The Christmas eve/day snowstorm made for a good old-fashioned Minnesota winterwonderland. Estimates of about 16 inches of new snow, mild temps.... perfect for snowmen and snowballs.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Monday, December 21, 2009
Goodbye 2009- Hello 2010
I guess if there’s anything new this year in our lives it’s this: 2009 has been not a body-building year for us, but rather a body re-building year … physically and emotionally.
Each morning, Chan doesn’t exactly bound out of bed at 4:30 a.m., but he’s no slacker either. He’s at the Burnsville YMCA when the doors open at 5 a.m. In fact, if he forgets his I.D., they just smile and let him in. Yes, his 5 a.m. exercise routine has earned him the title of “A YMCA Regular.” Me, on the other hand, I just roll over and am happy that I have one more hour to lie in bed.
Chan ‘s heart bypass surgery last year was a real wake-up call for him, and his self-discipline and commitment to change is showing in his body and his smile.
My pivotal moment came in the summer when my leg just gave out on me. Yup. Just standing there and all of a sudden the pain just stopped me cold. No clear diagnosis other than overactive nerves. Maybe it’s polymyalgia, fibromyalgia, or as I call it “oldalgia.” Anyway, this and a wrestling match with the monster depression pushed me to deal with my “stinkin’ thinkin’.” Gosh, putting the pieces together again is darn near a full-time job!
And speaking of a job! How grateful I am that we have meaningful work. My prayer is that 2010 brings jobs and stability back to so many families.
Chan still has the store (not at the Mall of America) and is moving into other ventures (shhhhhh. I don’t think he’s quite ready to talk about it).
Me? Well I’m still at the House of Representatives and am now in the sixth year of teaching a community journalism class at the U of M. I am still very passionate about journalism, and love keeping the connection. My job forces me to keep up with technology, and you can follow the House on Twitter; follow my blog http://brovaldsims.blogspot.com/ or friend me through Facebook.
Yes, we took some trips this year. Probably the most memorable for me was our road trip to Calumet in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula in search of my grandfather’s roots as a copper miner. A local historian showed us an 1894 directory with the address of my great great-grandfather’s house in nearby Lake Lillian. That was really interesting.
We also had a great visit with friends in Montreal, and took a spectacular side trip to Quebec City.
Our collective kids and grandkids (four for Lee Ann and five for Chan) are all doing well. This fall, Chan went to India with two of his grandchildren along with two of his children and their partners. What a wonderful experience; especially for the little ones and their grandpa.
The very best to you in the New Year, and please stay in touch.
Each morning, Chan doesn’t exactly bound out of bed at 4:30 a.m., but he’s no slacker either. He’s at the Burnsville YMCA when the doors open at 5 a.m. In fact, if he forgets his I.D., they just smile and let him in. Yes, his 5 a.m. exercise routine has earned him the title of “A YMCA Regular.” Me, on the other hand, I just roll over and am happy that I have one more hour to lie in bed.
Chan ‘s heart bypass surgery last year was a real wake-up call for him, and his self-discipline and commitment to change is showing in his body and his smile.
My pivotal moment came in the summer when my leg just gave out on me. Yup. Just standing there and all of a sudden the pain just stopped me cold. No clear diagnosis other than overactive nerves. Maybe it’s polymyalgia, fibromyalgia, or as I call it “oldalgia.” Anyway, this and a wrestling match with the monster depression pushed me to deal with my “stinkin’ thinkin’.” Gosh, putting the pieces together again is darn near a full-time job!
And speaking of a job! How grateful I am that we have meaningful work. My prayer is that 2010 brings jobs and stability back to so many families.
Chan still has the store (not at the Mall of America) and is moving into other ventures (shhhhhh. I don’t think he’s quite ready to talk about it).
Me? Well I’m still at the House of Representatives and am now in the sixth year of teaching a community journalism class at the U of M. I am still very passionate about journalism, and love keeping the connection. My job forces me to keep up with technology, and you can follow the House on Twitter; follow my blog http://brovaldsims.blogspot.com/ or friend me through Facebook.
Yes, we took some trips this year. Probably the most memorable for me was our road trip to Calumet in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula in search of my grandfather’s roots as a copper miner. A local historian showed us an 1894 directory with the address of my great great-grandfather’s house in nearby Lake Lillian. That was really interesting.
We also had a great visit with friends in Montreal, and took a spectacular side trip to Quebec City.
Our collective kids and grandkids (four for Lee Ann and five for Chan) are all doing well. This fall, Chan went to India with two of his grandchildren along with two of his children and their partners. What a wonderful experience; especially for the little ones and their grandpa.
The very best to you in the New Year, and please stay in touch.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Holiday Elves 2009
Harper, Stella, Charlie and EveretteMerry Christmas
Just got this photo of my wonderful grandkids!
Monday, November 30, 2009
Cookies help me find Christmas
A little considered fallout of divorce is "Who Gets Christmas?"
Christmas had always been mine before the big "D." From Snow Villages, homemade cookies and candies, homemade presents, and most importantly ... FAMILY. It was my time to devote energies to those that I love. I really wanted to create a magical time filled with memories.
After divorce ... "So, this is Christmas!"
I still wanted my kids (even though grown) to continue to experience the traditions they grew up with, and I knew that lay in Montevideo with their dad, not with me in the cities.
To complicate tradition woes: My sister had always had Thanksgiving, an event we really looked forward to annually. This year, the tradition went with them to their new winter home in South Carolina. Now, I felt a sense of obligation to bring my side of the family together, especially for her two daughters who would be experiencing their first Thanksgiving away from their parents.
After 12 years of my struggle to find a new holiday tradition that could include a blended and extended family, it came this year in the form of COOKIES!
