cheffy's la vida loca
the ramblings of a type A sailing..cheffy girl!
3.25.2010
thrust headfirst into technology!
3.12.2010
sundays in the kitchen...
10.03.2009
on the roof
As I was driving to work Friday, crossing the MLK bridge, the building seemed bigger and taller than it ever had before, I could literally picture the angel/devil on my shoulders, each pleading their case... as I drove in the parking lot, a crowd was already gathering. I stopped on my way to look up... the building wasn't any smaller close up! I got to registration.. checked in and got harnessed up... I went through the lobby and all of the staff was wishing me luck.. high fiving me.. cheering me on. I walked the path that I had worked to set up the day before and started the forward motion... training was great, the guys included some of the best firefighters ever were right there encouraging me every step of the way. As I finished my training, I really felt comfortable... like I could really do this. I found myself getting more and more excited as I took the elevator up to the 19th floor and made that last trek to the rooftop. I watched a few others go over and then it was my turn... hmmmm...
WHY did i think this was a good idea? I was SERIOUSLY going to rappel 289 feet?
as I stepped on to the ledge, my heart started pounding... much harder than it had been...I went through the harness check, was completely attached all I had to do was swing my legs over and....
9.28.2009
let's try this again
3.09.2009
evolution
12.15.2008
you don't need eyes to see... you need vision...
"But truth be told, she traveled as often as she could with or without companions. It was through her travels - to Mexico, Spain, Portugal, Greece and the Southwest - that she was able to indulge one of her passions: collecting folk art.
As a young woman traveling in Spain, she garnered more than artifacts. That was where she met her former husband, a matador, while tooling around Seville in her Buick convertible.
"She loved him very much," said her daughter Elizabeth.
"The two moved to New York City briefly, and later to St. Louis, but of course my father could not be a bull fighter in the U.S., so he returned to Spain when I was a little girl. They corresponded well into the '90s. I spoke with him after my mother passed and I was both surprised and touched to hear my father heartsick at the loss of my mother."
She became a working single mother at a time when that was rare."My mother was not limited by the times," she said. "As a single mother who was self-employed, she was an excellent role model of how to do everything, how to take care of yourself and others around you, how to be resilient and how to bounce back. She was a strong, independent woman who had such passion and conviction for things that it was infectious"
as i read that... it became so clear to me...
i'm sad to say that i never had the pleasure of knowing elizabeth's mom... of meeting her.. talking with her... but in elizabeth.. i see what incredible gifts that her mother gave her...
luli... you are a strong.. independent woman who has such passion and conviction for things.. it is infectious...