People search there whole lives for a true friend and I had the gift of a best friend handed to me back around 2002 when I worked as a graphic designer and office manager for my father's company at Budget Printing Company. She worked as a marketing representative and graphic designer for a local company. We spoke often when she ordered printing jobs for her company. We had lunch almost everyday from that point on and the bond was created and is still there. She is the one and only Joy Henson. One of the best friends I have ever had the honor of having and getting to know and I have been thanking God ever since that he put her in my life. From the moment I first met Joy, I knew we would be friends forever. She is true and genuine, kind and considerate, loving and giving. Her name suits her well because she is a JOY to know and to know her is to love her!
On June 27th she will officially be the new President of the 29 Club and I know without a doubt that she will be the best president ever for our exclusive club. While she may fear the age, I embrace the opportunity to have such a unique and talented woman take the wheel to steer our club into the 2nd half of 2010. We need her for her leadership skills, her ability to communicate with others, her knowledge of party organization, her uncanty ability to never meet a stranger, her ability to make you feel like it will all work out, her courage to keep pressing on no matter what life throws at you, her true genuine love for her family and dog, her passion for life, her beautiful smile and gorgeous blue eyes, her creative brain that never lacks for new ideas, her love for food and fellowship, her ability to make you feel special everyday, her considerate and compassionate side, her knowledge of recipes for any celebration, her excitement for what tomorrow may bring, her ambition to share her knowledge and thoughts on a daily basis and of course her unconditional LOVE!
When the word joy was created it was meant for my best friend - JOY HENSON- The new 29 Club President! I love you JOY!
Happy Living, Loving and Laughing,
Angie Lu
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Where have all the Wild Plums gone?
When I was a little girl, I remember my mom taking us plum picking in the summer. We would just take grocery bags and head out on our search for plums. You could always find us pulled over on the side of the road picking plums not only because they were delicious and free, this was our family outing. Our time to have some fun. I know now that mom did not have the money to take us on some fancy vacation or to buy plums at the store so she made use of what God gave us to keep us happy and entertained. And we were very happy as we filled up our bags with plums a plenty! Mom loved the green ones with salt, my sister loved the ripe reddish purple ones and I loved the half ripe half green. Definitely something for everyone to enjoy with these delicious fruits of the hot Mississippi summer.
But where are they now? I have been on the search for the wild plum trees in our area. Yesterday I traveled one of the same roads that we used to go plum picking and I cannot find a single tree. For many years I have looked and every summer I still cannot find the wild plums of my childhood. Where could they be? How did every God made and free wild plum just disappear? This is driving me crazy because I wanted to share this memory and recreate the tradition with my daughter and let her savor the flavor of this mouth watering fruit.
So with my my taste buds anticipating the flavor memory, a grocery bag in hand and a box of salt, I am off on the trek to find the wild plums. On the sides of roads, in the woods, in the pasture, where ever these little prescious fruits are hiding - I will find them.
As I sing - "Where have all the Wild Plums gone?"
Happy Living, Loving and Laughing,
Angie Lu
But where are they now? I have been on the search for the wild plum trees in our area. Yesterday I traveled one of the same roads that we used to go plum picking and I cannot find a single tree. For many years I have looked and every summer I still cannot find the wild plums of my childhood. Where could they be? How did every God made and free wild plum just disappear? This is driving me crazy because I wanted to share this memory and recreate the tradition with my daughter and let her savor the flavor of this mouth watering fruit.
So with my my taste buds anticipating the flavor memory, a grocery bag in hand and a box of salt, I am off on the trek to find the wild plums. On the sides of roads, in the woods, in the pasture, where ever these little prescious fruits are hiding - I will find them.
As I sing - "Where have all the Wild Plums gone?"
Happy Living, Loving and Laughing,
Angie Lu
Sunday, May 2, 2010
The Quest to Find Aleigh
*I have been writing this story in my head for most of my 29 club years and this morning while I have been up cleaning house, singing and dancing, talking to God, I finally have the courage to do it and I ask you to read along with me as I share this heartfelt journey, chapter by chapter.
The Quest to Find Aleigh
Ava's Story
Chapter 1 - The Best Chore
She looks out the big window of the new house, watching her family work in the yard and the garden, She is 8 1/2 years old and excited that she was given the wonderful chore of babysitting her newborn sister rather than having to pick vegetables or pull weeds in the hot September sun. Yes, she was finally big enough to hold and take care of a real baby not just a plastic baby. Out of all the baby dolls she has and loves, her little sister is the most beautiful baby she has ever seen. Ava knows that if she does a good job then this will become her top chore and she wants this chore to be hers and only hers.
When her step-mom, Darlene, comes in with her long golden locks flying behind her, she proceeds to get water for Ava's father, big sister and little brother. She is excited that baby Aleigh is lying on the quilt Ava had placed on the living room floor, gleefully oohing and cooing with happiness. Ava had just changed her and was warming up a bottle to feed her. Darlene brags on what a great job she is doing and what a big girl she is for taking such good care of her newborn sister. Ava smiles a huge smile as she picks up the baby to feed and rock her in daddy's recliner. She really didn't want her to fall asleep for fear that she would have to head outside and shell peas on the front porch. As long as she held this beautiful real life angelic porcelain looking doll in her arms with her big blue eyes looking up at her, then she couldn't do anything else. Hold and rock her she did. Sing and sway her she did. "Jesus loves you this I know for the Bible tells me so", Ava sings sweetly to her. This was by far the best chore around the house.
A few hours later she is still perched in the big chair rocking back and forth with Aleigh in her arms. Her arms are tired and sweaty. She really needs to go to the bathroom but she just doesn't want to put her down. She would take care of this baby and show her the most love and affection. She would make sure she was happy and never hurt. Ava wants to keep her always and protect her the same way her big sister tries to protect her. Yeah, Arial is a very protective and loving big sister who always tries to keep Ava and her little brother from getting in trouble. Arial is a bit stern at times and overly cautious, much like a mother rather than a sister. That is exactly what Ava wants to be to Aleigh, the perfect big sister.
Arial walks in all red-faced and flustered from the hard work, brown eyes and beautiful long brown curls, by far the pretty sister between the two. She then looks over at the two girls kicked back in the chair, rolls her eyes and shakes her head, "can't believe you get to stay inside while we have to work in the dirt and heat", as she walks past them still rocking. Then Alston runs in red-faced as well but he heads straight to his Hotwheel collection in the corner. Grabbing his favorite bright red Trans-Am as he begins making racing noises and pushing it across the kitchen floor where it hits his dirty shoes before flipping over. "Crash!", he shouts with joy at how the car ended from it's quick ride. Her baby brother Alston is a handsome 6 year old with straight white blond hair. Full of energy and always running around the house, mostly happy but unusually quiet for a young boy. Arial has done a great job as his big sister too, and being the middle child for so long Ava finally feels she is old enough for this big responsibility of babysitting just as her 11 year old sister has done for the past several years.
