Sunday, May 29, 2011
Friday, May 27, 2011
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Friday, May 20, 2011
I respect the place in you that is of love, of truth, of light. When you are in that place in you, and I am in that place in me, we are one. Namaste
Thursday, May 19, 2011
He was on Regis and Kelly this morning. I haven't ever watched his current TV show, but apparently he is a police captain and the show is about him and his kids who are also all cops. I've always liked Tom Selleck (Magnum PI anyone?), but his comments made me like him even more. To paraphrase, he said: Homer Simpson is an idot. It is a real pleasure to play a guy who is a patriarch and a good father. There aren't enough portrayals of good dads out there. Kudos to you Tom.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
a. Yes it is pretty shocking that you have not seen noticeable results in your body, I mean you have been working out for a whole week and a half. There is definitely something wrong with the gym.
b. That's cool how you can speak spanish to your buddies so no one will know what you are talking about, oh wait, yo hablo tambien.
c. Talking about "partying" when you are 30 years old does not make you cool, it makes you pathetic.
d. Talking about how high the limits are on your 10 credit cards also does not make you cool, just stupid and responsible. Ditto for the fact that you have added up how much money you can spend and max them all.
Really, I would have loved to stay and continued to listen to you but the two or three minutes were more than enough.
Monday, May 16, 2011
You can't see him, but there was a guy out there wakeboarding.
Friday, May 13, 2011
By the way, I love the new purse I found as I raced through the store. Turqoise. Just what I was looking for.
I hope to not need you in the future, but am sure that I will. Just one teeny request, would you consider opening a little earlier?
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
This year mother's day was really hard for me, I mostly wanted to stay in bed all day and just let it pass without notice. That seemed a little self indulgent though, so I got out of bed and joined the celebrations. Tim was super sweet with a card and the glider/bench for our front yard that I had been wanting. Later in the afternoon we went to my brother's house for dinner with his family and my parents. Cue the waterworks. Do you remember this little cutie, I call her my baby girl, my heart, Ada Potata, etc., and she is all of that and more. As soon as I walked in her house she gave me a hug and said she they had a present for me. When I asked why she said "of course for Mother's Day". Jami then told me that Ada had told her they needed to find a gift for me because I was the best aunt ever and practically like her mom.
Here is a picture of the gifts. They were all wrapped up in a gift bag with my name.
Monday, May 9, 2011
It was super fun to see several people I knew.
And, lets be honest here, whether I know you or not,
You inspire me.
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Last week we started with piles of bark and a truck full of plants and trees. Luckily this time we had help. T was a huge help at digging and hauling things around and B was my helper with the bark and raking.
I didn't realize he was in the shot, but apparently Everest got in on the action. He mostly just watched and supervised.
Friday, May 6, 2011
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Now if she didn't live so far away (Dallas).
Monday, May 2, 2011
Louie Zamperini is the hero of the book. By the time it was over, I felt like he was my friend, and I was a better person for having known him.
I like to think that the lessons he learned through running helped get him through his ordeals. Knowing that pain is part of the pathway to strength - physical and emotional.
Instead of me telling you about the book, I thought I would let the author. In the words of Laura Hilenbrand:
Eight years ago, an old man told me a story that took my breath away. His name was Louie Zamperini, and from the day I first spoke to him, his almost incomprehensibly dramatic life was my obsession.
It was a horse--the subject of my first book, Seabiscuit: An American Legend--who led me to Louie. As I researched the Depression-era racehorse, I kept coming across stories about Louie, a 1930s track star who endured an amazing odyssey in World War II. I knew only a little about him then, but I couldn’t shake him from my mind. After I finished Seabiscuit, I tracked Louie down, called him and asked about his life. For the next hour, he had me transfixed.
Growing up in California in the 1920s, Louie was a hellraiser, stealing everything edible that he could carry, staging elaborate pranks, getting in fistfights, and bedeviling the local police. But as a teenager, he emerged as one of the greatest runners America had ever seen, competing at the 1936 Berlin Olympics, where he put on a sensational performance, crossed paths with Hitler, and stole a German flag right off the Reich Chancellery. He was preparing for the 1940 Olympics, and closing in on the fabled four-minute mile, when World War II began. Louie joined the Army Air Corps, becoming a bombardier. Stationed on Oahu, he survived harrowing combat, including an epic air battle that ended when his plane crash-landed, some six hundred holes in its fuselage and half the crew seriously wounded.
On a May afternoon in 1943, Louie took off on a search mission for a lost plane. Somewhere over the Pacific, the engines on his bomber failed. The plane plummeted into the sea, leaving Louie and two other men stranded on a tiny raft. Drifting for weeks and thousands of miles, they endured starvation and desperate thirst, sharks that leapt aboard the raft, trying to drag them off, a machine-gun attack from a Japanese bomber, and a typhoon with waves some forty feet high. At last, they spotted an island. As they rowed toward it, unbeknownst to them, a Japanese military boat was lurking nearby. Louie’s journey had only just begun.
That first conversation with Louie was a pivot point in my life. Fascinated by his experiences, and the mystery of how a man could overcome so much, I began a seven-year journey through his story. I found it in diaries, letters and unpublished memoirs; in the memories of his family and friends, fellow Olympians, former American airmen and Japanese veterans; in forgotten papers in archives as far-flung as Oslo and Canberra. Along the way, there were staggering surprises, and Louie’s unlikely, inspiring story came alive for me. It is a tale of daring, defiance, persistence, ingenuity, and the ferocious will of a man who refused to be broken.
The culmination of my journey is my new book, Unbroken: A World War II Story of Survival, Resilience, and Redemption. I hope you are as spellbound by Louie’s life as I am.