Bought beer today made by Magic Hat Brewing Company called....BLIND FAITH. I might need many of those this week! Cheers!!
Dana Hunt-Me
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Here, I am.
Have you ever had one of those times in your life that you were here but not here? That is where I am at, I am here but I am not here. The lights are on but nobody is at home syndrome. I could completely walk away from myself, perhaps, like an outer body experience.
At the end of the week I will release one of my most biggest fears. Everyone tells me it will be just fine. But, it is getting to that "fine" part, that is so hard. I have a life that I will change and I can't make it complicated. I can do this, I will do this, and I am just strong enough. I think I am in a good place and the right set of mind. I am gearing up for my journey to be well prepared, for myself and everyone around me.
I have had to walk way from myself, so I can get a better view on everything, to see the whole picture of my life and the one that is in front of me.
I love the mystery of living, you never know what is around every corner of everyday. But, what amazes me the most, is our dreams. I dream in color, I dream big, I have got to a point in my life where reality and dreams are mixing. Have you ever been there? I really can not explain it, it is such a hard thing to do. It's like I have done that but I have not, I have been there, but I have not gone there yet.
I will have to ground myself soon, come back, and be here, I am just strong enough. Not too strong and not too weak. I think everything will be, well..... just fine.
At the end of the week I will release one of my most biggest fears. Everyone tells me it will be just fine. But, it is getting to that "fine" part, that is so hard. I have a life that I will change and I can't make it complicated. I can do this, I will do this, and I am just strong enough. I think I am in a good place and the right set of mind. I am gearing up for my journey to be well prepared, for myself and everyone around me.
I have had to walk way from myself, so I can get a better view on everything, to see the whole picture of my life and the one that is in front of me.
I love the mystery of living, you never know what is around every corner of everyday. But, what amazes me the most, is our dreams. I dream in color, I dream big, I have got to a point in my life where reality and dreams are mixing. Have you ever been there? I really can not explain it, it is such a hard thing to do. It's like I have done that but I have not, I have been there, but I have not gone there yet.
I will have to ground myself soon, come back, and be here, I am just strong enough. Not too strong and not too weak. I think everything will be, well..... just fine.
Egg poop?
Children often hear what they want to, and it can definitely get interesting.
Yesterday, I had one of the biggest headaches, which is unlike me, must have been caffeine induced. Anyway, I was standing in the kitchen when my 4-year-old twin son, Logan, walked in. He began bugging me to death, I want this, I want that, as all children his age do. I asked him, "Honey, PLEASE.... go play with your brothers for a little bit, Mommy has a headache." He looked at me very strange and said, "WHAT, you have an egg poop?". Then, the other twin, Lucas, strolled right into the conversation, he quickly says, "Wow, Mom, you pooped an egg!!".
It really is an ashame to laugh so hard when your head hurts that bad.
Dana Hunt-Me
Yesterday, I had one of the biggest headaches, which is unlike me, must have been caffeine induced. Anyway, I was standing in the kitchen when my 4-year-old twin son, Logan, walked in. He began bugging me to death, I want this, I want that, as all children his age do. I asked him, "Honey, PLEASE.... go play with your brothers for a little bit, Mommy has a headache." He looked at me very strange and said, "WHAT, you have an egg poop?". Then, the other twin, Lucas, strolled right into the conversation, he quickly says, "Wow, Mom, you pooped an egg!!".
It really is an ashame to laugh so hard when your head hurts that bad.
Dana Hunt-Me
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Open Book
My life is an open book for everyone to read, I hope you might gain something from it, and I hope I do to.
Dana Hunt- Me
Dana Hunt- Me
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Abram
The Call of Abram
Genesis 12:1-3
"The Lord had said to Abram, "Leave your country, your people and your father's household and go to the land I will show you."
2 "I will make you into a great nation and I will bless you; I will make your name great, and you will be a blessing.
3 "I will bless those who bless you, and whoever curses you I will curse; and all peoples on earth will be blessed through you."
