Phia PhotograPhy

Au Revoir, adieu, adios, arrivederci, auf wiedersehen, bye

2009-01-27T15:00:00.000-08:00

This post has been in many steps of editing development. In order to publish this post I have had to work on the different aspects of Phia Photography. With all the cross roads I have walked I have made many decisions. I have come to the conclusion that I blog not only to showcase my photography, but also for my own catharsis. I find my spirit rejuvenated after my words are let loose and released out into cyberspace. It is like a song that is sung with so much feeling that makes the body respond with warm prickly feelings that extend from the heart down to the toes. Have you ever had that feeling before? Do you know what I am talking about? So now with a deep appreciation for the functions of blogger it is time to move on and cut ties with this familiar dashboard.

My blog along with my photography have gone through many stages. I know now what and how I am going to write my next post. It is now time to do my photography justice and move on to a new blog that highlights the talent of Phia Photography.

There are many people to whom I am grateful. First and foremost without the grace of God I would not be who I am and where I stand. I especially thank all the ears that have heard my tales of woe as well as my stories of pride and joy.

My eye for photography is deeply rooted within and like sunlight to provide warmth and promote growth stands Misha Media. It is with great humility and a continuing feeling of awe-struck inspiration that brings these images here. Every step of my way I have had the continued support and constructive criticism of Michele and Misha Media. These next images were shot for Misha Media, by Phia Photography.

I have decided to leave this last post with wedding images from last wedding season.
Check out the new website Phia Photography.

Check out the new blog here Phia Photography blog
Enjoy!

Rock the Vote

2008-11-04T20:42:00.000-08:00

I did it this morning. I anticipated long lines and wait times. My polling place changed this year because the tsunami rain storm/flood that occurred in September ruined the clubhouse over at Sleepy Hollow.

I prepared myself for the long list of judges, and scribbled the names on an old water bill envelope. I was in and out in record time. I utilized the touch screen and casted my vote.
I brought my son along with me to check out the process. He watched and was quiet and he observed how I checked off my chosen candidates. I was proud to have him come along and was thankful that he was off from school for the day. My son is asleep now and I had to resist the urge to wake him up to see history being made. I wanted him to hear the concession speech of McCain. Obama's speech is still up-and-coming. I'm sure he will hear the updates on tomorrow's news. It may not mean anything to him now, but I'm sure in his own observatory ways he will take something from this experience.

I'm getting his backpack ready for the morning rush and noticed the stickers that he has been collecting on his take-home folder. My son can recall the story behind the acquisition of each one. Like the Gabriella sticker that he was able to snag from his 2.5 year old sister. Not with force did he obtain the sticker but with his words. My son presented the take-home folder as a "cool" place to showcase the High School Musical cutie. I smile when I see the "I voted" sticker because I know he will remember how he received this sticker from the election judge. He may not know how history is being made as of this moment, but he will live in this moment's time of change.

The choices I make

2008-10-03T18:01:00.000-07:00

I am a couponer. I love knowing that any item in the store can be bought for $1 or less. You do not believe me? I did not believe it either. Until I started collecting coupons and checking out weekly sales ads. I became coupon savvy with the help of Hot Coupon World. I would stand in line and make the cashier's eyes pop open when I pulled out my stack of coupons. I love watching the register minus .50 cents, .75cents, $1, and so forth. My receipts tallied that I saved $20 or more on my grocery trip. I did get a few customers behind me in line who would role their eyes, probably due to the fact that I was wasting their time. I use to apologize for 'inconvenience' that I caused. And then I thought about it, Who are they? The people rolling their eyes because they have to wait an extra 1.5 minutes to have my coupons scanned. The customers behind me did not pay my grocery bill, so why should I even care what they thought. I made my decision based on what I knew was the best choice for my pocket book, and ultimately for myself and my family.

I recently bought pumpkins and chose the ones that I liked. I chose from a plethora of stemless, bumpy, craggy and oddly shaped ones , to smooth and symmetrical ones with out any blemishes. I figured I liked the bumpy and craggy ones more than the 'perfect' pumpkins. I made my decisions based on personal preference.