When their mom and dad divorced it was final on Arial's 9th birthday and ever since she had felt the need to take care of her little sister and brother, especially when they were not at their mom's house. Now that their dad had remarried and they have a new little sister to help with, Ava wanted to show Arial she could do it without her help. That she was a big girl now and could handle the bigger jobs such as this chore of watching Aleigh. Dad opened the back door, and yells for Ariel and Alston to get back to work, "you burning daylight" he shouts, "we still have work to do" as they rush out the door to finish the last few rows in the garden. Ava quickly stands up, carefully puts Aleigh on her shoulder and runs to the back door to show him how happy Aleigh is with her newest sitter. He smiles that proud father smile every kid longs for and says "good job A, keep it up" and Ava beams with joy to have pleased him. She wants so bad to make her daddy proud of her and today she did. No longer the middle child but the second in line of the four A's, Arial, Ava, Alston and now Aleigh to complete the sibling foursome.
Babysitting Aleigh, is by far the best chore and Ava had done a good job. She could only hope that next Saturday it would be hers again, as she puts the tiny pink bow back in Aleigh's strawberry blond hair and kisses her on her chubby little cherub check.
*Remember that the power of your words impact your children for life, make sure to fill them with positive and kind words to help them grow to be strong and happy adults.
Hope you enjoyed this first chapter. Give me your feedback.
Until the next chapter . . .
Happy Living, Loving and Laughing,
Angie Lu
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Breastfeeding etiquette - Air Force 1?
I dedicate this blog to all you beautiful and amazing mother's out there who are breastfeeding your little miracles and commend you for being such wonderful women!
Last Sunday night as we boarded the Southwest flight from Houston, TX to Jackson, MS, I noticed a mother who I had seen in the airport with a her young child sitting in the second row in the first seat with no one sitting next to her. I also realized that no one was there (so I thought) because she had an infant was why no one had sat next to her, so being the mother that I am, I sat next to her at the window seat. Both of my children headed on to the back to sit where ever they could find but my hubby decided to sit in the middle sitting between us.
As we ooohed and coohed at this uniquely cute child that looked remarkably like Opie from the Andy Griffith show, we made idle conversation to pass the time and try to keep him happy before take off. The baby was teething and as soon as we began taxiing down the runway he became fussy. Mark and I tried to console him to no avail and I said "he is so cute, how old is he" and she said "one year" and that they were flying for the first time for him to meet his grandparents in Jackson. I quickly responded, "what is his name?" and she said "Obama".
This is the first baby I have met with our current President's name, so I was not sure how to respond but it was evident that she was very proud of them being from Sebastapool, CA. Yes, not Sebastapool, MS but there is a Sebastapool in the state of California even though she is from Jackson and married a man from California.
While we were a little shocked, we proceeded to make "Obama" happy but to no avail. (I worn you men out there that what happened next was uncomfortable.) Obama's Momma lifted up her shirt and whipped out her left breast to feed him. Not discretely but she literally lifted her shirt and pulled up her bra to expose herself for all the plane to see.
She did not warn us or ask us to please excuse her but she lifted up her top and pushed up her bra to pull out her boob and begin to feed her baby. Words can not begin to express the unprepared reaction by my husband seated in clear view of her exposure or myself. We were not prepared for this moment of what I consider a natural private moment with a mother and child. Even the people sitting on the row next or in front of her were shocked at her boldness and her lack of preparing us for this bold moment between mother and child. Needless to say myself and my hubby reacted with shock and embarrassment but Obama's Momma just did what she felt she had to do at no regard to the other's on the plane around her.
Priceless!
I think that breast feeding your child is an amazing and intimate moment between a mother and her child, but I immediately felt that she was rude to not warn or prepare us for such a show of intimacy. Breastfeeding is a beautiful and precious thing for both, yet myself and hubby were shocked to say the least that she just "whipped it out" without and forwarning or a second thought for the people around her.
Moral to this blog is: No matter what you name your child and if you breastfeed your child that does not give you the right to blatantly in public, pop out your breast and feed "Obama", unless you are flying privately on Air Force 1.
Just sayin'!
Thanks for the fabulous laugh because my hubby's reaction was priceless but from now on could you just please let your flying neighbors have a friendly warning of what you are about to do or at least put a blanket or something to hide your milk filled breast feeding your baby so that it doesn't offend others trying to fly home.
That is why I love to travel because you expose yourself "literally" to new and unexpected things! Who would have ever thought that I would meet baby Obama and his Momma on a plane! Hilarious!
What do you think?
Happy Living, Loving and Laughing!
Angie Lu
Last Sunday night as we boarded the Southwest flight from Houston, TX to Jackson, MS, I noticed a mother who I had seen in the airport with a her young child sitting in the second row in the first seat with no one sitting next to her. I also realized that no one was there (so I thought) because she had an infant was why no one had sat next to her, so being the mother that I am, I sat next to her at the window seat. Both of my children headed on to the back to sit where ever they could find but my hubby decided to sit in the middle sitting between us.
As we ooohed and coohed at this uniquely cute child that looked remarkably like Opie from the Andy Griffith show, we made idle conversation to pass the time and try to keep him happy before take off. The baby was teething and as soon as we began taxiing down the runway he became fussy. Mark and I tried to console him to no avail and I said "he is so cute, how old is he" and she said "one year" and that they were flying for the first time for him to meet his grandparents in Jackson. I quickly responded, "what is his name?" and she said "Obama".
This is the first baby I have met with our current President's name, so I was not sure how to respond but it was evident that she was very proud of them being from Sebastapool, CA. Yes, not Sebastapool, MS but there is a Sebastapool in the state of California even though she is from Jackson and married a man from California.
While we were a little shocked, we proceeded to make "Obama" happy but to no avail. (I worn you men out there that what happened next was uncomfortable.) Obama's Momma lifted up her shirt and whipped out her left breast to feed him. Not discretely but she literally lifted her shirt and pulled up her bra to expose herself for all the plane to see.
She did not warn us or ask us to please excuse her but she lifted up her top and pushed up her bra to pull out her boob and begin to feed her baby. Words can not begin to express the unprepared reaction by my husband seated in clear view of her exposure or myself. We were not prepared for this moment of what I consider a natural private moment with a mother and child. Even the people sitting on the row next or in front of her were shocked at her boldness and her lack of preparing us for this bold moment between mother and child. Needless to say myself and my hubby reacted with shock and embarrassment but Obama's Momma just did what she felt she had to do at no regard to the other's on the plane around her.
Priceless!
I think that breast feeding your child is an amazing and intimate moment between a mother and her child, but I immediately felt that she was rude to not warn or prepare us for such a show of intimacy. Breastfeeding is a beautiful and precious thing for both, yet myself and hubby were shocked to say the least that she just "whipped it out" without and forwarning or a second thought for the people around her.
