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Monday morning I'm rushing around surely on the verge of being late to a massage job. My brother is wandering aimlessly around the kitchen having eaten a peculiar breakfast of a chicken breast and a protein drink. He stops me on my way out to the car to ask if I am really sure I want to go to work. I give him some smartass reply and grab my keys. He stops me again and asks for a ride over to my sister's house. I agree despite the fact that this will most certainly make me late and put me at risk for getting fired from this contract because he is acting strange something is off and I feel uneasy about leaving him alone for the day. Halfway to my sister's house he tells me to turn around and take him home. I refuse impatient with this mercurial behavior. As I pull out of my sister's driveway and speed into downtown Dallas. I feel relieved that he is someone else's problem for the day. My sister and grandmother are taking him and the children to the aquarium; we are all clueless as to how the day will unfold. I'm in the middle of the chair massage job when the texts and emails start. My brother has left the aquarium to take a walk (the crowds and chaos were too much to handle) and is now missing somewhere in Dallas. My sister and Monk are going to call the police. I am working on someone's shoulders peering out the fifth floor window of the company's conference room as though I will be able to spot my brother wandering the streets. He turns up. He's rambling on about the animals and children and wanting to go home. An emergency psychiatrist appointment is made and my sister takes everyone back to her house for lunch in the middle of which my brother starts shouting at her to KNOCK IT OFF. KNOCK IT OFF before going outside and performing some kind of dancing kung fu theater on her patio. Somehow they get him in the car (after a strange confrontation between the two of them on her front lawn) to his psychiatrist's office. Monk and I driving separately pull into the parking lot 2 minutes apart a few minutes before my sister. I manage to prevent my brother from mooning the receptionist after he has raised his shirt at her and asked if it offends her. He has removed his shoes and socks however and we all have decided at this point to pick our battles. The appointment does not go well- my brother is unable or unwilling to answer the doctor's questions choosing instead to ask his own or simply stare hostilely over the doctor's head. Monk ends up sitting outside on a curb with him talking about physics or quantum mechanics or something (after preventing what was about to become an absent-minded striptease in the parking lot) while my sister and I remain with the psychiatrist and are informed brusquely that my brother seems to be in the middle of a major psychotic break; immediate hospitalization is recommended. Monk is driving my brother's in the passenger seat my sister sits behind him and I am behind Monk keeping a worried eye on my brother as we speed towards the emergency room trying to keep things nonchalant so my brother does not flip out and refuse to go along. The front windows are rolled all the way down and normally I would be bitching but this seems to be another pick-your-battles moment. On the highway my brother becomes convinced he can somehow influence the cars around us. Most of his rambling is drowned out by the wind but he tells us his heart is hurting he is having difficulty breathing he takes off his seatbelt and puts his hand on the door lock. Monk and I tell him to put his seatbelt back on that we'll get a ticket if he doesn't but logic is not working at this point. Suddenly my brother whips around in his seat and yells at the top of his lungs to my sister to STOP IT!!! KNOCK IT OFF!!! We tell him she is not doing anything. We are finally near the hospital. My brother seems to sense something is going on and decides it is a good idea to try to climb out of the car window. We're all yelling at him to stay in the car. He reaches back to my sister's door and tries to unlock it to get her out of the car. Then he tries to exit via the car window again and Monk tells him with panic in his voice to hold his hand. For some reason my brother agrees to this and now Monk is holding my brother's hand tightly while trying to drive a stick-shift find the emergency room door and not have a stroke. We get to the emergency room. We sign my brother in for an evaluation and then we wait. And while we wait my heart is continuing to beat in such a way that I am sure I'm going to pass out. My brother gets confrontational with the people in the ER waiting room. He practices his kung fu. He starts to walk off several times and I manage to convince him to come back. He becomes emotional and glues himself to my sister hugging her and rubbing her back and although she is mortified and uncomfortable at least he isn't going anywhere so she hugs him right back. They only let one of us into the triage room with him. So I sit there as my brother's heartrate is monitored as the pretty triage nurse asks him questions that he occasionally answers as he weirds her out with his random acid-trip-like musings. He talks about infinity about just wanting to walk in the sun with his sisters starts feeling the walls behind him and making ecstatic noises. His eyes are closed lids fluttering as though he is mid-seizure and my sister and Monk are right outside wondering what is happening. The triage nurse tells me my brother can't be admitted to the psych ward until his heart rate slows down. But it shows no signs of slowing. She tells me we're going to have to take him back out to the waiting room and "make small talk" for a while to try to calm him down before someone from the psych ward arrives. I look her very calmly in the eye and shake my head to tell her She calls in the order. We go to another room my brother takes off his shirt and shoes. Monk is following behind him picking his clothes up off the floor. I'm leading him to a desk hoping he'll sign the forms we need my sister is looking around at everyone looking at us and I wish I could make her see that these people? Eyeing us and commenting to their companions and judging the situation (however incorrectly)? Just do not matter. I threw away any remaining self-consciousness the moment we all entered the ER and I wish she would do the same as there is no time for that it has no place here. After a slight confrontation with this new hospital form person. I tell my brother where to sign (Dog Whisperer-style calm cool and assertive) and he does. Then he needs to leave us and get through a metal detector and go to the emergency psych ward but instead walks off and won't come back. The staff reluctantly allow me to accompany him to the psych ward. My brother and I walk the long hallway and enter yet another waiting room where again despite the sense of urgency implied in words like "psychotic break" and. I don't know. "EMERGENCY ROOM," no one seems in a hurry to talk to us. When they do they send a 12-year old with a mustache masquerading as a nurse to interview my brother. Name address job etc. My brother stands up and gets in the boy-man's face. I tell him to be nice. He apologizes. We sit again for what feels like ages. My brother reads a sign in Spanish about patient confidentiality to me and lets me know that this sign? Is a SIGN. Very important. Eventually he is invited to step through the door in front of us. He looks back at me to see if I am coming a flicker of doubt in his eyes but I am not allowed to go any further. This is where I get off. He is unsure but I smile encouragingly hoping he doesn’t