I make decisions all the time throughout the day. I am faced with decisions from the time I wake up to the time that I go to sleep and close my eyes. When I wake up I am faced with the decision of, 'Will I let my alarm snooze 9 minutes longer?' (impossible for that since my early morning risers do not have external snooze buttons). Everyday I make decisions for my children based on what works best for them, and for me. I already know what makes them cranky. They whine and cry when they are hungry, tired, uncomfortable, or sick. There are some 'in-between' factors, but these are the main reasons. I listen to advice given to me, but ultimately, I make the decision. I make my decision based on what is in my kids' best interest and in the interest of myself and my husband. Only time will tell if they will grow up to be a lady and gentlemen. For now here are images of the little devils that pull my tender heart strings.

The Friendly Confines...Through the Years.

2008-09-21T09:59:00.000-07:00

Growing up on the north side it was inevitable that I was to be a Cubs fan. Watching the game on television was always my connection. I have only been to the ball game a handful of times. Each time was always different. The constant feeling sitting in Wrigley field was the 'want' for the Cubs to win. Fans are ecstatic for their team.

Throughout the years the Cubs remain the team to sell out at a 30,000+ seat capacity.

Many occasions rekindle my memories of watching a live Cubs game. There was the 10K walk to Wrigley Field from my high school. Walking up to the ticket line a couple times in college to catch 100 level seats behind first base. I had eyes for Mark Grace at that time. Not to mention, at this time, my college days I had no money for food only the ticket. I resorted to hiding my subway sandwich and canned pop deep inside my back pack. I remember watching the Cubs lose against the Florida Marlins against their star pitcher, Josh Beckett. I had to sit in second tier seating. This is seating that makes me dizzy and my feet sweaty from looking down like I'm on a roller coaster ride.

Then there was the ultimate when my husband and I brought our oldest son to watch the Cubs play against the Washington Nationals. On my way to the ladies room I was pleasantly surprised to meet Ryne Sandberg. He signed my baseball cap, but I failed to take any pictures.

I recently attended a Cubs game vs the St. Louis Cardinals.
No, it was not the game that clinched the 2008 N.L. Central Division. I attended the Friday game, the Cubs lost 6-12.

Score card cost $5

I did not hide food in my bag this time, and I was able to watch one of my favorite players take the mound. Carlos Zambrano, I *heart* you!

My husband and I maximized the time we had with our babysitters and ate at Harry Caray's Tavern for pre-game noshing. Check out my yelp review. Then we cheered on the Cubs to rally against the 5-0 score after the first inning. We all have our bad days, right?

Some Cubs fans enjoyed watching other things.

We exchanged pleasantries with rival Cards fans, and enjoyed the atmosphere of watching the game. Once the sun headed west behind the stadium, temps started to cool down, and true Cubs fans stayed until the last out. I will always remember the sights and sounds of a Cubs game and can not wait to share this experience with my children.

Make a wish...

2008-09-16T11:03:00.000-07:00

The Beatles - Happy Birthday

With the end of summer shouting out a last hooray, there have been many celebrations to mark the advent of fall. These celebrations culminate with mine and my son's birthday (a birthday also shared with my father), Labor day holiday, mine and my husband's wedding anniversary, and finally my husband's birthday. Within a two weeks time span these events take place and for some reason it is always my husband's birthday that falls under the radar. Looking back through the years, September 16 passes by as a low key type of day.

Today marks my husband's birthday. We did not plan any special events, per my husband's request, he did not want to celebrate with a usual lunch/dinner celebration. The day started off like any other day. Wake up, get ready for work, wake the kids, feed the kids, and send the kids off to school. This has been the routine since school started. My husband even took out the garbage this morning before heading off to work with a brown bag lunch of a sandwich, pretzels, and water. Piano class and nightly schedules ensue which make it difficult to plan a celebration for later tonight.

We are looking to celebrate his birthday later this week by being in attendance at one of America's best past times, a baseball game. He looks forward to the day, and has stated that he would rather celebrate his birthday watching the game. I too look forward to the end of the week, but a part of me does not want this day to go down in the books without a few traditions which I like to hold close.

Of course with me, food is always key for celebrating a birthday. One tradition in our family is presenting a noodle dish to signify long life. I'm not sure what type of noodle dish to serve, because my pantry is tapped out of spaghetti noodles. I have corkscrew pasta noodles, but does that count? I also carry the rice stick noodle, but my husband is not a fan of pancit.