Moral to this blog is: No matter what you name your child and if you breastfeed your child that does not give you the right to blatantly in public, pop out your breast and feed "Obama", unless you are flying privately on Air Force 1.
Just sayin'!
Thanks for the fabulous laugh because my hubby's reaction was priceless but from now on could you just please let your flying neighbors have a friendly warning of what you are about to do or at least put a blanket or something to hide your milk filled breast feeding your baby so that it doesn't offend others trying to fly home.
That is why I love to travel because you expose yourself "literally" to new and unexpected things! Who would have ever thought that I would meet baby Obama and his Momma on a plane! Hilarious!
What do you think?
Happy Living, Loving and Laughing!
Angie Lu
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
The Bulgarian and The Southern Belle
Wow, I cannot believe that the "BIG" wedding day for one of my best friends is finally almost here. After almost 3 years of planning this fabulous event it is about here. As I have stated before this will be my 8th time to have the honor of being a bridesmaid and this Saturday, in Austin, TX, I will walk down the isle representing my favorite Bulgarian. Yes, Maria is originally from Bulgaria and I remember dearly the first time I ever laid eyes on her. My father has a local printing company, Budget Printing in Acme Plaza, and we hired Maria as a graphic designer intern while she was at MCC. From the moment I met Maria we became fast friends and I was amazed at how organized and enthusiastic she was. After having many people apply for the job it was no doubt that she was the one! And we fast became the Bulgarian and the Southern Belle to everyone. The modern day odd couple and I quickly began to learn from her fantastic work ethic, dedication, and unique way of thinking plus I was happy to share my southern belle knowledge with her.
She only worked with us for a year before heading off to finish her degree at Southern in Hattiesburg and now I am proud to say that she has her own design firm in Austin, TX. Very accomplished for such a young woman. Pride is an understatement of what I feel when I speak of her. I feel like she is my little sister and I am blessed to have the opportunity to be a part of her wedding this weekend. With many events planned for the weekend, it is sure to be the event of the year for me and my family.
Early Friday morning we will fly out to Austin and begin the festivities. I found a gorgeous rehearsal dinner dress today and of course the beautiful "strawberry preserves" designer gown that I will wear for the wedding at the Austin Museum of Art overlooking the beautiful hills and elaborate homes that fleck the landscape. We will be staying at the historic Driskel Hotel in downtown Austin and I cannot wait to take this wedding road trip to experience new things with all of the bridal party. (Be sure to check out the 393 Road Trip article that I wrote for our bridesmaid bachelorette get-a-way to New Orleans in the April/May issue of 393 Magazine.)
A friendship fairytale is coming true as she begins the step of marriage and I will be there with her to share this new beginning. Always be open to the new person that God will on a whim place into your life because you are sure to find a new friend that will positively change your life forever. The new chapter of the Bulgarian and the Southern Belle is about to begin and I cannot wait. Thanks Maria, I love you!
Happy Living, Loving and Laughing,
Angie Lu
The Southern Belle
She only worked with us for a year before heading off to finish her degree at Southern in Hattiesburg and now I am proud to say that she has her own design firm in Austin, TX. Very accomplished for such a young woman. Pride is an understatement of what I feel when I speak of her. I feel like she is my little sister and I am blessed to have the opportunity to be a part of her wedding this weekend. With many events planned for the weekend, it is sure to be the event of the year for me and my family.
Early Friday morning we will fly out to Austin and begin the festivities. I found a gorgeous rehearsal dinner dress today and of course the beautiful "strawberry preserves" designer gown that I will wear for the wedding at the Austin Museum of Art overlooking the beautiful hills and elaborate homes that fleck the landscape. We will be staying at the historic Driskel Hotel in downtown Austin and I cannot wait to take this wedding road trip to experience new things with all of the bridal party. (Be sure to check out the 393 Road Trip article that I wrote for our bridesmaid bachelorette get-a-way to New Orleans in the April/May issue of 393 Magazine.)
A friendship fairytale is coming true as she begins the step of marriage and I will be there with her to share this new beginning. Always be open to the new person that God will on a whim place into your life because you are sure to find a new friend that will positively change your life forever. The new chapter of the Bulgarian and the Southern Belle is about to begin and I cannot wait. Thanks Maria, I love you!
Happy Living, Loving and Laughing,
Angie Lu
The Southern Belle
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Hey Mom - Dad - can I drive?
Ahhh yes, don't you remember? Your first time to ever get behind the wheel and the wide open road. Yes, seems just like yesterday I was getting my first driving lesson as a young teen and one thing is for sure it was a learning experience from both parents. Mom was sure to freak out and tell me to pull over because I didn't stop just right at that stop sign but she was always singing along on the ride in her blue Chevy Chevette until you scared her. That poor Chevette went through 4 girls learning to drive and we all have great memories of that car. Now Dad was another story he loved to have you get in his old pick-up truck named Betsy that shifted on the column and he would make you back down the "L" shaped drive-way and drive up it until you got it. Even though I managed to plow up his garden many times before I caught on, he hung in there and just laughed because he was having so much fun. I loved Sunday afternoon because he would let me drive him to the "dump" to look for lost treasure and back.
I remember my first car I bought and paid for myself - for only $500 cash - it was a 4-door blue dodge automatic that the brakes barely worked so you had to pump them and pray that you would stop in time before you hit someone. People always cleared a path when they saw me coming in my "Big Blue". It was all mine and I was so proud of it - until Mom road with me one day and after pumping til my legs hurt to stop I had to run the redlight and into a parking lot where Mom was so freaked out with fear she made me let her drive (and pump the brakes too). Yeah and now it is my turn again to begin that milestone of parenting where you teach your child to drive.
For the last two weeks every chance my daughter gets she is asking for us to let her drive. With nerves of steel I finally gave in the other night and now she is waking up extra early and staying up extra late for the hope of talking her Dad or me into working with her home driver's ed in the driveway or pasture. My Dad has graciously volunteered the fabulous "L"driveway and his pick-up, so I think since I want her to know how to drive a standard - then it is off to Papaw's soon. I will just let him laugh and have fun at this driving lesson since I am more like my Mom and would rather me be in control of the wheel. I did survive my son learning how to become a good driver, so I know she will be one too but Lord give me patience as we get through once again another parenting challenge that is sure to be some great and funny memories in a few years.
Happy Living, Loving, Laughing and driving,
Angie Lu
I remember my first car I bought and paid for myself - for only $500 cash - it was a 4-door blue dodge automatic that the brakes barely worked so you had to pump them and pray that you would stop in time before you hit someone. People always cleared a path when they saw me coming in my "Big Blue". It was all mine and I was so proud of it - until Mom road with me one day and after pumping til my legs hurt to stop I had to run the redlight and into a parking lot where Mom was so freaked out with fear she made me let her drive (and pump the brakes too). Yeah and now it is my turn again to begin that milestone of parenting where you teach your child to drive.