catch the false bravado in my face. Now he is alone two doors and a hallway from me in an evaluation room. Every time someone slips in and out of the room I catch a glimpse of his shoulders the back of his head. Then someone lets themselves out of the room and he twists himself around sticks both hands between the door and doorframe and is trying to pry open the door and lift himself up out of his chair at the same time. I see two large shadows fly in and a syringe being handed through and my brother is ripped off of the door the door slams he is yelling panicking. I hear thuds. I see everyone at the nurses station gather at a far off window to watch like kids swarming to witness a schoolyard fight. And then silence. I sit in the waiting area for what feels like an eternity. No one comes out; I cannot get any information from the nurse at the window. I’ve been texting Monk and my sister this whole time despite being instructed very sternly at the metal detector to keep my cell phone off letting them know I don’t know anything. Finally I catch a tech on his way in and beg him to have someone come out and at least tell me that my brother is physically okay that other people there have not been hurt. The doctor comes out and gently informs me that because my brother is 21 legally she cannot tell me anything about his status. But then she guides me into the outer hallway and tells me that I can tell her anything I want about my brother to help her help him and I give her his history the day’s events and ask her how long it usually takes to get someone calmed down. She takes my cell phone number and promises to contact me when that happens. In the end. I meet up with my sister and Monk and we wait until almost 11 sitting outside the emergency entrance of the hospital the sound of helicopter blades and ambulance sirens occasionally breaking up the cacophony of birds in the trees above us. We watch people come in an out a grieving family member here a head wound over there and speculate on the day and what will happen next. When we don’t hear from the doctor we head back in all three of us and manage to conduct an entirely ‘hypothetical’ discussion with this young empathetic doctor outside the psych ward that at least lets us know what will happen tonight who will be contacting us and where my brother will end up as he is obviously in no condition to be home for a while. It is after midnight and the three of us are driving home in silence. My sister sits up front with Monk. I sit in the back again numb next to my brother’s backpack watching the lights of Dallas and its late night traffic slide over the canvas over and over and with every stroke of light I think We drop my sister off at her house and I pick up my car to follow Monk home after a quick visit with my grandmother. He is already in bed when I pull up to the curb exhausted. Devastated. I drag myself up the front walk gazing at my brother’s bedroom windows wishing he were fast asleep in his bed tonight. I unlock the door walk into the kitchen and freeze unsure of my next step knowing I will not sleep tonight. In the dining room a sweatshirt is draped over one of the chairs and I pick it up to fold it as the image of my brother trying to get out of the evaluation room fills my head followed immediately by the clear thought that he is spending the night in a hospital confused alone and scared out of his mind. And within that second the numbness cracks. I am doubled over gasping for air tears streaming down my face clutching my stomach and unable to stop the

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Monday morning I'm rushing around surely on the verge of being late to a massage job. My brother is wandering aimlessly around the kitchen having eaten a peculiar breakfast of a chicken breast and a protein drink. He stops me on my way out to the car to ask if I am really sure I want to go to work. I give him some smartass reply and grab my keys. He stops me again and asks for a ride over to my sister's house. I agree despite the fact that this will most certainly make me late and put me at risk for getting fired from this contract because he is acting strange something is off and I feel uneasy about leaving him alone for the day. Halfway to my sister's house he tells me to turn around and take him home. I refuse impatient with this mercurial behavior. As I pull out of my sister's driveway and speed into downtown Dallas. I feel relieved that he is someone else's problem for the day. My sister and grandmother are taking him and the children to the aquarium; we are all clueless as to how the day will unfold. I'm in the middle of the chair massage job when the texts and emails start. My brother has left the aquarium to take a walk (the crowds and chaos were too much to handle) and is now missing somewhere in Dallas. My sister and Monk are going to call the police. I am working on someone's shoulders peering out the fifth floor window of the company's conference room as though I will be able to spot my brother wandering the streets. He turns up. He's rambling on about the animals and children and wanting to go home. An emergency psychiatrist appointment is made and my sister takes everyone back to her house for lunch in the middle of which my brother starts shouting at her to KNOCK IT OFF. KNOCK IT OFF before going outside and performing some kind of dancing kung fu theater on her patio. Somehow they get him in the car (after a strange confrontation between the two of them on her front lawn) to his psychiatrist's office. Monk and I driving separately pull into the parking lot 2 minutes apart a few minutes before my sister. I manage to prevent my brother from mooning the receptionist after he has raised his shirt at her and asked if it offends her. He has removed his shoes and socks however and we all have decided at this point to pick our battles. The appointment does not go well- my brother is unable or unwilling to answer the doctor's questions choosing instead to ask his own or simply stare hostilely over the doctor's head. Monk ends up sitting outside on a curb with him talking about physics or quantum mechanics or something (after preventing what was about to become an absent-minded striptease in the parking lot) while my sister and I remain with the psychiatrist and are informed brusquely that my brother seems to be in the middle of a major psychotic break; immediate hospitalization is recommended. Monk is driving my brother's in the passenger seat my sister sits behind him and I am behind Monk keeping a worried eye on my brother as we speed towards the emergency room trying to keep things nonchalant so my brother does not flip out and refuse to go along. The front windows are rolled all the way down and normally I would be bitching but this seems to be another pick-your-battles moment. On the highway my brother becomes convinced he can somehow influence the cars around us. Most of his rambling is drowned out by the wind but he tells us his heart is hurting he is having difficulty breathing he takes off his seatbelt and puts his hand on the door lock. Monk and I tell him to put his seatbelt back on that we'll get a ticket if he doesn't but logic is not working at this point. Suddenly my brother whips around in his seat and yells at the top of his lungs to my sister to STOP IT!!! KNOCK IT OFF!!! We tell him she is not doing anything. We are finally near the hospital. My brother seems to sense something is going on and decides it is a good idea to try to climb out of the car window. We're all yelling at him to stay in the car. He reaches back to my sister's door and tries to unlock it to get her out of the car. Then he