Blowing out candles on a birthday cake is also a tradition. If not so much for the kids, but also to mark this day as a special day. No I'm not going to order the sheet cake from Costco. Not to mention, my husband is also not the sweet tooth type of guy. He can forgo dessert, especially chocolate. He is not a big fan of sugar. I guess that is why he maintains a slim physique. I'll find something at the store, possibly single serving size.

And last but not least, a Hallmark type of greeting wishing many birthday wishes adds prominence to the day. Now I know my husband. He does not share this same sentiment for his birthday. So instead the kids and I have fashioned our own Birthday wishes, and plastered it to the wall.

Happy Birthday Paul! Your birthday years in numbers may seem like only that, numbers, but your life has shown many accomplishments. Your dedication to your family both immediate and extended are admirable. You try to give what you can and still continue to do so when there seems no more to give. (Do you really want me to be more specific, here in cyber space?) Your family is proud of you and look up to you, more than you know. I speak for our children as well when I say, We Love You!

Added Little Twist

2008-09-07T20:44:00.000-07:00

I recently checked my yelp account and found a compliment from a fellow yelper liking my review for Kim and Scott's Pretzel Bakery and Twisting Cafe. I love compliments for my reviews. This particular review was written some time ago. Read my yelp review.

I remember way back when I wrote this review. I had been on a role reading the kids books from the works of Shel Silverstein and Dr. Seuss. You know the books that you grew up reading. One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish... Once there was a tree, and she grew up loving a little boy...

Thinking about how I wanted to convey my thoughts on the place, I came to the conclusion that an Ode was in order. It has been almost a year since I wrote my review. With the advent of this new endeavor of photography I am both ecstatic and proud to have my work recognized. I was pleased to read a personal message accompanied the compliment from the same yelper. The message stated, "Kim & Scott, of Kim & Scott's Gourmet Pretzels, would love to feature your review on their Blog." It is an honor to be recognized by a local business with whom I support. Especially with the start of this particular company. I remember reading about the couple that started the pretzel business and was pleasantly surprised to find a brick and mortar store close to home. Check out the feature of my review at Kim and Scott's blog. The links to my blog site are not actual links but the info is correct.

An added twist to all this doughy goodness is shared with all my readers. A special discount applies for every order placed through Kim and Scott's website. You can get 10% off pretzels online with this code: PretZiola10.

School is in Session

2008-08-25T11:06:00.001-07:00

With a bit of sadness in my heart and a touch of nostalgia, I am transitioning my family from summer fun and into the new school year. Today marks the first full day of a full week of school for my oldest son. He started first grade last week Thursday, and if I have not already told you the story, I will recount the events of Thursday morning, first day of school jitters.

August 21 Thursday
The morning alarm wakes me and my husband almost every morning between 6:00AM and 6:30AM. The alarm is my youngest daughter and her internal clock is like a rooster, at morning's first light her cries force us to open our eyes, get up, and out of bed. This particular morning was greeted with an explainable fervor. I was up for the challenge of welcoming this day with a prioritized schedule of preparing myself, and my son, and the rest of the family with minimum delay. The yellow bus was scheduled to arrive for a pickup time of 8:20ish.

7:30AM The coffee was percolating and the kids were sitting haphazardly at their table with jelly sandwiches and milk. It was at this time, while I was in the bathroom, that my son proclaims to his dad, "I do not want to go to school" Just like that with no explanation, he just did not want to go. My husband and I tag teamed the rest of the morning trying to figure out what event led up to this statement. What could be the logical explanation for this unexpected comment? Not wanting to go to school, a statement coming from a boy who has been looking forward to this day since the end of Kindergarten. Since the end of summer camp my son had been checking off the days from his calendar, until school started. We encouraged our son's behavior for his joy of learning and followed his lead from the first time he proclaimed that he loved school.

8:10AM My son and I talked over brushing teeth, and from what I recall the conversation went.

Mommy G: How come you do not want to go to school?

KP: Because I don't want to, (sniffled cries)

Mommy G: What would you rather do?

KP: I want daddy to go to school with me?

Mommy G: Daddy is going to work?

KP: I want to stay here with you?

Mommy G: No, kids go to school.

We rambled on for the next 10 minutes or so and found ourselves outside waiting for the bus. Families dotted the curbside here and there waiting for the school bus pickup. About this time, the big boy became full of emotion and let out a waterfall of tears and cries, exclaiming, "I don't want to go to school." (add in the effects of cries in between each word).