Genesis 12:1-3
"The Lord had said to Abram, "Leave your country, your people and your father's household and go to the land I will show you."
2 "I will make you into a great nation and I will bless you; I will make your name great, and you will be a blessing.
3 "I will bless those who bless you, and whoever curses you I will curse; and all peoples on earth will be blessed through you."
Abram, you are a blessing, you are my heart. Love, Mom.
Dana Hunt-Me
Monday, May 21, 2012
Christian- The Hardest Thing.
On August 13th 2003, I had my first child. The doctor had told us months ahead that we were having a girl. At 12:12pm, that day, I delivered my son, Christian. Wow, what a surprise, a boy, you could have knocked everyone in the room out with a feather!! Suddenly, Madelynn, turned into, Christian. While I was pregnant with this child I had many dreams that I was having a boy, and I just felt it was a boy. So to some extent, I was not as surprised.
Three months after my son was born, my Husband left us. He relinquished all of his rights to our son and, Christian, became my full responsibility, which I was very happy and blessed to take on. I never told, Christian, about his real father ( I use the word, Father, loosely). It is now 8 years later. I have since remarried and my Husband, Jeff, adopted, Christian, when he was very young. Christian does not remember this, so for 8 years, he has believed that, Jeff, is his real father.
In about a week or so, I (we) will have to do the hardest thing I will ever have to do in my life, something I do not want to do. It breaks my heart to pieces, but I always wanted to do what was best for, Christian. I wanted him to have a "normal" life, without all of the stresses of a broken family. And I still want to do what is best for him, it is time that he finds out. I just hope his life stays on course and that he does not hate me for hiding this from him.
Christian, is my rock and my strength. He has made me understand that I can do anything no matter how hard it might be. He is a blessing, an old soul at heart and he is well beyond his time. I have a feeling, he already knows, I just have to validate the truth. May God be with, Christian, during this time. I love him so much.
Love you,Christian, Mom.
Dana Hunt-Me
Three months after my son was born, my Husband left us. He relinquished all of his rights to our son and, Christian, became my full responsibility, which I was very happy and blessed to take on. I never told, Christian, about his real father ( I use the word, Father, loosely). It is now 8 years later. I have since remarried and my Husband, Jeff, adopted, Christian, when he was very young. Christian does not remember this, so for 8 years, he has believed that, Jeff, is his real father.
In about a week or so, I (we) will have to do the hardest thing I will ever have to do in my life, something I do not want to do. It breaks my heart to pieces, but I always wanted to do what was best for, Christian. I wanted him to have a "normal" life, without all of the stresses of a broken family. And I still want to do what is best for him, it is time that he finds out. I just hope his life stays on course and that he does not hate me for hiding this from him.
Love you,Christian, Mom.
Dana Hunt-Me
Monday, May 14, 2012
A Long Dream
I open my eyes; I can't resist, I think to myself is this world real, does it really exist.
I look around and all I see are shallow people, surrounded in misery, some by choice, some by fate, and some who just saw hate.
I ponder at the sky, a jewel glittering collage; it sometimes plays tricks on me, as though I've seen an endless mirage.
It's a never ending wonderment, it speaks the truth to what this world once condoned, but now is constrained and not even close to being maintained.
I close my eyes in a dire hope of aspiration, and pray to the gods that it was only A LONG DREAM, but to my dismay, it's only been another day.
Written by: Dana (Sienkiewicz) Hunt
I look around and all I see are shallow people, surrounded in misery, some by choice, some by fate, and some who just saw hate.
I ponder at the sky, a jewel glittering collage; it sometimes plays tricks on me, as though I've seen an endless mirage.
It's a never ending wonderment, it speaks the truth to what this world once condoned, but now is constrained and not even close to being maintained.
I close my eyes in a dire hope of aspiration, and pray to the gods that it was only A LONG DREAM, but to my dismay, it's only been another day.