tries to exit via the car window again and Monk tells him with panic in his voice to hold his hand. For some reason my brother agrees to this and now Monk is holding my brother's hand tightly while trying to drive a stick-shift find the emergency room door and not have a stroke. We get to the emergency room. We sign my brother in for an evaluation and then we wait. And while we wait my heart is continuing to beat in such a way that I am sure I'm going to pass out. My brother gets confrontational with the people in the ER waiting room. He practices his kung fu. He starts to walk off several times and I manage to convince him to come back. He becomes emotional and glues himself to my sister hugging her and rubbing her back and although she is mortified and uncomfortable at least he isn't going anywhere so she hugs him right back. They only let one of us into the triage room with him. So I sit there as my brother's heartrate is monitored as the pretty triage nurse asks him questions that he occasionally answers as he weirds her out with his random acid-trip-like musings. He talks about infinity about just wanting to walk in the sun with his sisters starts feeling the walls behind him and making ecstatic noises. His eyes are closed lids fluttering as though he is mid-seizure and my sister and Monk are right outside wondering what is happening. The triage nurse tells me my brother can't be admitted to the psych ward until his heart rate slows down. But it shows no signs of slowing. She tells me we're going to have to take him back out to the waiting room and "make small talk" for a while to try to calm him down before someone from the psych ward arrives. I look her very calmly in the eye and shake my head to tell her She calls in the order. We go to another room my brother takes off his shirt and shoes. Monk is following behind him picking his clothes up off the floor. I'm leading him to a desk hoping he'll sign the forms we need my sister is looking around at everyone looking at us and I wish I could make her see that these people? Eyeing us and commenting to their companions and judging the situation (however incorrectly)? Just do not matter. I threw away any remaining self-consciousness the moment we all entered the ER and I wish she would do the same as there is no time for that it has no place here. After a slight confrontation with this new hospital form person. I tell my brother where to sign (Dog Whisperer-style calm cool and assertive) and he does. Then he needs to leave us and get through a metal detector and go to the emergency psych ward but instead walks off and won't come back. The staff reluctantly allow me to accompany him to the psych ward. My brother and I walk the long hallway and enter yet another waiting room where again despite the sense of urgency implied in words like "psychotic break" and. I don't know. "EMERGENCY ROOM," no one seems in a hurry to talk to us. When they do they send a 12-year old with a mustache masquerading as a nurse to interview my brother. Name address job etc. My brother stands up and gets in the boy-man's face. I tell him to be nice. He apologizes. We sit again for what feels like ages. My brother reads a sign in Spanish about patient confidentiality to me and lets me know that this sign? Is a SIGN. Very important. Eventually he is invited to step through the door in front of us. He looks back at me to see if I am coming a flicker of doubt in his eyes but I am not allowed to go any further. This is where I get off. He is unsure but I smile encouragingly hoping he doesn’t catch the false bravado in my face. Now he is alone two doors and a hallway from me in an evaluation room. Every time someone slips in and out of the room I catch a glimpse of his shoulders the back of his head. Then someone lets themselves out of the room and he twists himself around sticks both hands between the door and doorframe and is trying to pry open the door and lift himself up out of his chair at the same time. I see two large shadows fly in and a syringe being handed through and my brother is ripped off of the door the door slams he is yelling panicking. I hear thuds. I see everyone at the nurses station gather at a far off window to watch like kids swarming to witness a schoolyard fight. And then silence. I sit in the waiting area for what feels like an eternity. No one comes out; I cannot get any information from the nurse at the window. I’ve been texting Monk and my sister this whole time despite being instructed very sternly at the metal detector to keep my cell phone off letting them know I don’t know anything. Finally I catch a tech on his way in and beg him to have someone come out and at least tell me that my brother is physically okay that other people there have not been hurt. The doctor comes out and gently informs me that because my brother is 21 legally she cannot tell me anything about his status. But then she guides me into the outer hallway and tells me that I can tell her anything I want about my brother to help her help him and I give her his history the day’s events and ask her how long it usually takes to get someone calmed down. She takes my cell phone number and promises to contact me when that happens. In the end. I meet up with my sister and Monk and we wait until almost 11 sitting outside the emergency entrance of the hospital the sound of helicopter blades and ambulance sirens occasionally breaking up the cacophony of birds in the trees above us. We watch people come in an out a grieving family member here a head wound over there and speculate on the day and what will happen next. When we don’t hear from the doctor we head back in all three of us and manage to conduct an entirely ‘hypothetical’ discussion with this young empathetic doctor outside the psych ward that at least lets us know what will happen tonight who will be contacting us and where my brother will end up as he is obviously in no condition to be home for a while. It is after midnight and the three of us are driving home in silence. My sister sits up front with Monk. I sit in the back again numb next to my brother’s backpack watching the lights of Dallas and its late night traffic slide over the canvas over and over and with every stroke of light I think We drop my sister off at her house and I pick up my car to follow Monk home after a quick visit with my grandmother. He is already in bed when I pull up to the curb exhausted. Devastated. I drag myself up the front walk gazing at my brother’s bedroom windows wishing he were fast asleep in his bed tonight. I unlock the door walk into the kitchen and freeze unsure of my next step knowing I will not sleep tonight. In the dining room a sweatshirt is draped over one of the chairs and I pick it up to fold it as the image of my brother trying to get out of the evaluation room fills my head followed immediately by the clear thought that he is spending the night in a hospital confused alone and scared out of his mind. And within that second the numbness cracks. I am doubled over gasping for air tears streaming down my face clutching my stomach and unable to stop the