By the time the bus arrived the cries and screams became louder and more forceful. The piercing scream hit me into a whirlwind of emotion and feelings of confusion. I mean what am I suppose to do in this case? This never happened to us before. I never even thought to prepare for this kind of situation.

In school bus pickup timing it seemed an eternity for my son to get on the bus. Cars were stopped two or three behind the school bus obeying the STOP sign that keeps cars safely from harming kids as they cross the street and enter the bus. The family down the street patiently awaited this exact bus to come around for a pick up.
The scenario only gets worse. My big boy who cuddled into my arms burying his teary eyes into my shoulder was getting loose. He was trying to get away from me because he could sense that I was inching closer and closer to the curb. Every muscle in his body was going to get him far away from me and the bus.

My son is one of the last stops on the route, which only meant that the bus was full of kids. Eyes stared out the windows, and windows started to mist up as the spectacle of a young child slipping through mom's fingers and mom running having to catch her son unfolded on the sidewalk.

With the encouragement of a seasoned mother also at the same bus stop, I was advised to get my son onto the bus. And that was what I did. I stepped up on the bus said hello to the bus driver and the rest of the kids, asked a kind girl sitting in the front seat to move her brand spanking new High School Musical backpack, strapped the belt over my son's lap, turned and left.

I fought every urge to turn around and whisk my son into my arms, wipe his tears, and calm his fears. After making sure that my son did not try to jump off at the next stop, I rushed to my phone and called the school to make them apprise of the situation. I was reassured by the kind voice on the other line that my son was in good hands and they would wait for him at school.

I waited by the phone thinking that every call was the school office telling me to come pick up my son. That call never happened and at the end of day I met my son with open arms as he stepped down from his school bus. He wasn't crying anymore, his eyes were slightly puffy, but his face was smiling.

Looking back in hindsight, it becomes clear to me that my son was nervous for his first day, and this was his way of communicating his fears. Today he was ready for school, and out the door before I could wipe up his milk mouth. The rest of his school day life time is set. This marks the beginning of daily grinds forthcoming.

Something was burdening me throughout the day, and I felt my heart heavy. I missed my son. This realisation is what makes my heart sad. My son whom I encouraged to become independent and take on new experiences and challenges is doing just that, making his own decisions and being on his own. Yes, I know what you are thinking, G he is only in first grade, what decisions will he be making? What to order from the lunch menu? Which colors to use out of his crayola box?

It was that time that we spent together no matter what it was that we did, that I had the opportunity to have with him. The whole days of figuring out what we were going to have for lunch and where we were going to eat. Figuring out who we were going to meet at the park, what the errands for the day were, and what books we were going to read before nap. I did all these things today with my two younger kids, and felt a heaviness in my heart. I missed my oldest son. He was not there during the day to help me cross the parking lot into the store (We all hold hands and he makes sure his younger brother and sister cross safely). He was not there to tell his brother and sister which slot to use at the library book return. (They always put books into the AV materials slot). And I will never have that time again to make those memories.

My son is coming home in the next ten minutes and I plan to hug and kiss him when he jumps off the school bus. The young kids are still sleeping so maybe I will be able to share a quiet moment with him. Knowing he will be home soon makes my chest feel lighter, and I know I will always keep a special place in my heart just for him.

My Darling

2008-08-12T13:17:00.000-07:00

Wilco - My Darling

Go back to sleep now
My darlin
And I'll keep all the bad dreams away
Breathe now, think sweet things
And I'll think of all the right words to say

Because we made you
My darlin
With the love in each of our hearts
We were a family, my darlin
Right from the start

Grow up now
My darlin
Please don't you grow up too fast
And be sure, darlin
To make all the good times last

Because we made you
My darlin
With the love in each of our hearts
We were a family, my darlin
Right from the start

I felt these words by Wilco epitomized the feelings that a parent may have for their child. Always wanting to protect, nurture, and provide the very best environment in order for the child to be happy and grow. I relate these feelings to an event that I had the honor to shoot.
In the next few images a girl was transformed into a young woman. This young woman was formally presented on a warm June day, in a celebration called a Debut. A formal introduction into society, the debut ear marks the 18th birthday, and can be a significant milestone in a girl's life. Surrounded by family and friends, this fete, included a dinner with entertainment and capped off with dancing. Enlisted for my photo capabilities, I was able to keepsake this special occasion. Alongside me were Michele from Misha Media, and Paul from KMS films. Together we were able to capture the big day. I present to you the beautiful debutante, Kathleen.