For the last two weeks every chance my daughter gets she is asking for us to let her drive. With nerves of steel I finally gave in the other night and now she is waking up extra early and staying up extra late for the hope of talking her Dad or me into working with her home driver's ed in the driveway or pasture. My Dad has graciously volunteered the fabulous "L"driveway and his pick-up, so I think since I want her to know how to drive a standard - then it is off to Papaw's soon. I will just let him laugh and have fun at this driving lesson since I am more like my Mom and would rather me be in control of the wheel. I did survive my son learning how to become a good driver, so I know she will be one too but Lord give me patience as we get through once again another parenting challenge that is sure to be some great and funny memories in a few years.
Happy Living, Loving, Laughing and driving,
Angie Lu
Saturday, March 20, 2010
There are good and honest people in this world!
I just received a phone call from my daughter, well I thought it was my daughter since it was her number that showed up on my phone. But when I answered, it was a young girl that said she had just found this phone in the ladies room at her condo. After a muffled consversation (you know how hard it is to get a good connection in those big condos) I realized that she was at the same condo that my daughter is staying at with all her girlfriends in Orange Beach. While I am talking to her my son is calling on the other line because she had called him as well.
Can you believe that this young girl found a high dollar iphone while on vacation and was kind enough to #1 not steal it,#2 make the effort to make several calls to figure out who owned the phone and #3 stay in the lobby until my daughter got there to retrieve it from her. Needless to say my daughter was ecstatic with relief because it would have spelled big trouble for her if she had not gotten her phone back. Big, huge, gigantic trouble would have come her way!
I never did get this sweet young ladies name but in my eyes right now she is a kind and considerate person in a world that I at times think is evil and corrupt. A true angel on this earth. Yes, my faith in honesty and integrity is restored thanks to one act of kindness.
Have you ever found something expensive like that and made such an effort to return it? Would you do the same as this young teenager did? Hmmmmmmm?
Make an effort to do good things everyday and pay it forward because one act of kindness can really make a difference. And to this beautiful young girl I send my most sincere thanks for not just doing what is right but for showing us all that good does prevail in a world where what we mostly hear about are bad stories.
Go do something good and share it with others. You will make their day and hopefully inspire them to do something good too! Maybe if we all pay it forward more often we would hear more about great acts such as this.
Happy Living, Loving and Laughing,
Angie Lu
Can you believe that this young girl found a high dollar iphone while on vacation and was kind enough to #1 not steal it,#2 make the effort to make several calls to figure out who owned the phone and #3 stay in the lobby until my daughter got there to retrieve it from her. Needless to say my daughter was ecstatic with relief because it would have spelled big trouble for her if she had not gotten her phone back. Big, huge, gigantic trouble would have come her way!
I never did get this sweet young ladies name but in my eyes right now she is a kind and considerate person in a world that I at times think is evil and corrupt. A true angel on this earth. Yes, my faith in honesty and integrity is restored thanks to one act of kindness.
Have you ever found something expensive like that and made such an effort to return it? Would you do the same as this young teenager did? Hmmmmmmm?
Make an effort to do good things everyday and pay it forward because one act of kindness can really make a difference. And to this beautiful young girl I send my most sincere thanks for not just doing what is right but for showing us all that good does prevail in a world where what we mostly hear about are bad stories.
Go do something good and share it with others. You will make their day and hopefully inspire them to do something good too! Maybe if we all pay it forward more often we would hear more about great acts such as this.
Happy Living, Loving and Laughing,
Angie Lu
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Kids at the beach and I'm working . . . SAY WHAT?
Okay, what is wrong with this picture? I am home working my fingers to the bone, cleaning house, keeping up my full time job, paying bills, insurance, etc. and my kids are playing at the beach for spring break. My son left last Saturday and my daughter left today to go play in the sand and surf for a few days. While I must admit that I am happy for them, I am irratated that I have to stay home and keep working while they enjoy themselves. Isn't it supposed to be the other way around. Shouldn't I be stretched out on a sandy beach drinking something delicious with an umbrella in it as the coastal breeze blows my hair. Shouldn't I be walking down the sundrenched Gulf Coast watching the gorgeous fiery orange sunset as I daydream about the good life?
As a parent I do believe that the times have drastically changed since I was little. Actually I rarely remember ever taking a spring break vacation. I remember having to work that entire week by doing chores or babysitting my cousins. Now don't get me wrong, I had a great childhood for the most part, it was just that my parents always had to work and they in turn required us children to do our part to keep the house running smoothly.
I know that it is thanks to my parents making me do my part that I have such a hard work ethic today and I do feel that sometimes I have failed as a parent by not requiring my children to have to do the same. It was my goal as a mother to give my children the things I did not have, to allow them to be who they are and encourage them to do good everyday. To keep God first in their lives and be happy. Did I go wrong? My pride says, NO! but as I sit here typing I have to wonder if I could have and should have done better. I do have two very good children that are kind and courteous but I have got to get them to help me and their dad more so that they are efficient adults.
All that being said I am making a pact from this point forward to make a change for the better and the next time it is vacation for the kids I will let them know that their Dad and I get to go play before anyone else does and if they are allowed to come along this is a team effort as a family. Everyone has to pull their own weight to keep the ship sailing. Wish me luck.
Oh and yeah I did just get back from a girls weekend to New Orleans but that doesn't count. Right?
Wishing you all a very happy spring break!
Happy Living, Loving & Lauging,
Angie Lu
As a parent I do believe that the times have drastically changed since I was little. Actually I rarely remember ever taking a spring break vacation. I remember having to work that entire week by doing chores or babysitting my cousins. Now don't get me wrong, I had a great childhood for the most part, it was just that my parents always had to work and they in turn required us children to do our part to keep the house running smoothly.
I know that it is thanks to my parents making me do my part that I have such a hard work ethic today and I do feel that sometimes I have failed as a parent by not requiring my children to have to do the same. It was my goal as a mother to give my children the things I did not have, to allow them to be who they are and encourage them to do good everyday. To keep God first in their lives and be happy. Did I go wrong? My pride says, NO! but as I sit here typing I have to wonder if I could have and should have done better. I do have two very good children that are kind and courteous but I have got to get them to help me and their dad more so that they are efficient adults.
All that being said I am making a pact from this point forward to make a change for the better and the next time it is vacation for the kids I will let them know that their Dad and I get to go play before anyone else does and if they are allowed to come along this is a team effort as a family. Everyone has to pull their own weight to keep the ship sailing. Wish me luck.
Oh and yeah I did just get back from a girls weekend to New Orleans but that doesn't count. Right?
Wishing you all a very happy spring break!
Happy Living, Loving & Lauging,
Angie Lu
Monday, March 8, 2010
The 29 Club President - again!