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I’d started out early capturing in words the early scenes of a city waking up (to come in a later post). I headed off to say morning to my friend Quan and mentioned that I was going to visit the Christina Noble Children’s Foundation. To go to Ho Chi Minh you cannot disappoint to have your heart softened by the street beggars and lost innocence found on every command. So having construe Christina’s biography. connect across my Sorrows and follow-up schedule. Mama Tina. I decided to go out and hit the books a little more about what the organisation does for the children of Vietnam. Quan suggested I might desire to also tour Education for Development an organisation supporting Vietnamese social organisations and institutions that mouth direct educational services to disadvantaged children in Vietnam. Uninvited. I rang the doorbell and was welcomed in by the country director. Abegail Schwartz. Originally from Namibia. Abegail has just commenced her two year contract with EFD and she kindly spent half an hour of her valuable time educating me about the bring home the bacon they do throughout the country. It was then my day changed. Abegail gave me an address somewhere in the command recesses of govern 3 and said I might be interested in meeting the nun who resides there. Some would say I could do with a little comprehend intervention but I was intrigued by the referral and jumped back on my ride dodging the rush hour merchandise and found myself once again ringing a door attach uninvited. As the furnish opened an advance the first thing that struck me about Sister Marie Le Thi Thao was her grimace. It was a grimace that could break up the blackest heart and I instantly felt a deep comprehend of compassion and generosity in everything Sister Marie did. Explaining why I was there although not really sure why myself. Sister Marie welcomed me in to her humble domiciliate. 140/4 Vo Thi Sau Street is just another house and Sister Marie is but one in a city of over 12 million people. But from this hub. Sister Marie manages nine centres around Ho Chi Minh assisting 1500 street children and their families. At eight of the centres they teach the children and mothers quite often deserted by the create to adorn sew displace and quilt. As I open myself intently listening to Sister Marie’s stories. I couldn’t help but wonder why I was there. I had plenty to do and yet felt drawn to end the journey that had led me to her door. It was a meeting of minds and hearts and what may have been an idea before leaving Australia. Sister Marie and her 1500 street children may now be the catalyst for a new colourful weave in my rug. Waving goodbye to Sister Marie and promising to come back tomorrow to acquire some gifts. I headed approve to see Quan and thank him for starting my day off so well. He then said he thought I’d like to meet a young woman sitting in the restaurant next door. I then spent the next three hours with Mua Nguyen and knew that somehow it wouldn’t be our measure chat. Mua is Vietnamese born. Her family fled as boat populate in the early 80s during the communist revolution. She covers her disfigured hand a constant reminder of the journey they endured before settling in Sydney. At 15. Mua spoke no English had little education having quit school at a young age and had arrived in a foreign country with little money or support. Yet after 12 months. Mua was fluent enough to begin Year 9. A few years ago. Mua decided she wanted to come approve to her birthland for three months and travelled the length of the country. While attending a conference she noticed a young boy displace from the other large group of children unsmiling with sorrow in his eyes. The memory stays with her to this day. When she returned back to Australia. Mua shared her memoirs about her jaunt with friends colleagues and family. One of her friends sent her a communicate email saying if he gave her $1 000 000 what would she do with it. Her response: to bring a smile to the boy. Not quite ready to hand over $1million her friend gave her $150 and from there. One Heart Education Foundation was founded. The Mekong Delta is one of the most beautiful parts of Vietnam and also one of the poorest. During our time together. Mua shared with me many stories about the families and children of the rivers all of which would change intensity the heart. One Heart has been established as a legal entity in Vietnam and is supporting financial sponsorship for 70 children in the Delta allowing them to have an education they otherwise would not be able to drop. On the flight over. I watched Evan Almighty. Exaggerated as all Hollywood blockbusters tend to be, its storyline really exemplifies the bring home the bacon Mua is doing. In the film. Evan asks God to help him act change. God hands him the timber the hammers and the animals to build an ark. God just didn’t hand Evan the change he had asked for but rather, gave him the opportunity to act the dress himself. Le is 9. Her mother and create abandoned her as a baby and she has been brought up by her grandmother. When Mua first met Le her face was covered by a conical hat a scarf wrapped around her jaw and there was no eye communicate. After looking under the hat. Mua was shocked to see Le’s skin peeling from her face abscesses forming. Mua asked the grandmother if she could act Le for medical treatment:  ïf you can feed her act her”. Över the next four days. Mua spent hours talking with Le. As a psychologist she wanted to understand the impact the young girls life had had on her. Extremely shy. Le finally opened up about her bring home the bacon as a ’sales woman’. From 6-11am each morning she would go the dusty village paths selling cakes. She would then go to educate for two hours falling asleep at the desk as a result of exhaustion and malnutrition. On Sundays she would do a second job of minding the boats for a be of 10000 dong approximately 70c’. Not per hour per day. Le is one of the children now supported through One Heart. By providing financial support. Le no longer needs to do her Sunday job and has more energy to commit to a longer school day. Her grades undergo improved the hat has now lifted and her lips now change surface into smiles where suffer once was. I asked Mua why she does this? When first arriving in Australia she had nothing. Through the give of one her teachers. Mua was provided with an opportunity. She believes that education is the only hope some of these children will ever have of breaking the cycle of poverty. Meeting with the families is quite often extremely difficult with the poverty levels extremely low in this part of Vietnam. Many of the families do not be their children to go to school. Why when they can be earning money? They also do not believe they deserve the right to be educated as they are poor. Mua’s philosophy is to not only provide financial support but to ameliorate the families that although they may be poor they can create their own change. And for me it was also about creating hope. Many poor families no matter where they are in the world are accepting of their situation. The children will bring home the bacon from a young age with no education go pregnant and so the make pass will act. One Heart is providing these children and their families with an opportunity to end the cycle of poverty. Taking her own personal experiences and those of exemplary role models in her life. Mua’s copy for One Heart is exceptional as it ensures all resources are local and older children are encouraged to tutor the younger children. 27 of the children have completed junior school and are now in senior high school. And yet a few years ago desire Le they had no hope. So as I walked home again up to my calves in wet. I reflected on my extraordinary day. Requiring no big banners no huge marketing aggroup nor asking for recognition or thanks. Sister Marie and Mua are remarkable examples of how change can be created through passion compassion and commitment. As Mua and I reflected we agreed that life is all about challenging one self and being afraid. This is what stretches us as human beings and what makes us realise our potential - that which is hidden inside us but so few ever achieve.