Drum Roll Please....

2008-08-06T11:27:00.000-07:00

I am sitting here at the work station thinking how to start this next post. I have been working on a project for some time. It has been a project that has taken much time, effort, patience, and sacrifice. Not only of myself have I had to endure and overcome my uncertainties, but the experience has humbled me to be able to work amongst those who support me and have helped me to develop this project. With feelings of trepidation, I have taken small steps throughout this process.

I started the blog unbeknownst to my family and my friends. It was my hope to get the Phia Photography name "out there," and thus allowed me a time of self - reflection. My posts convey the inspiration and style of Phia Photography.

I have invited a few minds to view my blog in order to hear the constructive criticism that has helped to develop Phia Photography in it's entirety.
Most notably, Michele Rivera of Misha Media has graciously allowed me to work alongside and learn first hand the intricacies of photography, both in style and technicalities. I withheld posting images of past events and weddings worked alongside her because I wanted to present a proper introduction to my schools of thought. The experience I have had working with a wonderful photographer has left me awe - inspired. The work and artistry that is made possible from Misha Media is truly that amazing. Michele has never stopped encouraging me to 'officially' intro Phia Photography. Knowing that a great mind was at a fingertips reach has made the steps easier and has allowed this project to come to fruition.

My husband Paul with KMS Films has stood by my side from the start. Paul has been holding my hand, figuratively speaking, and supporting me throughout this endeavor. He has been my bedrock, keeping me standing on solid ground and ready to catch me in case I stumble. Paul has stayed up late at night alongside me editing and sorting through my images. Paul's videography style and outlook have easily complemented the photography aspect. We work side-by-side in our personal life and have transitioned that work ethic in our professional lives as well.

My sister Gretchen had also been privy from the start. In the face of her own struggles, she has been my sounding board and confidante. Small glimpses of Phia Photography have been seen and read from The Gregarious(and Guapo) Griffin blog. I am partly responsible for authoring posts about her family, especially her son Griffin, who is diagnosed with Leukemia. It was not my intent to author under the Phia Photography name but rather under my Gmail account which blogger.com associates with my blog. In light of the adversity of events, I have learned great strength from Gretchen, and will continue to chronicle the lives that surround her.

I would be nowhere without mentioning my wonderful children. These little kids who literally work for all things high in fructose corn syrup have been my joy. They too have had to endure my every request for unusual poses, beautiful eyes, and 'pogi' smiles. Albeit, my demands may have sounded unreasonable, but every request was equally traded off for something sweet, or else never before allowed. Let us just say that The Dairy Bar has been our summer sweet retreat.

The Phia Photography website is still under construction but will be out soon. I invite my family and friends to read the blog, and to share this blog with others whom you think would be interested.

Without further ado, I present Phia Photography. Enjoy!

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"Summer Lovin' Had Me a Blast..." (press play)

2008-07-31T17:28:00.000-07:00

Grease - Summer Nights

The cicadas are singing their summer melody and the heat is all enveloping making it hard to breathe at times but the crew is getting through the day with minimum complaints. As long as no one is hungry or tired happiness exudes on the kid's faces just from being out and about.

My kids have been very social expecting to have many occasions and outings this summer. Our summer calendar was jam packed this season with summer camp, kindermusik classes, our weekly jaunt to the Kohl Children's Museum, live concerts at the park, and the summer reading program at the library.

The Museum offerings are bountiful. (Check out my review on yelp). Our routine included capping off the day with a hot pretzel. We learned that the Bavarian pretzel(lightly salted) from Kim & Scott's Pretzel Bakery & Twisting Cafe was an okay order for the milk allergy family member. The chocolate chip pretzel was also a sure bet for the peanut/egg allergy member of the family. The deal was sweetened when I scored a Buy one Get one Free coupon out of the Oaklee's Guide Summer 2008. I used one coupon each time we visited the museum. The library stacks gads of these small booklets next to the free Chicago Parent circular and Chicago Baby magazine.

Summer camp brought on new experiences and allowed my children to socialize, become involved in structured activities, and free play in a fun and creative atmosphere. Different art projects hang on the kitchen walls from each child. They are proud of the their work and like to display their efforts week to week.