Written by: Dana (Sienkiewicz) Hunt
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Living with a chlid with ADHD
Two and half years ago my son was diagnosed with ADHD. I am not one that always sides with using medication to fix a problem. But, my son had a very hard time staying on task at school, remembering simple directions, staying seated and interrupting the class during teachings. We decided to place him on medication and it took a few tries to find the right medication and the right dose. Hang-in there.
Mornings are still very difficult and I still have to remind him several times to stay on task, and yes, it is frustrating but I always have to remind myself to be patient. I really notice a difference after he takes his medication, which is Concerta. I am so proud of him, he is such a good-hearted, intelligent and caring person. Note: These medications do not build up in the body like some other medications do.
I'm writing this so others know that they are not alone and that Concerta, in my sons case, has helped tremendously! Every child is different and just pace yourself and your child in the process. My sons abilities at school have become so much better and he is at the top of his class with his academic skills.
Also, as your child gets older the medication might need to be adjusted or changed. Stay in close contact with your doctors, teachers and mentors in your child's life, they will be able to supply more information about your child's behavior. Sometimes others on the outside can see and notice more than just us as parents.
We don't always want to come to truth that your child might need a little help. Never feel embarrassed that your child has ADHD and remember, your are not alone and neither is your child.
Dana Hunt- Me
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
The Invisible Mom
This is only my perception on this..... but I am a stay-at-home-mom of four boys. I run around most of the time with my head not connected correctly to my body (thank God, it is fused on now). I work harder now than at any job I have ever had, and I really do not have time to even cry over spilt milk, really!!
I am a taxi service, a chief, a nurse, a wife, a reminder, a calender, a sticky note, a maid, a banker, a car detailer, a laundry service, a law enforcer, a butt-wiper, a tissue, a go getter (can I have, can I have)(I want, I want), a Meany, a therapist, a lawn service, the un-fun one and invisible!!
What happened to MOM?
I pick up my children at school and instead of a warm welcome from my children; It is "Oh.....I wish it was Dad, is Dad coming home soon, where's Dad, as they sit at the window waiting for Dad's cruiser to pull into the drive-way and out they shoot from the door like a rocket, you'd think Mickey Mouse had just shown up in person, no..it's Super Dad (not that's a bad thing, but?).
And for a while, I thought it was really cute, but day after day, it has started to wear on me, just like when I haven't changed my clothes in two days. I know, yuck...I just always hope no one notices, my husband hardly notices, probably not a good thing! I'm starting to blend into my surroundings, I'm going for the chameleon look, I guess.
I also told myself, I would never let myself get this way, and that I would always take time for myself to get ready everyday (make-up, hair, shower, etc.). I do try so very hard to take care of myself, eat right and workout "ghetto style" around the house when I can (hey.... I've lost 20 pounds doing that).
And my husband wonders why I pass out at 7pm (I'm sure all my medication and a beer or two helps that along too). I was never a night owl to begin with.
Were did I go? I'm still here. Hello!
I am a taxi service, a chief, a nurse, a wife, a reminder, a calender, a sticky note, a maid, a banker, a car detailer, a laundry service, a law enforcer, a butt-wiper, a tissue, a go getter (can I have, can I have)(I want, I want), a Meany, a therapist, a lawn service, the un-fun one and invisible!!
What happened to MOM?
I pick up my children at school and instead of a warm welcome from my children; It is "Oh.....I wish it was Dad, is Dad coming home soon, where's Dad, as they sit at the window waiting for Dad's cruiser to pull into the drive-way and out they shoot from the door like a rocket, you'd think Mickey Mouse had just shown up in person, no..it's Super Dad (not that's a bad thing, but?).
And for a while, I thought it was really cute, but day after day, it has started to wear on me, just like when I haven't changed my clothes in two days. I know, yuck...I just always hope no one notices, my husband hardly notices, probably not a good thing! I'm starting to blend into my surroundings, I'm going for the chameleon look, I guess.
