It seems that the Sangwidge Shop outsold the other Sangwidge Shops for the first quarter of 2007. As a "Thank You," the owners took us all out to dinner at Pappadeaux. For those of you outside the range, that's a Cajun seafood restaurant. A very pricey Cajun seafood restaurant. As almost 20 employees came to dinner, it was a pretty generous Thank You for folks who were only doing their jobs. At least, that's how I look at it.
I had a Greek salad, a cedar planked salmon fillet with asparagus, key lime pie and coffee. I saw a lot of filets mignon around the table, and king crab. Oh, and not to forget the appetizers--a huge platter of munchies--fried oysters, alligator, chicken bits, calamari, onion rings and fries, plus a huge platter of raw oysters.
Thanks, Thundercloud! It was lovely!
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
Ethan's First Vigil
Don't worry--he was only there for an hour or so, and we kept him in the shade.
They let me off work early, as the sangwidge biz was slow, V and E and I headed off to Taylor. After an hour or so, V brought me home, and I waited for Jim to get off work and went back.
I don't know how many people were there altogether, as it was like an "at home"--people came and went, and there were still folks arriving at sunset when I left.
Still, standing there, holding him, I had to wonder how many grandmothers there are here, in Guatemala, in Mexico, in Sierra Leone, in Canada...in all the places the prisoners of Hutto came from, who are afraid they will never see their grandchildren again.
Here's a link http://www.childrenspeak.net/
And another http://www.myspace.com/free_the_children
Monday, May 07, 2007
Today's Vigil
Hutto Vigil VIII is being held as planned.
Monday, May 7th, 10am to dark.
In front of the Hutto prison camp on Welch Rd...in Taylor, Texas.
We will be protesting the inhumane imprisonment of innocent children.
We will also be protesting the refusal of Chertoff (Bush) to grant access to Sr. Jorge Bustamante the special investigator for the United Nations...Human Rights Commission.
We are adding a feature to this eighth vigil.
It will be a walking vigil.
For those who can...we will be walking up and down Welch Rd.
We're calling it Hutto Walk-Jericho.
It will be an all day event...during the all day vigil.
While some hold down the vigil at the entrance of Hutto, others will walk up one side of Welch Rd. back down the other carrying placards.
If you have a placard, a megaphone, a camera, a camcorder, a sound maker that you want to bring...bring it.
Bring water, good shoes...and a good hat.
Sunday, May 06, 2007
Mothers
(From an email--thanks, Vanessa!)
~This is for the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up barf laced with Oscar Mayer wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying, "It's alright honey, Mommy's here."
~Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end soothing crying babies who can't be comforted.
~This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse.
~For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes. And all the mothers who DON'T.
~This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see. And the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes. And for the mothers who lost their baby in that precious 9 months that they will never get to watch grow on earth but one day will be reunited with in Heaven!
~This is for the mothers whose priceless art collections are hanging on their refrigerator doors.
~And for all the mothers who froze their buns on metal bleachers at football or soccer games instead of watching from the warmth of their cars, so that when their kids asked, "Did you see me, Mom?" they could say, "Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the world," and mean it.
~This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair when they stomp their feet and scream for ice cream before dinner. And for all the mothers who count to ten instead, but realize how child abuse happens.
~This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and explained all about making babies. And for all the mothers who wanted to, but just couldn't find the words.
~This is for all the mothers who go hungry, so their children can eat.
~For all the mothers who read "Goodnight, Moon" twice a night for a year. And then read it again. "Just one more time."
~This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their shoelaces before they started school. And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead.
~This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot. ~This is for every mother whose head turns automatically when a little voice calls "Mom?" in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring are at home -- or even away at college.
~This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomach aches assuring them they'd be just FINE once they got there, only to get calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick them up. Right away.
~This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't find the words to reach them.
~This is for all the step-mothers who raised another woman's child or children, and gave their time, attention, and love... sometimes totally unappreciated!
~For all the mothers who bite their lips until they bleed when their 14-year-olds dye their hair green.
~For all the mothers of the victims of recent school shootings, and the mothers of those who did the shooting.
~For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school, safely.
~This is for all the mothers who taught their children to be peaceful, and now pray they come home safely from a war.
~What makes a good Mother anyway? Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips? The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time? Or is it in her heart? Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time? The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby? The panic, years later, that comes again at 2 A.M. when you just want to hear their key in the door and know they are safe again in your home? Or the need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you hear news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?
~The emotions of motherhood are universal and so our thoughts are for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation...
~And mature mothers learning to let go.
~For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers.
~Single mothers and married mothers.
~Mothers with money, mothers without.
~This is for you all.
~For all of us.
~Hang in there.
~In the end we can only do the best we can.
~Tell them every day that we love them.
~And pray.
~This is for the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up barf laced with Oscar Mayer wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying, "It's alright honey, Mommy's here."~Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end soothing crying babies who can't be comforted.
~This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse.
~For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes. And all the mothers who DON'T.