It's funny that by the end of the Summer Camp schedule the kids have finally 'caught on' to the new ideas that have been presented to them from the start. For example, my oldest son ate all the lunch that was given to him on his last day. Prior to this, he would only eat the snack chips and cookie and disregard the sandwich and apple slices. Or he would take two bites of mac and cheese, and then wait to buy a snack at the pool concession stand. The choices at the concession stand consisted of soft serve ice cream, pretzel with cheese, or barbecue potato chips. It was the first all-day activity experience without mom or dad.

Another son of mine enjoyed his first camp/class without mommy and without his older sibling. His first day he was labeled an observer and chose to watch instead of participate. After explaining to him that he should become more involved, a realization came over his face, he understood that he did not have to wait for big brother or mommy to have fun. It's almost like he found his own interests, and independence, his own identity. He would exclaim to me after every class, "Mommy I was happy today with my teachers and friends!"

As for my youngest, and only daughter, she understood that her "pretty dress" that she adamantly asks to wear is set aside for the requisite camp shirt and shorts(or skirt). By her last class, all the kids understood the concept of circle time and everyone sang "If You Are Happy and You Know It..." I loved that the she got down and dirty with the paints and the glue and the playdoh, she understood that it was okay to get her hands messy. Best of all, I did not have to worry about stains or spills, because it was not my house.

Kindermusik classes allowed for us to keep in touch with our music classmates and their p-units. "Creatures in the Ocean" was the theme of the class. We learned about dolphins, and whales, sharks, crabs, the beach, and Sailboats. We loved it best when we jammed and danced to the tunes.The kids love music and especially parades. The July 4th parade was an extra special treat with marching bands. The kids enjoyed the cultural dance and festive costumes.

The Concert in the Park series introduced the kids to jugglers, magicians, and musicians with their eclectic beat, and some 'cheesy' jokes. It also allowed me an outlet to meet other moms and caregivers whom like me look for engaging activities for the kids.

The Summer Reading program has been a huge success and encourages the kids to enjoy reading. After reading a book (or books)the kids are given the opportunity to report the details of the book to a volunteer, play an age-appropriate game, and receive a small prize. Prizes ranged from Panera meal coupons, to plastic animal print sunglasses, to mood rings and even medals. The kids have read almost 100 books this summer.
The program introduced the kids to a new favorite author and book series. Ricky Ricotta and his Mighty Robot by Dav Pilkey and pictures by Martin Ontiveros. The series is one of the first enjoyable chapter books that has opened our eyes to "The Big Battle (In Flip-O-Rama). This series is a must read to find out who wins.

Summer Camp is officially over and I fret over what activities to do to fill up the last of the summer days. Summer is winding down and talks of Christmas party planning (yes believe it, heard over the yelp message boards) is making my head spin.
When the cicadas finish their musical score, it will be about time to pack the summer clothes away and ready for the start of school. School supply lists are out and crossing off checklist supplies looks to be an arduous task.
As of yet, a whole month remains for backyard barbecues, farmer's markets, and outdoor festivals. I will be cliche and say, "We still have the time to soak in as much of this summer sun and not let Summer lovin' happen so fast."

"...and so are the Days of Our Lives"

2008-07-26T21:53:00.000-07:00

I create this next post dedicated to granules of sand.

The beach would not Be without it,
a castle would never be built.
It can flow with the water and move with gentle ease.
It scratches soft baby skin, yet can make smooth rough callus feet.
Sand will stick to skin like glue and maneuver a way to hide in every crevice.

After a long day at the beach, and what seemed like an even longer time in the car ride home, tiny granules of sand are seen everywhere. On the car seat, in my shoes, on the kid's noses, and even between baby's butt, sand pervades our being, from only one day of romping and running and molding and shaping this sand.

I am reminded of how wonderful a holiday can be when sand and surf and sun can enliven a soul. I remember the times I would visit the beach growing up. I especially remember the first touch of the burning sand on my feet and trying to run as fast as I can toward the water to cool my piggy toes. I did that today with my children and reminded them every burning step of the way that relief was not too far away. After seeing the pure innocent joy on the faces of my children, I feel that I in some way imposed this feeling upon them. This childhood memory is now imprinted upon them and will also be recalled every time they visit the beach.