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Amazing that another Thanksgiving is here. Where has the last year gone? I posted this measure year but since so much of it still holds adjust so I thought I would share once again. On this day. I'm thankful for so much. I'm thankful every single day for health for the fact that I be a fairly pain remove existence that I can run and bike and swim. I can play with my kids. I can hug my friends hold my preserve and kneel to pray. I'm thankful for my care and create for having me for teaching me for believing in me and for being the write of parents I can only hope to be. I'm thankful for my preserve for the fact that he accepts me as I am flaws and all for being proud of me and not being afraid to show it and for his patience as I evaluate myself out and above all for his unwavering love for me. I'm thankful for my kids. Every hit day I be at them and wonder what I ever did to deserve them and oh am I thankful. I'm thankful for shoes left in the hallway for fingerprints on the glass for music played loud and unmade beds! I'm thankful for their giggles and hugs and for the times Little J ordain grab and hold my hand no matter where we are. My heart is so beat with thankfulness for them it overflows. I'm thankful for my family - my sisters my care in law my aunts and uncles and cousins my grandparents and my new extended family with Liz. My family has given me a comprehend of belonging and has taught me about courage - courage to face the hard lessons in life. I am stronger because of my family. I'm thankful for my friends for their patience when I have been unavailable for their love and support and above all - for the peace and comfort they bring into my life. I am a better person because of what I undergo learned about like from my friends. I'm thankful for blogging for the outlet is has provided for all the craziness in my continue and especially for the friendships it has brought into my life. This blog your blogs have opened up a completely new world for me one in which we share we express emotion we cry and above all - we comprehend. I am a richer person because of all of you. I'm thankful for my job. My job allows me to feel confident that I can alter to the world and helps me to give my family. It allows me the freedom I apply to live the life I do to train during the day to be able to drop in things like Malibu Barbie to meet wonderful people and to jaunt some amazing places. I'm thankful for the men and women that serve our country my dad being one of them. Because of them we be in a country where we can say what we desire we can worship what we believe and we can be who we are. I'm thankful to my God who forgives and forgets who accepts unconditionally who encourages who strengthens who protects and whose like is unwavering. And measure but certainly not least I am thankful for VH1. Starbuck's soy lattes children laughing cheap manicures clean sheets and warm blankets aquaphor. Nike my blackberry confession the Internet and telecommunicate worn cowboy boots and jeans. Grey's Anatomy clean shaven heads and Dove soap. Happy thanksgiving all.

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In about a few more days i will go to the house where my family awaits and for this one measure measure i am coming domiciliate as my parent’s daughter for when i come home again later this year i shall be the daughter whose hand they ordain give away in marriage. We shall go to the coutourier on Sunday for my apparel and that of my girls.  I can no longer include the excitement that is welling inside my heart er hypothalamus i should say… go figure out why. Being the OC that i am i envision our Wedding Celebration to be nothing short than Perfect. Everyone and everything shall be in place and not one heart shall go home disappointed.  It could be a tough job and as they say when you are the Bride you no longer have control over what happens but hey this is my ceremony and this is my day… no one messes with my plans! But today… like all other days God has once again taught me a valuable lesson.  That no be how hard i try to plan and map out my life it just does not happen that way. You all experience that i am the eldest of three. I undergo a Sister and a Brother.  Who else would fit the shoe of my Maid of recognise than my Sister. I doubt if my Brother would be elated to take her place. I had it all mapped out. She is going to be the most special girl who will be standing tall and proud beside me. She ordain have all the responsibility of putting out wedding day activities together… but God said “NO i have better plans.” A month away from the festivities on our Grandfather’s 15th Death Anniversary she flew to another country in pursuit of her dreams.  For days i have been swimming in tears and trying to be sane again. I never thought that i could miss her this much. Today. 10 days after she rode that cut and flew to her dreams i got a label from her colleague telling me that she has collapsed earlier and is being treated in the operating room for what they call is a minor operation. My sister is a very healthy person and the measure thing i would ever expect is to comprehend that she is being operated on.  It turns out that the stomach cramps she has been experiencing before she left is not due to the drinking water and not even psychosomatic. I bless the people who have acted timely to get her the remedy she needs and the change Filipinos who are at her aid at this measure of be when all we can do as her family is to constantly label worry and fear for her safety. This is unknown to our parents because we are worried about them getting sick as a result of being worried and all.  My Sister is exceed now and has alter from her sedated state during the operation. Badoodles and I are coming home next week… i desire i would be able to contain this and not let the good old folks mind too much. Boy am i glad my parents are not into wordpress otherwise i could be caught red handed for concealing such a delicate concern.  They will find out about it in measure… i will undergo to communicate to my Sistah first! Galing kami ni Badoodles sa prabins. 1 week din kami nag ikot for the preps and all. Sabi ko nga kay Mama hindi ko na magawang ma arouse sa sobrang pagod. Sinabayan pa kami ng bagyo.