I also told myself, I would never let myself get this way, and that I would always take time for myself to get ready everyday (make-up, hair, shower, etc.). I do try so very hard to take care of myself, eat right and workout "ghetto style" around the house when I can (hey.... I've lost 20 pounds doing that).
And my husband wonders why I pass out at 7pm (I'm sure all my medication and a beer or two helps that along too). I was never a night owl to begin with.
Were did I go? I'm still here. Hello!
MYSELF
Sometimes I wonder why I'm here and for how long. What is my purpose, and how will I know when I find it, or when it finds me. No, I don't live my life around these thoughts, but I do stop and think, do I have years, months, days or just a moment. No one can predict the outcome of ones being.
I've gathered from my own experience that this world has a lot to offer, but in return has a lot to take. It can open it's arms to love, kindness, friendship, and compassion, yet; turn it's back on you, leaving you in a puddle of hate, heartache, self-remorse, misunderstanding and a loss of humanity. How these actions can stand together is beyond me.
I want to leave this world knowing that I was ready. That I did what I was suppose to do, loved who I was suppose to love and I was who I was suppose to be. I hope I can full-fill those actions, but this won't be known till I'm gone.
But there are things I am certain of: That it is often hard to find your place or even yourself in this all so often confusing world, and I can't even begin to tell you how many times I have doubted my own self.
I know I'm not always right in the feelings I have for myself and what I think of myself. Some say, I cut myself short, I think, I'm just my own worst critic.
I try to be the best person I can be, even knowing I have messed up in the past and will do so in the future, but my intentions are good.
It will come down to the end, MYSELF.
Written by: Dana (Sienkiewicz) Hunt- 2000
All rights reserved
I've gathered from my own experience that this world has a lot to offer, but in return has a lot to take. It can open it's arms to love, kindness, friendship, and compassion, yet; turn it's back on you, leaving you in a puddle of hate, heartache, self-remorse, misunderstanding and a loss of humanity. How these actions can stand together is beyond me.
I want to leave this world knowing that I was ready. That I did what I was suppose to do, loved who I was suppose to love and I was who I was suppose to be. I hope I can full-fill those actions, but this won't be known till I'm gone.
But there are things I am certain of: That it is often hard to find your place or even yourself in this all so often confusing world, and I can't even begin to tell you how many times I have doubted my own self.
I know I'm not always right in the feelings I have for myself and what I think of myself. Some say, I cut myself short, I think, I'm just my own worst critic.
I try to be the best person I can be, even knowing I have messed up in the past and will do so in the future, but my intentions are good.
It will come down to the end, MYSELF.
Written by: Dana (Sienkiewicz) Hunt- 2000
All rights reserved
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
This is my life......
Okay here we go.....I treated myself to a mud mask this morning, got ready and then head out the door to Wal-mart. Got in the van after my "I'd rather scrap-my- eye-out-with-a-spoon grocery spree" and noticed that I still had mud mask caked to my nose!!! Thank you to my husaband who can't tell me this prior to my departure....... I'm in Wal-mart and I look like a CRACK-HEAD... Thanks Hun..... Perhaps no one noticed????? Perhaps...I just blended in!!!!
Farting Crocs
I wore my comfy Croc shoes, that make a farting noise when I walk, to the library the other day.......probably not a good idea. Whoops!!
Reflection
Reflection
I open my eyes, as I look up, I see her.
She is scared yet motivated by what she once feared,
she brings a presence of innocents, untouched, but only untouched in the mind and the spirit of the heart.
A look of confusion is impressed on her face yet: a vision of understanding succeeds in the soul of her eyes.
She is internally surrounded by deep thoughts, for she does not even have to utter a word because the questions that claw inside of her have not been spoke of or answered.
Nor, can they be answered in this existence, only in the next.
I look at her, I see all the beauty, strength, and goodness that exist in her, but no matter how many times in her life she has been reminded of it, she still can not believe of it.
She has the since to recognize that her past sometimes doesn't let her choose, but, she knows that her endlessness love for life holds the key to her future.