After a day of merriment and camaraderie, the kids are way tired, and are in no mood to wash off and bathe. They would rather sleep soundly and feel itchy and scratchy with sand hiding all over their body. Fortunately, for my kids, I am fast and efficient with their baths and have them tucked into bed for the night.

"Be and Bring Good News to the World"

2008-06-23T14:16:00.000-07:00

I do not take credit for the words in the title. These words come from the mission statement of St. Philip Neri's congregation. I wanted to pass along the emotion that settled over me when I witnessed wondrous music and song on a bright summer Sunday. The melodious voices heard matched the rhythmic beats of the musical instruments. Unfortunately, our late attendance only allowed for the last pew and thus, being unable to view the musicians and choir of St. Philip Neri happened only at communion. But it was here, at the time of communion that tears welled up in my eyes and made my son curious to ask me, "How come you are crying?" And all I could answer while controlling what would have been a waterfall of tears was, "Because I'm happy." The music selection during communion was "I'm In Love With Jesus" If you know this song then you may have felt the same when you first heard it sung. The angelic voice of the young singer was so strong and beautiful that all emotion poured out of me. I felt blessed and privileged to hear how this same faith based community worships and praises God. It was also the words of St. Philip Neri's pastor, Father Duris, "When you put your faith in God there is no need for worry," I felt like this message was hitting close to home. Might this be the answer to all my anxieties? Could this be a New Direction?

Happy Father's Day!

2008-06-15T08:37:00.000-07:00

Sleep is a luxury
no time found
rest now
your day is
dwindling down

We greet you
with words
made with our
tiny hands,
with markers
and crayons
our banner
stands

From your boys
and girl
love and happiness
we employ
This day is here
we hope you enjoy

Holy %$@#!?

2008-06-13T23:57:00.000-07:00

Where do I start this post? How about describing my emotions. My feelings can be encapsulated with Homer Simpson's famous line, "DOH!" You want to know why I feel this way? I was feeling high anxiety throughout the day that made me feel sick to my stomach. I could not steady my nerves nor my bowels. The bad feelings coupled with unlucky happenings. I never like to believe in superstitions. Friday the thirteenth came and went. But during the day little things just kept going wrong. When the one thing I had to do at Costco that usually only takes me 10 minutes actually became a total of 25 minutes. How about when I was running late getting back home and the last street light that I have to pass turns red AND the railroad cross bars come down. The kicker was when my most important tool fails me, on the field, while working a job. Am I just unlucky?
Wondering how my day went from bad to worse, the dialogue of Kung Fu Panda comes to mind. "The past is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift. That is why it is called the Present." I feel those words talking to me now. Yes I know now to prepare to not procrastinate and thus I would not have had to rush to complete my errands during the day. Having a contingency plan is in order to including packing for back up emergencies. Thinking about how to remedy the days 'unlucky' events is helpful, but I still feel shaken. And like the movie there is no special ingredient. It is the belief in oneself, in one's abilities that makes things happen and accomplishes the goal. The day was long and I am tired typing out my thoughts. A good nights rest should heal some of this emotion. But damn what a day. A day I will remember.

Summer Is Here

2008-06-10T18:36:00.000-07:00

Press play button to hear Otis Redding while reading this post. Wow, where has time gone? Summer is upon me and I feel that the season has crept up from behind. I use to lay out my summer plans around festivals and weekend craft fairs. Now I sometimes do not have a clue what is happening on the weekends. Surviving daily routine and keeping up with weekly activities has been the challenge. Now summer camp and extra free time are on the agenda. How am I going to keep the kids busy without leaving them in front of the television? The time of transition is now. The last day of school will be tomorrow. Luckily camp registration and securing a spot for first choices begins in January!? So that time is locked in on the calendar. I guess I could check out the programs at the library. They always have the free reading program and free movie days. The movie theater also has free movie days. Wednesday evenings are free concerts in the park. So far the only planned events are Long Grove's Strawberry Festival. The one and only time to enjoy strawberry donuts. Yummmmmy. Whatever we do decide, I'm sure will be fun. Mind blowing? Maybe. Summer is finally here and before I know it, Summer will be a memory. Time to take charge of the week and weekends before time slips through my fingers.
My other concern besides entertaining the kids over the summer holiday is why have I not been able to look ahead to the days upcoming and why am I not preparing? The answer to these questions is probably because I have been taking on new projects and occupying my time with more knowledge and experience of a new hobby that I have been developing. (more info on this subject will come later). Weekends have been way busy for me. Or maybe the answer to my question is because I am and always have been a procrastinator. Always under the belief that I work better under pressure and off the fly (or however the expression goes). This could be the reason. But I have noticed my anxiety seems more real and not always under my control when working under pressure. Especially during times of transition. I could delve more deeply into this subject, but then I would get too Freudian for myself. I just have to face the fact that I should concentrate more on my family and not so much on myself. Time is passing by whether or not I am prepared. And if I do not want to get stuck with extra time with nothing to do but watch television, then I have to get my big butt in gear and figure something out. Planning activities for the family should allow for the day to unfold easily. Right?