Today is my 29th birthday again and I am proud to say that by a unanimous vote I have been elected the president of this exclusive organization. It is with great honor that I except this responsibility for the, uh I can't say how many times but every year it is more special and exciting than the year before. As the 29 Club President, again, I will be there for all of my fellow 29 Club members by being your voice, by being your sounding board, by helping you to feel better, by laughing at your sillyness, by doing whatever it takes to be your true friend in times of need or just to be there for no reason except for the fact that I want to be. That is what we as club members agree to do. Just be there for each other. It is that simple.
If you would like to be the V.P., Secretary, Treasurer and any other big name in the club just let me know your title, first come first serve. Make up your own title, no real rules here because there are no fussy meetings, vote yay or nays, none of that stuff that make you fall asleep in real meetings. Just lots of fun and laughter in our club. So, if you have a great story to tell we want to hear about it.
I am excited to say that I am working on our official "29 Club" logo and t-shirt design. If you are a member or about to be a member soon then I want to say congratulations for becoming a part of our prestigious club that will always make you feel better about yourself and help you on a daily basis just to be happy. So, if you are just turning 29 or have been 29 for years, then you are a member just for that reason alone. Give me a shotout and let me know how it feels to be in such a unique and powerful group of women. Our official motto for the 29 Club is "We will be happy together". Just join in, it's that easy but of course you must be 29 to be a member.
Thank you for giving me the happy honor of being your 29 Club President again and I hope and pray that you will allow me this opportunity for many more years to come. Now let's go have some fun!
Happy Living, Loving and Laughing,
Angie Lu
If you would like to be the V.P., Secretary, Treasurer and any other big name in the club just let me know your title, first come first serve. Make up your own title, no real rules here because there are no fussy meetings, vote yay or nays, none of that stuff that make you fall asleep in real meetings. Just lots of fun and laughter in our club. So, if you have a great story to tell we want to hear about it.
I am excited to say that I am working on our official "29 Club" logo and t-shirt design. If you are a member or about to be a member soon then I want to say congratulations for becoming a part of our prestigious club that will always make you feel better about yourself and help you on a daily basis just to be happy. So, if you are just turning 29 or have been 29 for years, then you are a member just for that reason alone. Give me a shotout and let me know how it feels to be in such a unique and powerful group of women. Our official motto for the 29 Club is "We will be happy together". Just join in, it's that easy but of course you must be 29 to be a member.
Thank you for giving me the happy honor of being your 29 Club President again and I hope and pray that you will allow me this opportunity for many more years to come. Now let's go have some fun!
Happy Living, Loving and Laughing,
Angie Lu
Monday, March 1, 2010
A package is at the door.
Today when I got home from work I noticed that a big box was at the front door. Yes, the bridesmaid gown has arrived! I had received an email last week that it had been shipped. It is a special made designer gown, designed just for me, not one of those horrific things that you never want to put on again. I feel like a child at Christmas. I am so nervous. What will it look like? What if it doesn't fit? I sent my measurements about 3 months ago to the designer, Ciarla Bride, yet I have not been working out the way I had planned so that my shape matched the measurements I actually sent - oops - so much for that New Year's resolution.
Oh, I cannot wait to see it any longer, let's open the box together - rip, rip, tear, tear and we are in the box. So far so good. It is wrapped in tissue and packaged safely in a hanging bag. Wow, it is gorgeous, the color is strawberry preserves, sounds yummy and it looks even better than the color sounds. I have never had a dress made especially for me by a designer - this is fun. Think I will just hang it up and wait a bit to try it on.
This is my 8th time to be a bridesmaid, and one thing is for sure, bridesmaid gowns have come a long way since the 80's. I remember in high school I was in my friend Penny's wedding at Valentine's day and the dress I wore that time was a bright red satin with shoes the same color. I also wore that gown to the prom and had a bright red sun-burn to match (using a tanning lamp - do those things exist anymore?). Right out of high school I was in my friend Suzy's wedding and we wore a bright blue satin gown with a big bow on the back and the big 80's hair to complete the look. I am proud to say that both of those girlfriends are still happily married 20 plus years later. It is such an honor to be asked to be a bridesmaid and it amazes me that at my age (I will be 29 again next Monday) I have the honor of standing beside a very close friend as she takes the step of marriage.
Most every little girl dreams of her wedding day. A day that is supposed to be the most special day in your life, a day where you are the princess and everyone comes to admire how beautiful you are. Unfortunately, I did not get that opportunity because my husband and I were scared of having a big wedding and decided to "just do it" the easy way. After we got married every time we went to a wedding I would punch Mark and say "I wanted a big beautiful wedding" but he would always just laugh and say that a big fancy wedding doesn't mean you will be happily married for ever, it takes only love.
This wedding is for my friend Maria who now lives in Austin. We first met about 8 years ago when I hired her at my father's printing company as a graphic designer. We became fast friends and she really is like a little sister to me. After completing her degree she ended up moving to Austin, TX to start her own agency called The Mod Studio. I am so proud of her and all her acomplishments. Her wedding will be on April 10th at the Austin Museum of Art. They are pulling out all the bells and whistles for it. When Scott proposed to her about 3 years ago it seemed like an eternity away and now here we are only 5 weeks until the big day and that gorgeous gown is staring at me with all of it's strawberry glory. I am terrified. I should be a natural since I have done this so many times before but every time I get crazy with excitement and want to make my friends day be special. Why did she ask me?
True friends are a rare thing and it blesses my heart that I have such great friends that they would trust me to be a part of their "story book" day. And honestly, I am planning on this wedding being like my "vow renewal" since it is going to be the big shindig event of 2010 for my family. We will all fly out on that Friday before and take part in all the pre-wedding, wedding and post-wedding festivities. They even have a website to assist all the guests in planning for their big day. She is truely a modern day bride.
Okay, the moment of truth, let me run try it on before the family get's home in case it won't zip.
Squeeze, suck in, and zip. It fits! Yeah the dress fits. A little to do but nothing major and the color looks fab on me. I like it - actually I love it.
The beauty of real love, is that it is unconditional and even if I didn't love the gown, I love my friend and I will wear my designer bridesmaid gown with pride and happiness in support of her and the journey she is about to take. I know my years of marrital bliss will be very helpful to her after the wedding when she is calling for advice.
And I hate to admit it, my hubby is right, what it really takes to be happy is "love".
Now, what shoes to wear? Looks like I see shoe shopping in my future. One thing is for sure I love shoes! Wanna go with me?
Happy Living, Loving and Laughing,
Angie Lu
"always the bridesmaid and proud of it"
Oh, I cannot wait to see it any longer, let's open the box together - rip, rip, tear, tear and we are in the box. So far so good. It is wrapped in tissue and packaged safely in a hanging bag. Wow, it is gorgeous, the color is strawberry preserves, sounds yummy and it looks even better than the color sounds. I have never had a dress made especially for me by a designer - this is fun. Think I will just hang it up and wait a bit to try it on.
