so I was like…you know

About a week ago Heath and I watched the final “Prime Suspect”, and I kept hearing the characters refer to “the heath”.  It boggled my mind. Is that a statue of some famous British dude? Is it short for Heathrow Airport? What is the heath? To me, the heath is a good man, sitting in the family room next to me. To my surprise, my Heath told me that they were referring to a field. Heath means field?  At first, I didn’t like that. My wonderful husband’s name cannot mean field! But then I realized that definition fits him perfectly. Heath is much like a field. He is sturdy and well tended. He provides a place for others to grow and learn and love. Heath is nurturing and mature yet somewhat wild and untamed. Heath is a heath.
On another note…I haven’t seen “The Queen” yet, but hear Helen Mirrin is amazing. Maybe Oscar worthy even.

I don’t reccomend to anyone.

On a lighter note…

I GOT A NEW JOB!! I have to work through the conference, but after that I’m out of there! I get paid more and get to work with people - FINALLY! I’m pretty excited.

This weekend is Vox. It is rumored by those “close to me” that Alex will be there. It is going to be a good show. Kevin Second’s band is going to play. Dana from Deathray will also be playing and Gene Smith from a classic Sac band - Kai Kln. I’m pretty excited about it.

Mosaic Sacramento is moving along. Some bumpy roads here and there, but WE’LL GET THROUGH THEM! If any team can get through tough times we can - the Sweivens and the Dalrymples. We know how to pop and lock!

Well, that is all for now. Hope everyone is doing well.

I am half Mexican. My mother was raised, however, to NEVER embrace her heritage. Her mother and father did not speak Spanish at home, nor did they teach it to my mother. They changed their last name from Fierro to Starr in the 1940’s right before my grandfather was deployed to France.

Lately, I have been watching Spanish TV stations in amazement. The soaps are so intriguing! AND the game shows - HELLO! I am dying to know what they are screaming and laughing about! So…I’ve decided to learn Spanish. I downloaded some tutorials and I enrolled in a conversational Spanish class at the Learning Exchange. I don’t expect to learn it perfectly - just enough to know when to laugh and cry when I watch TV!
¡LA RAZA!

Well, he’s in bed, and he’s in pain. Heath had surgery on Monday morning. He had TWO hernias, and I know how he got them…lifting all those darn sofas for Vox! In fact, the weekend before his surgery he loaded and unloaded the truck with Eric, jumped around on stage while rockin’ the free world and worked.

It is strange seeing this 6′4″ giant of a man laid up in bed. I hate it really. He’s the big guy…the one that takes care of us…you know?

I found this pictue of him when he was a little guy.

Wasn’t he cute?

I think they got cocky. Oh well…there’s always next year. Right?
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I’m back in therapy. It’s all good, though. I just need to talk about things I don’t want to share with the world, you know? It’s been good so far. Blogging isn’t therapy - for me at least. Especially not here at Vox.

Heath is having surgery on Monday. I just got back from Vox Sac and Heath looked just a little bit not like himself tonight. I think he’s tired and worried about Monday morning. He’s a really good guitarist. I’m not just saying that because I’m his wife. He’s really good. I admire him a lot. He gets a dream and he makes things happen. I don’t quite know how he does it. It amazes me. He’s been on me lately about that cd I never finished, so I actually booked some time in our friend’s studio in February. We’re going to add some more backing vocals, more guitar parts, keyboards and static here and there.

Summer’s team is playing a tournament all weekend long. Her team is a division G team and all other teams are Division A, B and C. Oh well. I just keep telling her to think of her games as scrimmages. Speaking of soccer, Graeme’s team is going to be playing indoor this winter. I think it will be tons of fun. Of course, in the spring it is all about baseball.

The kids’ school, Crocker/Riverside Elementary, received the highest API scores in the region. Summer’s individual scores were out of this world. The school is rigorous, but in the end I think they’ll be great students in middle and high school. My babies are Cal bound!

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I’m sort of rambling tonight. I’m sleep blogging. I just watched about 20 minutes of useless youtube crap and now I’m watching a Saturday Night Live repeat. Didn’t they just air the Dane Cook one last week?

