now…

Posted in Yahweh's fingerprints

Last night I completed a six month project that has been essential to my freedom in. I can’t go into all the details, but I have worked through some really tough issues in this group and last night, I “graduated.” I feel so happy and joyful right now, it’s tough to describe! It’s been a long time coming, but I feel I am on the brink of something huge. Just wanted to share that with y’all!

P.S. My face feels so much better, but my cheek still looks like a mood ring. Oh, well. One step at a time!

Posted in dental adventures, health

I FOUND MY CHEEKBONE!!

Oh, the excitement! My face is still swollen, but not as bad as it was. I can smile without pain and I have weaned myself off the PPM and resorted to ibuprofen — lots of ibuprofen!

So, it’s back to work tomorrow. I think I should be able to talk all day with little or no trouble. HOORAY!

Posted in dental adventures, health

Greetings from “Toothless.” After I posted yesterday, the numbness of the shots wore off and I dove into the prescribed pain medication (PPM) rather quickly. The part of me that hurts the most is the chipmunk cheek. Last night, after several cold packs, the swelling went down, but this morning, it was rather large again. Again, let me assert I am not vain… but rather the chipmunk cheek made it very, very painful to smile or talk — two things I must be able to do to perform my job.

So, this morning, though I cannot afford to take a day off, I called my sub and I took more PPM and have been sleeping most of the day. I have had some rather strange dreams on the PPM and the ceiling fan base appears to be moving, too, so it is moving opposite the fan blades and makes me rather dizzy. I haven’t watched any TV yet, but there is a marathon of Ferris Buhler’s Day Off on TNN. I would watch, but most of Shae’s Day Off has been one long nap.

Speaking of naps, it’s about medication time, so I will be taking more soon and sleeping the night away!

Good night…zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Posted in dental adventures, health

Toothie has gone bye bye.

After an hour at Dr O’Shell’s I am now minus one #15 molar. After the pain-numbing shots, the left side of my face swelled to the size of an orange. The doctor peered over his glasses and said, “What you are feeling right now is your face swelling. This is because of blah, blah, blah, and this is perfectly normal. After moving the molar back and forth… he pulls out…

THE DRILL.

Mind you, I really couldn’t feel anything, but the sound of the drill hurt my ears! It sounded like my dad’s circular saw, only much faster… and higher pitched. Finally, it was all over, my face (only one side of it) was huge, and I was handed a prescription for penicillin and vicadin (only if I needed it, and I may need it!). I get home, and there’s no ice in the house for my face and the ice pack the dentist gave me isn’t cold yet. I look like half a chipmunk and my jaw is starting to throb… so I’m going to take about four ibuprofen and lie down now!

I have to go to work tomorrow… it’s a good thing that I’m not vain. ha ha…