I’ve been in trainings at Impact Trainings in Utah (www.impacttrainings.com) and have had yet another amazing week and weekend.  My sis went to their Quest training and had an amazing few days.  We just dropped her off at home and she’s going to the Summit training this week.  We get to fly out for her this weekend as well.  I’m getting quite used to Utah Salt Lake City Airport!

Our next training is coming up as well.    We are currently in Impact’s Lift Off trainings ourselves and have found it to be an exciting time in our lives as we move through their trainings.

I’ve sounded like an advertisement (don’t mean to) but seriously I have no direct affiliation with the center.  I just happen to know it’s been of benefit to our family. So when something is of use to others, I simply put it out there. 

If you have ANY questions, feel free to give them a ring at (801) 572-9700 United States, Utah.  They are all real knowledgeable and quite nice as a matter of fact. 

Love and Light,

Mon

As you can tell I have my sister back in my life.  It feels very very good.    I got to have my neice over for the weekend… here’s a pic we took at IHOP tonight after picking her up.  This is Tashina and Jessica… too cute. Both are seniors now in high school! 

Well late for me that is.  I have a meeting with my CPA tomorrow and have to finish quite a bit of work for a client.  So I thought I would take a break for a moment and collect my energy.

Well, maybe I’ll just dance instead. 

Daniel is working away on a client’s computer, and I’ve been… well, waiting on myspace under an account that must be my son’s account.  Why am I waiting you ask?  I shouldn’t say – ’cause it might go afowl (is that even a word?).  But put it this way – without saying names or who or why…  but there is this person I’ve been looking for online or at least 3 years kinda actively.  Mostly, I’ve been searching sometimes… and always finding nothing.  Well, I found her!

Wholley Molley macaroni.  So – let’s just say we didn’t part on the best of terms.  All that said – who cares?  Well, rather I don’t… all I know is life is WAY too short for stuff like this.  I mean her kids are 10 years older than the last time I saw them.  

Both of them are girls… and they turned out to be beautiful.  Although, this person I’m talking about always was VERY good looking IMHO.  So, I found her on MySpace along with her daughters.  And I wrote to her…

What the heck do you say to someone after 10 years?  How about… "hi".  Well, that’s what I did… so now, I’m waiting for her to read the darned email message thingy from MySpace.

Wish me luck!  10 Years is WAY too long.  Send out some mental vibes or something… get her to answer the darned email!

~Monica~

… waiting … 

Last night on our way home from dinner, I was relaxing and listening to music as Daniel drove.  You know when you are relaxed and your mind wanders to maybe a past memory, or something that has been on your mind?  Well last night my mind went to a very old memory.

What I remembered happened when I was very young.  My baby brother hadn’t been born yet, so I was certainly under 5.  Also, I was so young that I didn’t know what signal lights on the roads meant, nor did I know how to buckle my Mary Jane’s.  My assumption, and what I was told later was I was just over 3 years old when this happened.

It was a weekend day, early day.   I know for sure it was a weekend day because we had my 1/2 sister with us and we only got her every other weekend or so.  She, Felicia, was laying down on the piano bench watching TV in the front room with me and my dad.  My father was sitting on the chair or couch watching the TV program as well.  My mother was upstairs in bed asleep.  (She worked graveyards as a programmer for a bank, or then maybe it was a key punch operator).  None the less it was just us three downstairs in front of the TV.

The program on had a boy of about 6.  I remember his age because to me it seemed it was very old and must have been very smart.  From what I can remember, he was taking about "running away".  To me it sounded like a pretty neat trip.  To a child at that age, 3 or so, that would be all it meant.  As the boy continued to talk about his journey I thought about it and thought that when I got to be as old as him, I would do the same thing.  So I boldly told my father, "when I’m older, I’m going to run away too".  I remember those words.

My father seemed to get mad at me and told me that I should do it now and not wait.  He opened the front door and told me to go.  I panicked a moment because I remembered the boy said he brought his clothes with him in a small suitcase.  I told me dad to wait while I pack mine.  My dad told me no, to just  go now. 

So I walked out of the house a little confused.  I didn’t understand why my dad was mad at me, and didn’t know what to do on the porch now that I was outside.  By the way, it was raining.  I was in the clothes I had on and my shoes (the Mary Jane’s).

I felt like I was off on my journey and wasn’t sure where to go.  I decided that the place I could travel to was Mrs. Payne’s house.  My babysitter that lived a bit away from where we lived.  

Now mind you, as an adult now I’m absolutely shocked for a number of reasons.  The first is that a child of that age walking down a VERY busy street in San Leandro, California having to cross two MAJOR (not joking) intersections actually made it to where she was going.  I do remember seeing the big cars stop and let me cross the streets.  I cannot imagine what must have been going through these folks minds.  I was, I’m assuming, soaking wet and very small.

Because I can remember looking up at the cars and the placement they were on the street I can tell you without a doubt I was crossing these intersections on red lights.  The cars were to my left and right next to me.  They were more than all the way through the intersections, so they definately had the green lights.  I can remember one driver’s face and it was really panick.  I think he didn’t see me until he was right on top of me.  I can remember the sound of the screeching tires.

Well, somewhere in between home and Mrs. Payne’s I must have had a shoe come off because in later years when Mrs. Payne told me how she found me at her door I was SOPPING wet with one of my shoes in my hand.  

Now, I did get to Mrs. Payne’s in one piece.  More than likely it took well over an hour for me to walk that distance – at least we are assuming so.  She was expecting to see my parents right behind me when I knocked on her door, when she realized I had walked there the look on her face was pure anger.  

I was extremely confused because my dad was mad at me and now my babysitter was.  All I was wanting to do was go on a journey!  Well, needless to say – the babysitter called my mother and father and they came to pick me up.

I asked my dad later what on earth was he thinking?  He said he expected me to sit on the porch and just wait until he opened the door.  But, he fell asleep and never went to check on me.

Not sure what my mother and father said to eachother after Mrs. Payne called… but I can only imagine the discussion.

Moral to the story… there are some children no matter how small or seemingly unable to do the largest things – that simply will.

~M