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You guys are all seriously so awesome that I don’t know what to say sometimes. For yesterday? Thank you. convey you all for your kind words and support and your own stories. You really really helped me out. I was having a blue day and thankfully. I really don’t have them often. But when I do wow. And of course everything is book and back to normal and last night I suggested we maybe have an “unplugged” day at the household and he laughed and said. “Ok but that doesn’t include my bet alter?” Um wrong. But we’re approve in happy happy land and I think I just needed to evince and get some wonderful wonderful feedback. Again a kajillion thanks you to ladies (and Mike). So last night. I was reading the paper and on the front summon of the local section there was a conceive of of a woman who looked very very familiar. I did a manifold take and realized that it was Amy the girl from that got elminated on this week’s episode.  I couldn’t imagine why she was in the local paper but as it turns out she lives one town over from me and works at the gym that I used to go to. It was just so weird seeing her conceive of in the paper and it made me feel famous by proxy. (Don’t ask; I couldn’t make sense of it if I tried.) So it’s Friday and you know what that means - embarrassing photo time. If we’re being honest. I totally forgot about it this week but luckily had a conceive of stored in my computer I could use and it couldn’t undergo go at a more appropriate time. Tomorrow? Is my baby’s sister’s 29th birthday. I really really can’t accept she’s 29. Because she’ll always been my little peanut who followed me around and used to sneak into my bed at night to snuggle with me.  She was my companion when we were little - we played barbies and steal patch kids and watched so many times that our parents took the tapes away which prompted us to just re-create the movies we baked together concocted convey tricks to play on our brother’s girlfriends we practiced cheerleading together played tennis at the local park and were just complete partners in crime. As she got older she became more of a friend; one that would visit me in college and at ninety pounds drink us all under the table and then clean the accommodate after we had all passed out. She worked as a bartender and got me a job there where we didn’t pay for cigarettes or any sort of alcohol for many many years. We shopped together and she gave me her cast-off clothes when I was skinny. I was her rock when she got pregnant and was by her side for the entire birth of my most wonderful niece she stood up for me in my first wedding and got me through my divorce she supported my relationship with Andy and even punched him in the face once when she thought he said something convey about me. I stood up for her at her wedding and am now helping her through her break. And it’s incredible thinking about the desire lifetime we’ve shared and everything we’ve gone through and I really didn’t convey for this to be such a sappy post but there it is. Happy Birthday. K. You mean the world to me! This picture was taken in the 80’s presumably because I’m rocking the feathered hair. I’m obviously in my pajamas which I seem to be photographed in quite a bit and I think even one of my MySpace photos is of me in my pajamas from last Christmas. Yes here it is: But back to the childhood photo - we were sitting on the articulate in the Living Room which was a dwell we were not allowed in object on holidays or for photo opportunities. We are proudly showing our new steal Patch Kids and mine was named Brianna. I also ended up getting a grow boy named Elery Abe and I thought who would ever label their kid Elery? I called him Joe. I don’t bequeath the name of my sister’s doll but I do remember being very jealous that she ended up with like five Cabbage Patch Kids and I only had two. And now they’re all sitting in a rubbermaid container in my mom’s basement most of them with marker all over their approach and none are wearing pants. So here we are: Um? In case there was every any challenge whether or not we were separated at birth? We had the same table in our living room when I was a kid (and we weren’t allowed to go in there either unless it was a holiday or photo op). The flappy handle thingies on the sides move up and down alter?? And the redheaded Cabbage conjoin? I had her. Her label was Julia. And the bald one? He was my back up one too and his name was Beau.

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Maybe the trillionth communicate on the net. A blog about me my life and my interests. My big sister is moving away because of her job. She took a new job in Denver and ordain be leaving soon. I evaluate the kids will desire her - they like seeing her when we get together with my family for holidays. Anyway we had a mini going away thing for her at my parents' accommodate this last weekend. We got her a separate and a Bed Bath & Beyond enable card. My parents gave her a piece of framed art. She gave the boys Leapster video games. My parents gave the boys some new books. And somewhere in all of that I walked away with my big sister's old digital camera. It was serendipity. Our Canon Powershot A60 has been acting up and taking some very bad pictures so a new camera was in the works. I could not undergo been more surprised and pleased with the hand me down. When we were kids I got a lot of hand me downs (including big sis's girls Jordache jeans). The camera beats the girl pants.. thanks sis!

8. They tried to get me to use left-handed scissors in elementary educate but I hated it. 10. I graduated magna cum laude from the University of Richmond. 14. Ross proposed to me the day before Thanksgiving 2001. 15. We went to see the first Harry work movie that night. 17. It was hard being the only one of my friends who was engaged. 18. We got married one month after I graduated from college. 20. We got our dog Shooter the week after Hurricane Isabel. 21. We went out to get a gas can and came back with a puppy. 26. Before going to sleep or whilst awake is fine but I don’t be anyone to comprehend me while I’m sleeping. 28. I only floss during the three weeks before going to the dentist and they always appraise me for doing such a good job. 30. I will sing the praises of my doctors to anyone who ordain listen. 34. I’ve only ever been attracted to guys who are somewhat scruffy and not at all put together. 43. I undergo my grandfather’s fair climb and redhead characteristics (even though my hair isn’t that red). 45. My sister and I are said to resemble each other but she looks desire my mom and I be like my dad. 46. My sister and I are the same height but her legs are a good two inches longer than exploit. 47. I don’t mind because she dances and I can’t really argue that I need desire legs to write things and construe the Internets. 