~This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see. And the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes. And for the mothers who lost their baby in that precious 9 months that they will never get to watch grow on earth but one day will be reunited with in Heaven!
~This is for the mothers whose priceless art collections are hanging on their refrigerator doors.
~And for all the mothers who froze their buns on metal bleachers at football or soccer games instead of watching from the warmth of their cars, so that when their kids asked, "Did you see me, Mom?" they could say, "Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the world," and mean it.
~This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair when they stomp their feet and scream for ice cream before dinner. And for all the mothers who count to ten instead, but realize how child abuse happens.
~This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and explained all about making babies. And for all the mothers who wanted to, but just couldn't find the words.
~This is for all the mothers who go hungry, so their children can eat.
~For all the mothers who read "Goodnight, Moon" twice a night for a year. And then read it again. "Just one more time."
~This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their shoelaces before they started school. And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead.
~This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot. ~This is for every mother whose head turns automatically when a little voice calls "Mom?" in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring are at home -- or even away at college.
~This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomach aches assuring them they'd be just FINE once they got there, only to get calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick them up. Right away.
~This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't find the words to reach them.
~This is for all the step-mothers who raised another woman's child or children, and gave their time, attention, and love... sometimes totally unappreciated!
~For all the mothers who bite their lips until they bleed when their 14-year-olds dye their hair green.
~For all the mothers of the victims of recent school shootings, and the mothers of those who did the shooting.
~For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school, safely.
~This is for all the mothers who taught their children to be peaceful, and now pray they come home safely from a war.
~What makes a good Mother anyway? Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips? The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time? Or is it in her heart? Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time? The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby? The panic, years later, that comes again at 2 A.M. when you just want to hear their key in the door and know they are safe again in your home? Or the need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you hear news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?
~The emotions of motherhood are universal and so our thoughts are for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation...
~And mature mothers learning to let go.
~For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers.
~Single mothers and married mothers.
~Mothers with money, mothers without.
~This is for you all.
~For all of us.
~Hang in there.
~In the end we can only do the best we can.
~Tell them every day that we love them.
~And pray.
Saturday, May 05, 2007
Seven Random Things About Me
I got tagged by Marsha http://themarshalogues.blogspot.com/ to do this.
Here are the rules: Each player starts with 7 random facts/habits about themselves. People who are tagged need to write on their own blog about their seven things, as well as these rules. You need to choose 7 people to get tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave them a comment telling them that they have been tagged and to read your blog!
1) "Heidi" is one of my favourite books. I love the descriptions of the Alps, and when Heidi is in Frankfurt and hears the carriages on the cobblestones and thinks it's the wind in the pines, I cry, every time.
2) I used to know the words to all the Beatles' songs, up to and including Sgt Pepper's. Not so much any more. I turned 15 in 1964--of course I thought the Beatles were all that and a bag of chips!
3) I loathe rice pudding. Not just dislike it; rather, leave the house if I smell it cooking.
4) I really, really wish I could sing. I would sound like Julie Andrews or Joan Baez, if wishes were horses. To just open my mouth and have beauty pour out of it would be the most wonderful thing!
5) My dream car is a 1980 Volvo station wagon, with a sun roof. Preferably ice blue metal flake. How square is that?
6) I have stood in the eye of the Uffington Horse. That's probably not allowed, but there wasn't a sign, or anyone there to stop me.
7) I heard a ghost choir sing in St. Giles' church on the Royal Mile in Edinburgh. Chandra heard it too, so I wasn't just imagining it.
Lisa, Carri, Country Gal, Vanessa, Martin, Nelly and Milo, consider yourselves tagged!
Here are the rules: Each player starts with 7 random facts/habits about themselves. People who are tagged need to write on their own blog about their seven things, as well as these rules. You need to choose 7 people to get tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave them a comment telling them that they have been tagged and to read your blog!
1) "Heidi" is one of my favourite books. I love the descriptions of the Alps, and when Heidi is in Frankfurt and hears the carriages on the cobblestones and thinks it's the wind in the pines, I cry, every time.
2) I used to know the words to all the Beatles' songs, up to and including Sgt Pepper's. Not so much any more. I turned 15 in 1964--of course I thought the Beatles were all that and a bag of chips!
3) I loathe rice pudding. Not just dislike it; rather, leave the house if I smell it cooking.
4) I really, really wish I could sing. I would sound like Julie Andrews or Joan Baez, if wishes were horses. To just open my mouth and have beauty pour out of it would be the most wonderful thing!
5) My dream car is a 1980 Volvo station wagon, with a sun roof. Preferably ice blue metal flake. How square is that?
6) I have stood in the eye of the Uffington Horse. That's probably not allowed, but there wasn't a sign, or anyone there to stop me.
7) I heard a ghost choir sing in St. Giles' church on the Royal Mile in Edinburgh. Chandra heard it too, so I wasn't just imagining it.
Lisa, Carri, Country Gal, Vanessa, Martin, Nelly and Milo, consider yourselves tagged!
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