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Comment by AngiePNMx2 on March 28, 2011 at 7:57pm

OOPs forgot to say click on the underlined words below.

Comment by AngiePNMx2 on March 28, 2011 at 7:56pm

I have the video that has this same storyTheInvisibleWoman.wmv

Comment by Dodie on March 28, 2011 at 7:29pm

Hi All. My FIL emailed this to me , so I thought I'd share:)

 

THE INVISIBLE MOTHER                                                     
  It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the  
  way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and   
  ask to be taken to the store.  Inside I'm thinking, Can't you see I'm on 
  the phone?                                                               
  Obviously not, no one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or        
  sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner because no 
  one can see me at all.  I'm invisible.  The invisible MOM.  Some days I  
  am only a pair of hands, nothing more! Can you fix this? Can you tie this?  
  Can you open this?? Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not
even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, 'What time is it?' I'm a satellite guide  to answer,  'What number is the Disney Channel ?' I'm a car to order, 'Right around 5:30 , please.' Some days I'm a crystal ball: 'Where's my other sock? Where's my phone? What's for dinner?'                                                       
  I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the     
  eyes that studied history, music and literature--but now, they had       
  disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. She's going,  
  she's going, she's gone!                                                 
  One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a 
  friend from England . She had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and 
  she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting     
  there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was     
  hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself. I was feeling pretty      
  pathetic, when she turned to me with a  beautifully wrapped package, and 
  said, 'I brought you this.' It was a book on the great cathedrals of     
  Europe . I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her 
  inscription: 'With admiration for the greatness of what you are building 
  when no one sees.'                                                       
  In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. And I would      
  discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after      
  which I could pattern my work: 1) No one can say who built the
great cathedrals--we have no record of their names. 2) These builders gave     
  their whole lives for a work they would never see finished. 3) They made 
  great sacrifices and expected no credit. 4) The passion of their         
  building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.  
  A story of legend in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the   
  cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny  
  bird on the inside of  a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, 'Why are
  you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be     
  covered by the roof, No one will ever see it And the workman replied,    
  'Because God sees.'                                                      
  I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was     
  almost as if I heard God whispering to me, "I see you. I see the         
  sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does."        
  No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake     
  you've baked, no Cub Scout meeting, no last minute
errand is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become.                             
  I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As    
  one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see          
  finished, to work on something that their name will never be on. The     
  writer of the book went so far as to say  that no cathedrals could ever  
  be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to      
  sacrifice to that degree.                                                 
  When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend     
  he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving , "My Mom gets up at 4  
  in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a       
  turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table." That   
  would mean I'd built a monument to myself. I just want him to want to    
  come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his
friend, he'd say, "You're gonna love it there..."                                
  As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're 
  doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will     
  marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been  
  added to the  world by the sacrifices of invisible mothers.              
  The Will of God will never take you where the Grace of God will not      
  protect you.                                                              

Comment by carols_kitchen on March 26, 2011 at 4:32pm

Went to shop for new pair of pants--came out with a pretty dress instead.  Get this--thanks to the help of my chiropractor, I am now down FOUR dress sizes!  Woo-hoooooooo

Comment by carols_kitchen on March 26, 2011 at 11:42am

Well, we lost our new cashier at work, and now I'm getting out at my normal times again.  Funny how having subs take over my food line while I cashier is working out faster than trying to train someone who just could not get the hang of things (two long weeks.)  We're trying yet to find someone who can multi-task, but there's only 7 weeks of school left.....so  we may just patchwork with subs.  That's ok.

 

Cannot wait to go to Denver in May and meet other Molly's Adopt a Sailor Moms.  Got my tickets, cleaning out the closets and drawers for garage sale the week before to raise money for our troop adoptions.  Life is good.

Comment by T-Lynn on March 20, 2011 at 2:25pm

This is Lightning teh cate - he hates Tuperware.

Comment by T-Lynn on March 20, 2011 at 2:25pm

This is Chris - sailor's freind.  He made teh Pine Apple Upside Down cake - all by himself !  He used teh micrwave bowl to do this.  So proud - he booked a party

Comment by T-Lynn on March 20, 2011 at 2:23pm

Here is my son Nic.  He is correctly demonstrating the use of the Lettuce / Veggie /Fruit Spinner.  The pretty lady behind him is Tina the Tuperware Director. She is so proud of him.

Comment by T-Lynn on March 20, 2011 at 2:22pm

HI all

 Blessing of a wish come True - it is finally Spring and things are born new :)

And it is raning like cats and dogs here !

Sharing some fun :

 Last night was my older boy's coming party - he became a Tuperware Dealer.

For real.  The party did very well and two friends ( note I said friends and not Mom)

booked parties.  One friend atending is best friends with my sailor and needed sailor's correct cell number.  I gave it to him and for fun called it.  I was expected to hear only his voice message and leave one for him.  To my surprize - my sailor answered!  Everyone went slilent at the party and we got to speak with him for a few mintues.  His brother was delighted his party started off so nice.

Rain coming in again with lightning getting off  Have a good day  and enjoy the pics.

Comment by T-Lynn on March 18, 2011 at 6:50pm

How wonderful !! Havea great time.  Collect hugs and share any pictures please.

Pat - how about an update about the grand baby - please.

Oh had a wonderulf surprized last night Sailor called home to wish us Happy St. Paddy's Day

He is statione in Japan - he is safe .  He would so love to volunteer to help out and did so - but was denied to leave his ship to help out.  He is so frustrated that he cannot help.  I tried to share with him that maybe he is needed much more on his ship, but he said he just wanted to do something.  he will be ok - I believe his base is going to become like a re-suppling station. Get supplies in and then help load up the bigger ships.  Cannot take this to heart though - this is some "scuttlebutt" going around.  When I hear from my sailor if this is for real - I'll let you know.

Wish you all a good weekend. Hey - remember it is Official this Sunday - Spring

And the Full Moon tomrrow night is suppose to be this Super FullMoon.

Goggle = NASA Science - Full Moon and it will tell you about it.

Hugs

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