Her thoughts on life and the knowledge she holds deep within her will get her far, but if she might speak of it in this realm of life she might be considered an outcast.
Therefore, she bottles it in and only the precious few will ever truly know her and see through her eyes, and
you can tell, that's okay with her.
Her heart aches for so much in this world and that drains her soul,but she is gracious that she can recognize it, for it reminds her of what really matters.
By this time, I look at her more open eyed, and I can see she's been waiting on a second chance, but we all know, sometimes we can not go back and regain.
This makes her feel not good enough.
A smile overcomes her face, it is of a thought, she realizes if she had that second chance, she would not be where she stands now.
She would never change that for one second of her life.
At this point, she has my full attention.
I look at her intensely, as she gazes up at the sky, as if she could see so much more than everyone else, or at least more than what most could.
Her face illuminated as if God reached down and touched it.
As she brought her head down to meet the never-ending horizon, so did I.
As I peered into the mirror once more, I saw myself.
Written by: Dana (Sienkiewicz) Hunt
2/26/02
Copyright
Monday, May 7, 2012
Be Good
Today I went to McDonald's with my boys and parents. We had a very nice lunch. As we were finishing up....I nice gentlemen stopped by our table and spoke with us and the kiddos. He asked the kids how old they were, and what there names were. He seemed to be a very cool dude,probably in his 30's,as he was leaving, he told the boys to be good, and as quick as lightening, Logan (4) said, YOU BE GOOD TOO!! We loved it and so did he. Out of the mouth of a child!!
Thursday, May 3, 2012
Wine bottles
Note to Self and to All: DO NOT use a corkscrew for twist off wine bottle tops.......I knew my day was going to smoothly!! CHEERS anyway!!
I Love Wegmans Food Markets
On my way to Wegmans, in Frederick Maryland, if you have never been to a Wegmans you have no idea what you are missing out on. It is like a Disney Land for adults; and you don't even have to pay to get in, just to get out (I can NEVER leave empty handed). They have many markets along the East Coast. Check it out if you can, I promise, you will not be disappointed! Search for one near you.
Wegmans Food Markets
PO Box 30844
Rochester, New York 14603-0844
Wegmans Food Markets
PO Box 30844
Rochester, New York 14603-0844
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
Tossing Cookies
Tossing Cookies......
This is a very true story and not a cookie cutter one either. If you are a mother, you probably have given birth.
Question: Have you ever wanted the last 30 seconds of your life back, had a mute button to push, or were just hard of hearing? I have.
Let me set the scene for you. It was October 4th, 2007, at 8:31am, when the doctor pulled out twin A and 8:32am, when the doctor pulled out twin B. As they whisked the babies off, there I was, cut in half; obviously I had a Cesarean Birth. I sat in recovery for an hour or more and wondering how my babies were; and what the hell just happened to me back there?
They wheeled me up to the maternity section of the hospital and there everyone stood looking at the babies through the glass as the nurses were tending to them. They rolled me past, quickly I might add, to my room. There I lay, a sitting duck. Finally my husband and nurse come in and let me know that twin A was doing great but twin B is not breathing correctly and sometimes not at all. The NIC unit is on its way to pick him up and take him to a larger hospital that has a specialized unit for infants. Okay, what can I say.........I just cried. So they bundled him up and the NIC nurses were nice enough to have swept him in and out of my room, it was nothing but a blur.
About an hour later the nurse brought twin A to me, I had a baby to hold. Here he is, Mrs. Hunt, and she left. I looked at him and well, have you ever seen the movie "Curious Case of Benjamin Button", I thought to myself this is not my baby, oh my goodness..... those words can not come out of my mouth.... he looks like a 90 year-old man. I guess that is what happens when your head is stuck in a pelvis for nine months and your brother is taking up his fare share of the womb. Now, he is as cute as he can be and not to mention rotten.