It has been a long time since I’ve blogged. Work is busy, kids are in school, Heath and I are coaching soccer, our family is planting a church with the Sweivens, the Kruchels, the Webers and so on and so on. I guess life just gets in the way of my blogging.

…But I have been pondering much lately. I’ve been thinking about my father, the Church, the Lord, my life, and other things. You know how you know that you are meant for so much more in life? I don’t mean working hard for more money, or acquiring cool cars and gadgets. I’m not talking about a mid-life-crisis, and I am not even talking about church planting or ministry. I mean you and God. God and me. I’ve always lived my faith through others…my dad…my husband, and of course in the end I am disappointed, but I have come to this huge discovery which isn’t that new really. I’ve discovered that all things I do or have done or will do will mean nothing in the end if God isn’t present in MY life. The church will always disappoint me and so will the people (just as I will be a disappointment to others), but the church isn’t perfect, neither are the Lord’s people, we are all sinners and none of us are without sin. The only one who can deliver me is the Lord, not the church, not faithless acts of kindness, not my husband, not my children, not my job or house or car.

Well, I’m sorry for the soapbox. I’ve had no outlet for some time because of my busy life. Forgive me please.

Like the generation before me, I am somewhat more “computer savvy”, if you will, than SOME people 10, 20, 30 years my senior, and yet I find myself continually outraged by my boss’s inaptitude. What bothers me the most is her pride. If you don’t know how to turn off your computer than please ask someone for help, but don’t just unplug it while you have 20 applications open. She goes through my folders to “check my work” against the database. PALEEEEEEEEZE she doesn’t even now how to do a search! She walks around the office with her steno pad and pencil tucked behind her ear, looking in corners and cracks for whatever she can comment on.

“The files should all be in green hanging folders. I don’t like the colored ones because they confuse me.”

She annoys me beyond belief, and yet here I am, still working here. I should be the one I’m annoyed with.

It has been a while since my last AND VERY obscure post. Not much has happened I suppose, except that the kids are growing every second of every day. Last week we went to Stinson Beach and stayed in an amazing house up the hill a ways. We had originally wanted a house on the beach, but the vacation rental company screwed up the reservations. However, it worked out pretty well for us in the end. They offered us a vacation package for an extremely reduced price! We’re going back at New Year’s with the some close friends! Yahoo!

Now for a few pictures…

A view from the home we vacationed in.

It was pretty foggy but it somehow made the surroundings more magical.

A sunset…

One thing I noticed about Stinson is that there are many artists in and around this magical beach community. It was wonderful. Art on the houses. Art on the side of the road. Art in gardens. Art in restaurants. Art in the market. It was all over. I suppose living and being around such breath taking beauty is nothing short of inspirational.

From an artist’s perspective…

It was a great vacation and one I will always cheerish.

The Broken Heart
John Donne
He is stark mad, who ever says,
That he hath been in love an hour,
Yet not that love so soon decays,
But that it can ten in less space devour;
Who will believe me, if I swear
That I have had the plague a year?
Who would not laugh at me, if I should say,
I saw a flask of powder burn a day?

Ah, what a trifle is a heart,
If once into love’s hands it come!
All other griefs allow a part
To other griefs, and ask themselves but some;
They come to us, but us Love draws,
He swallows us, and never chaws:
By him, as by chain’d shot, whole ranks to die,
He is the tyrant pike, our hearts the fry.
If ’twere not so, what did become
Of my heart, when I first saw thee?
I brought a heart into the room,
But from the room, I carried none with me:
If it had gone to thee, I know
Mine would have taught thine heart to show
More pity unto me: but Love, alas,
At one first blow did shiver it as glass

Yet nothing can to nothing fall,
Nor any place be empty quite,
Therefore I think my breast hath all
Those pieces still, though they be not unite;
And now as broken glasses show
A hundred lesser faces, so
My rags of heart can like, wish, and adore
But after one such love, can love no more.

…the best part of the poem…

I brought a heart into the room,
But from the room, I carried none with me

My very own “You’re On Notice” list!!