Our first cookie bake, decorate and take event was a successful blend of frosting, candy do-dads, and our families,. (The homemade pizza's weren't too bad either.)
This, I hope, becomes a tradition that grows each year.
The hit of the day was Molly's replication of Grandma Winslow's sugar cookie!
What fun.
Friday, November 27, 2009
I Caught Black Friday Fever
Joanne Fabrics Wal-Mart
'How am I going to get out of here.'
That was the comment I heard from a fellow traveler as we weaved our way through the meandering line of people, with filled carts, who waited patiently to check out at Wal-Mart as the clock approached 7 a.m. on Friday, Nov. 27.
Black Friday — never have I participated, and never did I think I would. But, as a news reporter, I had to do it sometime, and this year it was it. So, my trusty sidekick, Chan, and I set out around 5:30 a.m.
The dark morning revealed empty streets ... that is until we hit Highway 42, near the Apple Valley shopping district.
The backuped traffic and filled parking lots at and near Wal-Mart intimidated me! I wasn't ready. I needed time to ease into this experience. So, off to Joanne Fabrics ... yes, there was a line. Good deals on a popular cutting devise for scrapbookers was enough to bring the first few people in line out at 1 a.m. to set up camp for the 6 a.m. opening. Yup. They were laughing and having a good time.
Next, off to Target ... seemed weird to see the empty Cub Food parking lot adjacent to the crammed lot that housed the "Bullseye" and Best Buy customers. Just two days before, Cub was as chaotic as their neighbors are today.
With all the good deals at Target, I forgot my reporter duties and did quick cart-wheelees as I made my way to the items on my shopping list. ... I caught Black Friday fever. As I got to the checkout, I started emptying out the cart, not onto the counter, but to the clerk for placement back in the store. "Sorry," I said, "I kinda got carried away."
Whew! That's now over! I'm going back to bed. But, I had so much fun, I'm ready to do it again next year.
Friday, November 20, 2009
New media, new opportunities
Yesterday I attended a great Minnesota Association of Government Communicators conference on new media and its applications for government communicators. I plan to spend some time reviewing the tips and tutorials on http://social-media-university-global.org/. While many people still do not have computer access, let alone FAST speed, the Internet allows us to uncomplicate complex issues by using video and audio as well is as the written word.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
The ties that bind: Grandma Paukert
Last night’s dinner with cousins Barb Smith and Doug Lovejoy brought out shared memories of our Grandma Paukert.
We are among the “junior and senior” first-cousins in the tribe of oh … not sure …. 75? We remember the 1950s, the significance of girls wearing a square scarf folded into a triangle on your head with the knot tied at the chin; we remember the days of BIG cars, drive-ins, saddle shoes, GANT Madras shirts with the back tabs, that were collector’s items for girls. (I wonder if I still have my collection somewhere?)
We have shared memories of Grandma Paukert at that time, the matriarch of a family of 11 who lived her later years in a two-story house in Owatonna, within walking distance of the Catholic church. We “juniors and senior members of the second generation, were preteen or early teens and, although there were few times we were all together as a complete Paukert unit, we enjoyed even the anticipation of each other’s company.
Grandma’s house — the smell of apple butter and old lady; her waddle due to arthritis; her sagging boobs; her dark-colored housedresses; her long, yellow-grey hair, braided and pulled back in a bun; her love of card games, soap operas and never-ending crochet projects.
I don’t remember ever kissing or hugging her — Paukert’s aren’t known for physical displays of affection. I don’t remember her ever telling me stories, after all “hard work” was our mantra. But I remember her home being a place of warmth and safety, a place where family connected.
Every two years, a Paukert family reunion is held, but there’s fear that as the children of Elizabeth pass on (there are only three sisters living,) and as the “senior- and junior-”aged cousins move to retirement, the younger generation (whose numbers are too many to count) may no longer be interested in the Elizabeth-family-ties.
The chain would break.
Too bad … but I guess that’s the way it’s meant to be.
Now, as a grandma, I realize how important it is for me to create my own smells and experiences for my grandchildren … for their children- my great grandchildren- I will most likely only be a string of memories from their parents.
We are among the “junior and senior” first-cousins in the tribe of oh … not sure …. 75? We remember the 1950s, the significance of girls wearing a square scarf folded into a triangle on your head with the knot tied at the chin; we remember the days of BIG cars, drive-ins, saddle shoes, GANT Madras shirts with the back tabs, that were collector’s items for girls. (I wonder if I still have my collection somewhere?)
We have shared memories of Grandma Paukert at that time, the matriarch of a family of 11 who lived her later years in a two-story house in Owatonna, within walking distance of the Catholic church. We “juniors and senior members of the second generation, were preteen or early teens and, although there were few times we were all together as a complete Paukert unit, we enjoyed even the anticipation of each other’s company.
Grandma’s house — the smell of apple butter and old lady; her waddle due to arthritis; her sagging boobs; her dark-colored housedresses; her long, yellow-grey hair, braided and pulled back in a bun; her love of card games, soap operas and never-ending crochet projects.
I don’t remember ever kissing or hugging her — Paukert’s aren’t known for physical displays of affection. I don’t remember her ever telling me stories, after all “hard work” was our mantra. But I remember her home being a place of warmth and safety, a place where family connected.
Every two years, a Paukert family reunion is held, but there’s fear that as the children of Elizabeth pass on (there are only three sisters living,) and as the “senior- and junior-”aged cousins move to retirement, the younger generation (whose numbers are too many to count) may no longer be interested in the Elizabeth-family-ties.
The chain would break.
Too bad … but I guess that’s the way it’s meant to be.
Now, as a grandma, I realize how important it is for me to create my own smells and experiences for my grandchildren … for their children- my great grandchildren- I will most likely only be a string of memories from their parents.
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