So after I had him in my arms and happy to meet him and so very blessed, I suddenly handed him to the closest person in the room and began tossing my cookies and this went on all day. I had lots of visitors come and go that day (always nice to have a crowd cheer you on as your throwing-up). Most of them wanted to go, I have no idea why?!?!
So the next day, I was feeling much better and my husband kept me posted on twin B and that he was doing much better. I finally was able to eat a little without tossing my cookies and it was a nice sunny day. Then, a visitor arrived, I'll call her SIL (Are you good at reading between the lines?). She stood in my room and held twin A and I'd say about five, okay maybe six minutes into it, and she starts to chuckle......"Ha ha ha....my girls were just wondering why you still looked pregnant. Chuckle, chuckle."
Wow.......I thought to myself, did that just come from your mouth. I just sat there with complete loss of words. Could someone really say this to a person that just had twins and one twin that I have not even hardly seen, let alone touched. This coming from an RN, I just couldn't wrap my mind around it and still can't. I just smiled and took it, I wish I was bold enough to say to her, "My son wonders why you have two chins?" Thank God I was highly drugged and could not get up. Boy, I so wish I had some COOKIES TO TOSS that day!!
That was a truly EYE OPENING experience for me!
This is a very true story and not a cookie cutter one either. If you are a mother, you probably have given birth.
Question: Have you ever wanted the last 30 seconds of your life back, had a mute button to push, or were just hard of hearing? I have.
Let me set the scene for you. It was October 4th, 2007, at 8:31am, when the doctor pulled out twin A and 8:32am, when the doctor pulled out twin B. As they whisked the babies off, there I was, cut in half; obviously I had a Cesarean Birth. I sat in recovery for an hour or more and wondering how my babies were; and what the hell just happened to me back there?
They wheeled me up to the maternity section of the hospital and there everyone stood looking at the babies through the glass as the nurses were tending to them. They rolled me past, quickly I might add, to my room. There I lay, a sitting duck. Finally my husband and nurse come in and let me know that twin A was doing great but twin B is not breathing correctly and sometimes not at all. The NIC unit is on its way to pick him up and take him to a larger hospital that has a specialized unit for infants. Okay, what can I say.........I just cried. So they bundled him up and the NIC nurses were nice enough to have swept him in and out of my room, it was nothing but a blur.
About an hour later the nurse brought twin A to me, I had a baby to hold. Here he is, Mrs. Hunt, and she left. I looked at him and well, have you ever seen the movie "Curious Case of Benjamin Button", I thought to myself this is not my baby, oh my goodness..... those words can not come out of my mouth.... he looks like a 90 year-old man. I guess that is what happens when your head is stuck in a pelvis for nine months and your brother is taking up his fare share of the womb. Now, he is as cute as he can be and not to mention rotten.
So after I had him in my arms and happy to meet him and so very blessed, I suddenly handed him to the closest person in the room and began tossing my cookies and this went on all day. I had lots of visitors come and go that day (always nice to have a crowd cheer you on as your throwing-up). Most of them wanted to go, I have no idea why?!?!
So the next day, I was feeling much better and my husband kept me posted on twin B and that he was doing much better. I finally was able to eat a little without tossing my cookies and it was a nice sunny day. Then, a visitor arrived, I'll call her SIL (Are you good at reading between the lines?). She stood in my room and held twin A and I'd say about five, okay maybe six minutes into it, and she starts to chuckle......"Ha ha ha....my girls were just wondering why you still looked pregnant. Chuckle, chuckle."
Wow.......I thought to myself, did that just come from your mouth. I just sat there with complete loss of words. Could someone really say this to a person that just had twins and one twin that I have not even hardly seen, let alone touched. This coming from an RN, I just couldn't wrap my mind around it and still can't. I just smiled and took it, I wish I was bold enough to say to her, "My son wonders why you have two chins?" Thank God I was highly drugged and could not get up. Boy, I so wish I had some COOKIES TO TOSS that day!!
That was a truly EYE OPENING experience for me!