This is my 8th time to be a bridesmaid, and one thing is for sure, bridesmaid gowns have come a long way since the 80's. I remember in high school I was in my friend Penny's wedding at Valentine's day and the dress I wore that time was a bright red satin with shoes the same color. I also wore that gown to the prom and had a bright red sun-burn to match (using a tanning lamp - do those things exist anymore?). Right out of high school I was in my friend Suzy's wedding and we wore a bright blue satin gown with a big bow on the back and the big 80's hair to complete the look. I am proud to say that both of those girlfriends are still happily married 20 plus years later. It is such an honor to be asked to be a bridesmaid and it amazes me that at my age (I will be 29 again next Monday) I have the honor of standing beside a very close friend as she takes the step of marriage.
Most every little girl dreams of her wedding day. A day that is supposed to be the most special day in your life, a day where you are the princess and everyone comes to admire how beautiful you are. Unfortunately, I did not get that opportunity because my husband and I were scared of having a big wedding and decided to "just do it" the easy way. After we got married every time we went to a wedding I would punch Mark and say "I wanted a big beautiful wedding" but he would always just laugh and say that a big fancy wedding doesn't mean you will be happily married for ever, it takes only love.
This wedding is for my friend Maria who now lives in Austin. We first met about 8 years ago when I hired her at my father's printing company as a graphic designer. We became fast friends and she really is like a little sister to me. After completing her degree she ended up moving to Austin, TX to start her own agency called The Mod Studio. I am so proud of her and all her acomplishments. Her wedding will be on April 10th at the Austin Museum of Art. They are pulling out all the bells and whistles for it. When Scott proposed to her about 3 years ago it seemed like an eternity away and now here we are only 5 weeks until the big day and that gorgeous gown is staring at me with all of it's strawberry glory. I am terrified. I should be a natural since I have done this so many times before but every time I get crazy with excitement and want to make my friends day be special. Why did she ask me?
True friends are a rare thing and it blesses my heart that I have such great friends that they would trust me to be a part of their "story book" day. And honestly, I am planning on this wedding being like my "vow renewal" since it is going to be the big shindig event of 2010 for my family. We will all fly out on that Friday before and take part in all the pre-wedding, wedding and post-wedding festivities. They even have a website to assist all the guests in planning for their big day. She is truely a modern day bride.
Okay, the moment of truth, let me run try it on before the family get's home in case it won't zip.
Squeeze, suck in, and zip. It fits! Yeah the dress fits. A little to do but nothing major and the color looks fab on me. I like it - actually I love it.
The beauty of real love, is that it is unconditional and even if I didn't love the gown, I love my friend and I will wear my designer bridesmaid gown with pride and happiness in support of her and the journey she is about to take. I know my years of marrital bliss will be very helpful to her after the wedding when she is calling for advice.
And I hate to admit it, my hubby is right, what it really takes to be happy is "love".
Now, what shoes to wear? Looks like I see shoe shopping in my future. One thing is for sure I love shoes! Wanna go with me?
Happy Living, Loving and Laughing,
Angie Lu
"always the bridesmaid and proud of it"
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Laughter - my workout of choice!
If laughter is the best medicine, then why don't we do more of it? I read recently that a good "belly laugh" burns more calories than walking for 20 minutes and it strenthens the abs. What fabulous news for us all. Just by laughing you are going to live longer and be healthier and happier.
When was the last time you had a really good laugh? I mean the kind of laughter that makes your eyes tear up and you have to bend over at the waist. That is the "laughing work-out", you will feel the burn from your head to your toes and feel so much better when you get finished laughing. Want to try it? No need to ask your doctor for permission before trying this work-out and it is great for all ages. Here goes . . . HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
NOW GO HAVE SOME FUN AND LAUGH!
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Let the Braces Begin! Again!
On your mark, get set, BRACE!
Today started my daughters 2nd round of braces. She had to get spacers to start her journey to straight, beautiful teeth. In this world of perfection. No one has crooked teeth anymore, do they? Actually her situation is a little more serious than that, she complains "why did I have to get bad teeth?"
I remember when my son got braces he did not speak with me for weeks, nor smile very often because as he said, "if God had wanted me to have straight teeth, he would have given me straight teeth!" How do you answer to that? And of course 4 years later when he finally got them off, he did not wear his retainer and basically he thinks it was a waste of money that caused much mental trauma for him. I think his teeth look great and it was worth it.
As her parent, it is mine and her father's responsibility to take care of her and when the orthodontist tells us she has an "open bite" and this is a must, I feel as if I have no choice. She is not an easy case and what else are you to do but trust what the doctor says for her to do. This is more complicated than just normal braces. The only other alternative is major jaw surgery, so we chose the non-surgical route.
Her first round started at the age of 9 with top and bottom braces and also head gear. Yeah, I said "head gear", basically a hockey mask that you attach to your child's face using rubber bands. And I had to "jack her up" one time every night with the palate spreader in the roof of her mouth, too. Still give me chills thinking of doing that. Each night during that year of treatment I would kneel over her and pray that she would not wake up and freak out with this mask over her face. As a parent, we have to help our children understand the rules of "do what the doctor says!" Now this round of braces they are going to try a new procedure that involves putting small screws inside her mouth with rubber bands to fix her bite. I am nervous for her but I know she will do great and it will all work out for the best in the end, just dread the drama and trauma it will cause in her life. She made the statement to me last night that she had had such a great day yesterday until she found out she had to go to the orthodontist. Oh sweet child of mine, it blesses my heart that the only thing that caused you grief today is our journey to give you straight, beautiful, pretty and white teeth.
I know many of you out there have been through the braces journey, so any advice on how to deal with this parenting issue is much needed and appreciated.
Off to the "braces"!
Happy Living, Loving & Laughing,
Angie Lu
Today started my daughters 2nd round of braces. She had to get spacers to start her journey to straight, beautiful teeth. In this world of perfection. No one has crooked teeth anymore, do they? Actually her situation is a little more serious than that, she complains "why did I have to get bad teeth?"
I remember when my son got braces he did not speak with me for weeks, nor smile very often because as he said, "if God had wanted me to have straight teeth, he would have given me straight teeth!" How do you answer to that? And of course 4 years later when he finally got them off, he did not wear his retainer and basically he thinks it was a waste of money that caused much mental trauma for him. I think his teeth look great and it was worth it.
As her parent, it is mine and her father's responsibility to take care of her and when the orthodontist tells us she has an "open bite" and this is a must, I feel as if I have no choice. She is not an easy case and what else are you to do but trust what the doctor says for her to do. This is more complicated than just normal braces. The only other alternative is major jaw surgery, so we chose the non-surgical route.