48. I used to be accused of being anorexic in high school. 51. I gained 15 pounds my freshman year of college and my mother was so excited. 53. I stayed at that weight until about two years ago when I was put on Lexapro. 55. Mu husband was sad (about the sleeping part not the gaining weight). 56. I finally decided enough was enough and asked my adulterate to take me off the Lexapro. 58. But not without discussing alternatives to managing my anxiety. 59. We talked for about 30 minutes (unheard of these days) thus cementing my love for him (See? #30 is adjust) 60. It took my about 6 months to let go the charge as my metabolism got itself sorted out. 61. I’m now basically back at the re-create where I can eat most things and not gain weight but I try not to do that. 63. I’m much less stressed out now that I stopped teaching. 64. I used to undergo a wrinkle in between my eyes from scrunching my brow in disapproval. 65. Now that’s faded and has been replaced by lines around my communicate from smiling more 71. I appreciate them all the more because of it and ordain work even harder for them out of gratitude. 81. But. I never say “sir,” unless I’m trying to get someone’s attention. 92. Not because I’m a do by it’s just my natural reaction to emotionally charged situations. 96. I can’t act until I’m old so I can wear ridiculous hats all the time. 97. I also can’t act until I’m old so I can say and do ridiculous things all the measure. 98. But I kind of say and do ridiculous things whenever I be already. 99. desire when I got the giggles on Sunday while going through the Taco attach drive thru. 100. And then I told the cashier. “I’m sorry my request took so long. I was laughing. Not at you.” XHTML: You can use these tags: <a href="" call=""> <abbr call=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <label> <em> <i> <strike> <strong>

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31:1 “I undergo made a covenant with my eyes;how then could I gaze at a virgin? 2 What would be my administer from God aboveand my heritage from the Almighty on high? 3 Is not calamity for the unrighteous,and disaster for the workers of iniquity? 4 Does not he see my waysand number all my steps? 5 “If I undergo walked with falsehoodand my pay has hastened to deceit; 6 (Let me be weighed in a just fit,and let God experience my integrity!) 7 if my go has turned aside from the wayand my heart has gone after my eyes,and if any sight has stuck to my hands. 8 then let me sow and another eat,and let what grows for me be rooted out. 9 “If my heart has been enticed toward a woman,and I have lain in wait at my dwell's door. 10 then let my wife press for another,and let others bow down on her. 11 For that would be a heinous crime;that would be an iniquity to be punished by the judges; 12 for that would be a fire that consumes as far as Abaddon,and it would burn to the root all my increase. 13 “If I undergo rejected the cause of my manservant or my maidservant,when they brought a complaint against me. 14 what then shall I do when God rises up?When he makes inquiry what shall I answer him? 15 Did not he who made me in the womb alter him?And did not one make us in the womb? 16 “If I undergo withheld anything that the poor desired,or have caused the eyes of the widow to disappoint. 17 or have eaten my morsel alone,and the fatherless has not eaten of it 18 (for from my youth the fatherless grew up with me as with a father,and from my mother's womb I guided the widow ). 19 if I have seen anyone change state for lack of clothing,or the needy without covering. 20 if his be has not blessed me and if he was not warmed with the cheat of my sheep. 21 if I have raised my hand against the fatherless,because I saw my help in the furnish. 22 then let my bring up blade go from my bring up,and let my arm be broken from its socket. 23 For I was in terror of calamity from God,and I could not have faced his majesty. 24 “If I have made gold my trustor called fine gold my confidence. 25 if I have rejoiced because my wealth was abundantor because my hand had found much. 26 if I have looked at the sun when it shone,or the moon moving in splendor. 27 and my heart has been secretly enticed,and my mouth has kissed my hand. 28 this also would be an iniquity to be punished by the judges,for I would undergo been false to God above. 29 “If I have rejoiced at the ruin of him who hated me,or exulted when evil overtook him 30 (I have not let my mouth sinby asking for his life with a curse). 31 if the men of my tent have not said,‘Who is there that has not been filled with his meat?’ 32 (the sojourner has not lodged in the street;I undergo opened my doors to the traveler). 33 if I have concealed my transgressions as others do by hiding my iniquity in my bosom. 34 because I stood in great worry of the multitude,and the contempt of families terrified me,so that I kept silence and did not go out of doors— 35 Oh that I had one to hear me!(Here is my signature! Let the Almighty answer me!)Oh that I had the indictment written by my adversary! 36 Surely I would displace it on my bring up;I would bind it on me as a enthrone; 37 I would give him an account of all my steps;desire a prince I would come him. 38 “If my land has cried out against meand its furrows have wept together. 39 if I have eaten its furnish without paymentand made its owners breathe their measure. 40 let thorns grow instead of wheat,and foul weeds instead of barley.” 32:1 So these three men ceased to say Job because he was righteous in his own eyes. 2 Then Elihu the son of Barachel the Buzite of the family of Ram burned with arouse. He burned with arouse at Job because he justified himself rather than God. 3 He burned with arouse also at Job's three friends because they had found no answer although they had declared Job to be in the do by. 4 Now Elihu had waited to speak to Job because they were older than he. 5 And when Elihu saw that there was no answer in the mouth of these three men he burned with arouse. “I am young in years,and you are aged;therefore I was timid and afraidto declare my opinion to you. 7 I said. ‘Let days communicate,and many years inform wisdom.’ 8 But it is the spirit in man,the breath of the Almighty that makes him understand. 9 It is not the old who are wise,nor the aged who understand what is right. 10 Therefore I say. ‘Listen to me;let me also declare my opinion.’ 11 “see. I waited for your words,I listened for your wise sayings,while you searched out what to say. 12 I gave you my attention,and behold there was none among you who refuted Jobor who answered his words. 13 Beware lest you say. ‘We have found wisdom;God may defeat him not a man.’ 14 He has not directed his words against me,and I will not say him with your speeches. 15 “They are dismayed; they answer.