The Best Children's Book You Must Read To Your Child.
If you have a kiddo(s), please read this book to them. Even if you don't have kiddos, still a must read!! Fantastic and a Winner of the 1967 Caldecott Medal. Five and a half stars on my list!!
Sam, Bangs & Moonshine
WRITTEN AND ILLUSTRATED BY EVALINE NESS
The Eleven Things That Have Changed Since I've Had Children:
1.) I drive a lot slower.
2.) I'm lucky if I am on time for anything (I might not even make it to my destination).
3.) I find myself watching Dora the Explorer and I'm the only one who is watching it.
4.) Taking a shower is a challenge and triumph, forget bathes.
5.) I wait for my husband to come home from work like a child waiting for Santa Clause on Christmas Eve.
6.) The UPS, Mail and Fed Ex people might be my best friends now or my therapist.
7.) I have had to call my parents to rescue me from Wal-Mart because I refused to leave my cart full of stuff, because I have monkeys not children. Taking children to Wal-Mart is like taking them to Disney World minus $1000 dollars in tickets, just groceries.
8.) I never close the bathroom door.
9.) I carry lollipops, an extra diaper and a pair of underwear in my purse (God help me if I smile, sneeze or goodness gracious laugh the wrong way). Hey, I've had 4 children.
10.) My mother placed a curse on me when I was just a wee one, "I hope you have a child just like you", since then she has tried hard to undo the curse. It has not worked!!
11.) Even though I will never be the same since I have had children I'm glad because of that. I am so blessed to have them in my world. I might be a little more crazy and have a few marbles less but I would not change a thing. Besides, they have very creative Parents and we will be so honored to pay them back in the future.
Dana Hunt-Me
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Do this one thing everyday.
If there is any advise I could share with ANYONE, it would be to listen to this EVERYDAY!! **"Everybody's free (to wear sunscreen)"
I sure hope God has a Sense of Humor...
My family and I frequently attend church and during the service, we have a Concern and Joy section, where you can raise you hand and speak what's on your mind. I told my husband the other day, I wish I was crazy enough to hold my hand up and say....Well, the other day I went to the bathroom, #2 (or as my husband would say, "Dropping the kids off at the pool.") but anyway...,I only had to wipe once and that is an AWESOME JOY!! NO ONE likes the forever wipes!! I mean, poop does happen. Amen.
Liberty
This way written the day after 9/11, I was inspired by a picture of a news clip with the Statue of Liberty and The Twin Towers together prior to the falling of the towers.
To those who lost their lives on and above this nation: to those who risked their lives and lost; and to those who could only stand by and watch. This is to you America; may our nation stand strong.
Liberty
As she peered at the sky there were no mere words to reply.
To those who lost their lives on and above this nation: to those who risked their lives and lost; and to those who could only stand by and watch. This is to you America; may our nation stand strong.
Liberty
As she peered at the sky there were no mere words to reply.
She watched two shiny birds fly as though their wings had been tied.
There Liberty stood with stolen pride,
And now she wondered if she could confide.
On that pedestal so high in the sky stood nothing but a frown
Bigger than the heart of the town.
As she watched, two beautiful towers came tumbling down.
For the first time in her life she thought her heart had found the ground, But no,
It was only a tragic sound.
She lowered her head with much disgrace and for one moment in time
She felt this was not her place.
With her head hung low, one huge tear made a remarkable roll,
And this is how she regained control.
As she stood there clunching onto her glory
She finally spoke and told her story.
For this is my nation and I will raise my weary head from this sacred ground
And stand tall and step off this mound.
I lift my torch higher for all to see; don't you understand, we are free.
I will take God and my nation's hand
And we will recreate and mend this great land.
Written By: Dana Sienkiewicz (Hunt)
Charles Town, West Virginia
Dedicated to my loved ones who made it home safely: Myra L. Sienkiewicz,
United Airlines Flight Attendant; Michael P. Sienkiewicz, government employee, Washington, DC
Copyright 2001
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