Her first round started at the age of 9 with top and bottom braces and also head gear. Yeah, I said "head gear", basically a hockey mask that you attach to your child's face using rubber bands. And I had to "jack her up" one time every night with the palate spreader in the roof of her mouth, too. Still give me chills thinking of doing that. Each night during that year of treatment I would kneel over her and pray that she would not wake up and freak out with this mask over her face. As a parent, we have to help our children understand the rules of "do what the doctor says!" Now this round of braces they are going to try a new procedure that involves putting small screws inside her mouth with rubber bands to fix her bite. I am nervous for her but I know she will do great and it will all work out for the best in the end, just dread the drama and trauma it will cause in her life. She made the statement to me last night that she had had such a great day yesterday until she found out she had to go to the orthodontist. Oh sweet child of mine, it blesses my heart that the only thing that caused you grief today is our journey to give you straight, beautiful, pretty and white teeth.
I know many of you out there have been through the braces journey, so any advice on how to deal with this parenting issue is much needed and appreciated.
Off to the "braces"!
Happy Living, Loving & Laughing,
Angie Lu
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
When the phone rings in the middle of the night!
At 12:30 a.m. the phone rings and your heart races. You know this cannot be good. Never in my life do I remember the phone ringing after midnight and it not being bad news - right? As the Mother of a 20 year old college student and a 14 year old, I am always on mental alert after going to bed. When your babies are young some nights it is so hard to get rest, or when they hit the terrible twos and are throwing temper tantrums, or when they go to pre-school for the first time, or when they get bullied at school and come home crying because their feelings are hurt (your first reaction is to defend and protect them always), we think these are the most difficult times as a parent. One thing is for sure those times are hard on us parents and amazingly gratifying at the same time but I remember always being able to hold my children and comfort them, just be there and love them. Being able to put a band-aid on the boo-boo, kiss it and make it all better. The joy of parenting that fills your heart is seeing the unconditional love in your child's eyes when you are there for them and you are rewarded with a hug, kiss and an "I love you Mommy".
Last night or should I say early this morning when the phone rings and I am jolted from a deep sleep to have my heart almost jump from my chest with fear and worry, I noticed that the name that appeared was "Double D". My son, the college student, was calling me and it couldn't be good because the last time he called me that late he was on the way to the emergency room to get stitches. He had just been home this past weekend and I had a great time catching up with him on the many exciting things going on in his new, independent life in Starkville. Every time I see him now I am awed by what a handsome and self-confident young man he is turning out to be. My husband and I worked hard to raise him to be a kind, self-assured, God loving man. And I am proud to say he is a true gentleman and makes me beam with pride. I love my Doodle man! As my eyes filled with tears, I say, "What's wrong son"? What happened?" And he gently replies, "How are you Mom?" and I think - okay he needs money - did he get a speeding ticket? what could it be? and then he say's with a rattled voice, "I don't feel good, Mom. I can't sleep. My ear hurts - bad!" My heart skipped a few beats as I register that my son, a young adult, had called me to help him feel better with an earache (thank God, nothing too serious) and ask my advice on what to do for it. He still needs me! Even if he is a few hours away and I can't nurture him in person but I am there with him on the phone as he walks through the drugstore to get ear drops and something for the pain. My baby boy needed me and I was there, even though I couldn't put a band-aid on it , kiss it and make it better, I could talk with him, encourage him and be there for him. After hearing his "I love you Mom"then hanging up the phone, I had a prideful, worried momma cry, and checked on my beautiful teenager sleeping softly in her bed, I dropped to my knees and said a prayer. A long while later I was finally able to drift back off to my usual guarded parent sleep.
Of course, now today, things are back to normal because I cannot get him on the phone to let me know how he is, so as the old saying goes hopefully "no news, is good news". Here's to all you hard working, loving parents out there, we will get through the stages of parenting together!
Happy Living, Loving and Laughing,
Angie Lu
Last night or should I say early this morning when the phone rings and I am jolted from a deep sleep to have my heart almost jump from my chest with fear and worry, I noticed that the name that appeared was "Double D". My son, the college student, was calling me and it couldn't be good because the last time he called me that late he was on the way to the emergency room to get stitches. He had just been home this past weekend and I had a great time catching up with him on the many exciting things going on in his new, independent life in Starkville. Every time I see him now I am awed by what a handsome and self-confident young man he is turning out to be. My husband and I worked hard to raise him to be a kind, self-assured, God loving man. And I am proud to say he is a true gentleman and makes me beam with pride. I love my Doodle man! As my eyes filled with tears, I say, "What's wrong son"? What happened?" And he gently replies, "How are you Mom?" and I think - okay he needs money - did he get a speeding ticket? what could it be? and then he say's with a rattled voice, "I don't feel good, Mom. I can't sleep. My ear hurts - bad!" My heart skipped a few beats as I register that my son, a young adult, had called me to help him feel better with an earache (thank God, nothing too serious) and ask my advice on what to do for it. He still needs me! Even if he is a few hours away and I can't nurture him in person but I am there with him on the phone as he walks through the drugstore to get ear drops and something for the pain. My baby boy needed me and I was there, even though I couldn't put a band-aid on it , kiss it and make it better, I could talk with him, encourage him and be there for him. After hearing his "I love you Mom"then hanging up the phone, I had a prideful, worried momma cry, and checked on my beautiful teenager sleeping softly in her bed, I dropped to my knees and said a prayer. A long while later I was finally able to drift back off to my usual guarded parent sleep.
Of course, now today, things are back to normal because I cannot get him on the phone to let me know how he is, so as the old saying goes hopefully "no news, is good news". Here's to all you hard working, loving parents out there, we will get through the stages of parenting together!
Happy Living, Loving and Laughing,
Angie Lu
Thursday, February 18, 2010
I saw Mommy at the 4-way stop . . .
This week has been one of those weeks that I have been needing and wanting to see my Mom. Bad! I need her wisdom and advice, I want her to tell me everything will be OK and it will all work out great. My Mom always had the ability to cheer everyone she knew up and make you feel as if nothing bad could ever overcome the good in this world. She woke up smiling and went to bed smiling. Always positive. Always upbeat and happy. She lived life to the fullest everyday. I need her today just as I did when I was a little girl.
Unfortunately I have to have her in memory only . . . but do I?
As the anniversary (March 27, 1993) of my Mother's death approaches, it amazes me that 17 years later I need and miss her as much now more than I ever could when I had her here to comfort me. It was on this day in 1993 that I last saw my Mom alive. We had an amazing day in Pensacola, FL walking on the beach. My son was only 3 years old and he was in awe as we gathered "starfish families" that were washed up on the seashore. Never in my life had I seen a live starfish but as we walked along the cold Gulf shore, my Mom runs and started grabbing them to throw them back in the ocean so that they would survive. "Help me" she screams, we have to save them! We obliged and began grabbing as many as we could. Big one's - called the Daddy, medium one's called Mommy and the smaller one's of course were the children. After much thought we decided to keep a few to save for the memory of this day. A Daddy, Mommy, Brother and Sister. That is all we kept. We prayed for them and that God would forgive us for keeping these four for our keepsake box. *Many years later I released the skeletons of these starfish back into the ocean on the same beach - in the same spot to relive this amazing moment in time.