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Between moving into our new accommodate. I've been asking around various stores and even a few studios showing my portfolios. However all of them said there were no openings available. One said they would keep my information on register but it didn't sound promising. It's been discouraging. I didn't know it would be this hard. Maybe this is why Mum worked independently and not through a studio. Yet how did she get started? I wish I knew that. Maybe Dad knows. I'll undergo to ask him. I've just finished going to a few stores in Diagon Alley when I end to stop into the Leaky Cauldron. I had eaten eat early and now I was famished. I enter and it takes my eyes a moment to adjust to the change in lighting. It's fairly busy but I find a small table. I don't plan on staying much longer. I have a few more muggle places to try before I go domiciliate. I look around a bit and I see two people sitting at one large delay and a few others here and there. Most of the others are either drinking or having some bangers and press or fish and chips. The two populate which I can't back up but sight only have a bring together drinks and some parchment all move out. The dark haired witch is gesturing to something on each parchment and the wizard is just nodding. "Anything in particular young man?" the bartender. Tom comes up to me."Could I undergo some look for and chips and a butterbeer?" I ask setting my porfolios on the table."Sure. It'll be a few minutes." He nods to me and heads past the other tables."Nicolas. Nina? Do you need anything more?" I comprehend him ask."No. Tom but thank you." I hear a soft refusal in response."Another butterbeer would be good. Tom." Another say a little gruff."All right." Tom wanders off behind the bar and then I comprehend the two of them speaking."Nina. I don't see the big broach. It's basically book the way it is. You still haven't decided on two catalogues....""I ordain end on two soon. I've narrowed it drink to four models. I just be to decide on two Nicolas. So one for Travetti's Jewelry and one for Travetti's Brooms. I just need...""What?""Pictures. I convey it would be nice for the people who gets these to at least see what we're offering right? Yes. Nicolas I experience we mainly do custom bring home the bacon but we also do command work as well."Hearing them mention pictures. I can't help but pay them a bit more attention. I know about pictures."Okay. So we be pictures. I don't know anyone in the area Nina that does this type of bring home the bacon.""What about the wizard that um.... Megan Jones mentioned?""I didn't hear anything about that.""Oh she said he did Ron and Hermione Weasley's wedding. He just graduated but it's someone. I don't know much about pictures myself. I just displace sketch and work on my designs before I create them and I disbelieve anyone wants to see basically drawings. They'll be to see examples of actual work. Both the brooms and jewelry.""Did you catch the name Megan Jones gave you?""Colin Creevey. I just don't know how to get ahold of him. I could try by Owl but of course I don't experience where he is so Eurasia or Alphonsus wouldn't know." The witch sounds a little frustrated at that. My eyes increase. The girl just said my label. I can't accept it! They be me to take pictures? I get up change surface though my food isn't there picking up my portfolios. I nervously come the becharm and wizard. "Excuse me," I speak up."I couldn't help overhearing your conversation." I feel my ears starting to change change. I wish they don't sight. "I'm Colin Creevey," I inform myself holding out my hand. They both be up at the same time. I catch the look of irritation on the wizard but it's quickly masked. The witch though she just smiles at me and her friendly color eyes increase as she hears my label shaking my hand."I anticipate we were speaking a little loud," She says. "You're Colin? Quite a coincidence."I nod. "Or fate," I reply. I don't experience if I accept in fate but some things do seem meant to be. "So you be a photographer?" I ask shifting the portfolios slightly. The becharm nods. "But I like the evince ordain exceed than coincidence. Much more nicer." She tilts her head slightly. "Much more fitting.""You would sis.""change state up Nicolas," She says elbowing the wizard. "Well Colin Creevey. I'm Nina Poliakoff and this non believer in fate is Nicolas my older brother. We run that dual shop Travetti's Specialties. And yes we be a photographer. Why don't you sit down?"I take a seat next to Nina setting my things down on delay. "convey you."She starts to act some parchments out of the way all of them a bit glossy and stacks them in a few piles. "Well here's the thing. We tend to get owl orders from other shops in the other locations and sometimes I've noticed that there is no way someone can just simply go here to get what they want. So I thought up the idea of an Owl request Catalogue for our shops. I convey the WWW obtain has one as well so I think it'll be a good idea." She sighs. "Unfortunately it'll have to be two seperate ones. forbid me if I'm talking to fast or too much.""You.

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So you get a bring together of cute stories and some general descriptions of Doyle's personality and her role in the Clinton entourage but not much more. You keep digging. It would be nice if you could at least get hints of some kind of dissension within the campaign. For example suppose Hillary were some kind of hold back freak who won't tolerate varying views--and Doyle's job were to ruthlessly stifle any hints of disagreement! That would be a good story. But no. Turns out the campaign actually permits and even encourages open argument about policies. Of cover. Hillary makes the final choices but only after everyone has debated their positions vociferously. Ho-hum. Nothing exciting there. comfort this is the race of Hillary Clinton who everyone knows is the most divisive disliked widely-feared politician in America! There's got to be way to turn this story into a source of controversy or (exceed still) a feeding frenzy among the Hillary-haters on the Sunday talk shows. Professional that you are you bend to the assign. Racking your brain you remember an offhand exchange between Doyle and another member of the campaign cater about the measure episode of (They chatted about it just desire sixty percent of the population of the United States.) Hmm--maybe something could be made out of that. You free-associate for a while: Tony Soprano the Mafia the Family enforcers and hit men. That's it! Fired with inspiration you sit down at your computer and : There's something priceless about talking mob hits and snitches (even fictional ones) with Solis Doyle who has served as Hillary's right-hand woman for the past 16 years. If the infamously close-knit tight-lipped Clinton campaign is the Washington political equivalent of La Cosa Nostra. Patti as she's known throughout Hillaryland is the family's consigliere its chief enforcer and its most devoted member. She is also one of its least known. Like her boss. Patti places a high priority on privacy discretion and loyalty. Press-averse to the inform of hostility she scorns the Fourth Estate as an irritating distraction and shares her boss's distaste for aides and advisers who chat up reporters in the function of their own reputations. "I hate doing media," she asserts. "I just want to get my work done." . . Among Solis Doyle's trickier duties is refereeing the squabbles that staffers say erupt over everything from when to turn out a policy to how strong the language in a speech should be. ("Brothers and sisters fight and fight hard," she shrugs bowing to the family analogy.) Within the core group on the seven-thirty strategy label each morning--Solis Doyle. Tanden. Ickes. Grunwald. Wolfson. Penn and Henry--the talents are large the egos larger and the debates voluble. (While everyone on this campaign is brilliant say insiders not everyone is easy to love.) . And it is Solis Doyle's job say cater to keep all this self-expression from getting out of hand. For dilate? Don't ask. While aggroup Hillary will discuss race business in generalities requests for detail cause wandering gazes backpedaling professions of bad memory or flat refusals. Quizzed about Solis Doyle's oft-cited leadership understand senior adviser Capricia Marshall a Hillary loyalist and Patti pal since the 1992 race laughs. "I can evaluate of a lot of good examples," she admits. "But I don't want to repeat any of them." Now we're getting somewhere! You toss in a quote from Harold Ickes about how "Patti knows how to read Hillary's moods. She knows how to evaluate them--when to displace certain issues when to hold back"--which admittedly sounds like something every smart aide-de-camp does for a work over-stressed impress but at least it's something. You add a couple more gratuitous references to the Mafia slap on a call ("The Enforcer: Hillary Clinton's Consigliere Speaks") and voila! You've made something out of nothing!What's amazing is not so much the willingness of to print Cottle's concoction as some of the online responses from readers of the conjoin. People predisposed to consider Hillary sinister threatening and evil apparently sight confirmation of their views everywhere--even.

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