As I headed home tonight from a crazy days work, I was wishing and wanting and praying to see my Mother. It was such a wanting and need that I felt overwhelmed through my tears. Then to my amazement when I got to the 4-way stop in Marion . . . I know it sounds crazy but a car that looked like my Mom's old red Ford Escort with a smiling and beautiful woman that looked just like her - was waving and smiling at me! Yes, she looked just like my Mom, were my eyes playing tricks on me? As I turned right and she turned left, I quickly turned around at the gas station and headed her direction fast to catch her. It was as if she had vanished. She was no where to be seen. Did this woman really exist? Who was she? Was I dreaming?
Life is something that I sometimes take for granted as I head out each day to do all the things I have to do. Sad to think that it takes the loss of someone you love so much to make you realize how important life is - how important living is - how important making each day be of value because you never know when your last day is. So let me say right now that I love you, love my family, love my friends and I love life. As hard as it is, Mom taught me that we are only here for a little while and we have to be grateful for each day. Just like the starfish being washed on the shore - if we all work together we can make a difference in someone's life. So, if you can, go hug your Mom and thank her for your life, and if you can't I pray she shows up to visit, just like mine did today at the 4-way stop. Thank you Mommy - I needed you and you were there.
Go make a happy memory - you'll be glad you did.
Happy Living, Loving and Laughing,
Angie Lu
Unfortunately I have to have her in memory only . . . but do I?
As the anniversary (March 27, 1993) of my Mother's death approaches, it amazes me that 17 years later I need and miss her as much now more than I ever could when I had her here to comfort me. It was on this day in 1993 that I last saw my Mom alive. We had an amazing day in Pensacola, FL walking on the beach. My son was only 3 years old and he was in awe as we gathered "starfish families" that were washed up on the seashore. Never in my life had I seen a live starfish but as we walked along the cold Gulf shore, my Mom runs and started grabbing them to throw them back in the ocean so that they would survive. "Help me" she screams, we have to save them! We obliged and began grabbing as many as we could. Big one's - called the Daddy, medium one's called Mommy and the smaller one's of course were the children. After much thought we decided to keep a few to save for the memory of this day. A Daddy, Mommy, Brother and Sister. That is all we kept. We prayed for them and that God would forgive us for keeping these four for our keepsake box. *Many years later I released the skeletons of these starfish back into the ocean on the same beach - in the same spot to relive this amazing moment in time.
As I headed home tonight from a crazy days work, I was wishing and wanting and praying to see my Mother. It was such a wanting and need that I felt overwhelmed through my tears. Then to my amazement when I got to the 4-way stop in Marion . . . I know it sounds crazy but a car that looked like my Mom's old red Ford Escort with a smiling and beautiful woman that looked just like her - was waving and smiling at me! Yes, she looked just like my Mom, were my eyes playing tricks on me? As I turned right and she turned left, I quickly turned around at the gas station and headed her direction fast to catch her. It was as if she had vanished. She was no where to be seen. Did this woman really exist? Who was she? Was I dreaming?
Life is something that I sometimes take for granted as I head out each day to do all the things I have to do. Sad to think that it takes the loss of someone you love so much to make you realize how important life is - how important living is - how important making each day be of value because you never know when your last day is. So let me say right now that I love you, love my family, love my friends and I love life. As hard as it is, Mom taught me that we are only here for a little while and we have to be grateful for each day. Just like the starfish being washed on the shore - if we all work together we can make a difference in someone's life. So, if you can, go hug your Mom and thank her for your life, and if you can't I pray she shows up to visit, just like mine did today at the 4-way stop. Thank you Mommy - I needed you and you were there.
Go make a happy memory - you'll be glad you did.
Happy Living, Loving and Laughing,
Angie Lu
Sunday, February 14, 2010
The Romace lives but the flowers died . . .
Here it is Valentine's Day 2010 and I am writing my first blog for Bandaids, Bridges & the Bridesmaid. A perfect day to get this blog party started.
Yes, the romance in my 21.5 year marriage is alive and well because I have the most romantic man on the planet. It is true that the way to a person's heart is through her stomach because I just lost my heart over a delicious home cooked meal of bacon wrapped filets, new potatoes and spinach salad (and don't forget the appetizer - a BLT dip to die for). For desert we had hand dipped chocolate covered strawberries and red velvet cup cakes. After we ate he gave me a lovely card with all the perfect words and of course you must get flowers on Valentine's Day - Well I am not sure what kind they are but they sure look droopy and sad. He kept apologizing for the pitiful little white and pink long stem bell like blooms that looked as if they had been out in the snow from Friday. Weird since he had just bought them a little earlier and they were fresh and pretty. So let's count this up . . .
1. Steak dinner - delish
2. Strawberries - even more delish
3. Card - made me cry
4. Droopy Sad Flowers - I just realized he had in the vase without any water - PRICELESS!
Moral to this Valentine's day story is this - You can keep the romance alive even after many years of marriage with a delicious meal, fabulous desert, card and flowers. But no matter what you do - the flowers always need water to look pretty and live! And hey one thing is for sure - that's a funny Valentine moment I will never forget as I throw my poor, sad and thirsty flowers in the garbage can (I did press one inside the card to keep)! *Remind me to share the story with you about the Valentine's Day he sent me real rose bushes to plant myself.
Happy Living, Loving, and Laughing,
Angie Lu
Yes, the romance in my 21.5 year marriage is alive and well because I have the most romantic man on the planet. It is true that the way to a person's heart is through her stomach because I just lost my heart over a delicious home cooked meal of bacon wrapped filets, new potatoes and spinach salad (and don't forget the appetizer - a BLT dip to die for). For desert we had hand dipped chocolate covered strawberries and red velvet cup cakes. After we ate he gave me a lovely card with all the perfect words and of course you must get flowers on Valentine's Day - Well I am not sure what kind they are but they sure look droopy and sad. He kept apologizing for the pitiful little white and pink long stem bell like blooms that looked as if they had been out in the snow from Friday. Weird since he had just bought them a little earlier and they were fresh and pretty. So let's count this up . . .
1. Steak dinner - delish
2. Strawberries - even more delish
3. Card - made me cry
4. Droopy Sad Flowers - I just realized he had in the vase without any water - PRICELESS!
Moral to this Valentine's day story is this - You can keep the romance alive even after many years of marriage with a delicious meal, fabulous desert, card and flowers. But no matter what you do - the flowers always need water to look pretty and live! And hey one thing is for sure - that's a funny Valentine moment I will never forget as I throw my poor, sad and thirsty flowers in the garbage can (I did press one inside the card to keep)! *Remind me to share the story with you about the Valentine's Day he sent me real rose bushes to plant myself.
Happy Living, Loving, and Laughing,
Angie Lu
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