We are family

2008-05-30T11:53:00.000-07:00

But only a part of the family were here to celebrate Lola Lola's 80+ year old birthday. She is flanked by sons, daughters, grand kids, great-grand kids, and extended family.
Savory and sweet homemade dishes compliments of Tita Neneth and company were enjoyed by all(especially myself)! Rich in tradition, and celebrated by many, a birthday commemorates another year for this special celebrant. The matriarch of the family was honored with song, food, and family. Children's laughter and adult conversation was heard from every corner of the house.
What this unique mother, grandmother, and great-grandmother knows lays behind those eyes (yes, also behind the shiner that she received from a fall onto the floor). Thoughts and memories that only she remembers all compiled from the many years that she has celebrated. In my own opinion, it is she that is a symbol of family. It is she who has set the paths for her children and her children's children, and so forth. Without her, we would not all be here in this room. I have witnessed love and caring from those present, and I know they have witnessed those same emotions from Lola Lola. It is my hope to do the same to my children in hopes that they too will do the same to their family. Happy Birthday!

I'm Back!

2008-05-21T21:47:00.000-07:00

Okay so here goes, I have been away from a computer and not voluntarily. Due to weather related issues and computer malfunctions I have been without easy access to a computer. Yeah, I could probably utilize the free access at the library but it does not really benefit when I have kids in tow. Wow it feels good to be at the keyboard. I do have to say that without computer/Internet access I have been able to catch up on reading from actual books and a pile of magazines collecting dust waiting for me to skim and scan the latest articles (which are already back issues!) I was amazed at how fast I could read and ached to have more materials at hand. It is a weird feeling because I would not have read as much because there was always something that I needed to do with the computer. Therefore, there was not as much time to read a book from cover to cover because there was the email, and the blogs, the yelp, and of course the overall researching. I would think about something I had to check out or look up and found myself at a loss because I could not Google the said idea. Even now the computer is not at 100% full steam. I am kind of in limbo waiting for the hard drive to properly recover all the files. I did not properly back up my files and have been quietly mourning the loss of images, actions, and data. So what to do? Move on, I guess. Do what I should have done from the beginning and back up the files that I know I will need and invest in a better system for this kind of computer malfunctioning.

I am also amazed at how my life has been so intertwined to technology. For example, I have had a question/thought that I have been wanting to tell my son's teacher. I have several options for communicating with the teacher, but what I wanted to tell her would have been so much easier if I had been able to email her. I know that she checks her email frequently. I could have left her a voice message or even send her a hand written note through my son. But due to history my son is probably not the best messenger. He has been known to lose items on the bus because he wanted to show his classmates the message. I had to learn this lesson the hard way and it cost me $10. But I transgress. So I did end up handwriting a letter to the teacher (I think too much information would have been lost over the phone). It was odd because I did not have the proper stationary nor the penmanship to write a letter. I ended up using white computer paper and tried my best to control my hand to write a neat printed/cursive letter. I eventually put idea to paper and reminded my son(more than once) that he was not to take anything out of his bag while riding on the bus. I eventually received a return phone call relaying my question and concern, but overall, it was a weird feeling.I am so tied to technology I have noticed that I am not as social. I was unable to keep in touch with friends and missed out on 2 invited occasions. No my life did not end and my day to day activities did not suffer. In fact I think I may have read double the books to my children before nap and bedtime because there was no work to be done at the computer. Factor in good weather and the park and outdoors where unexpected surprises for the kids. My projects were put on hold and my kids and my household benefited the most. Most of the laundry was done. Meals were cooked for the week and more attention and patience was had for the kids. So is this a benefit to have the computer and online capabilities at a fingertips distance? Well, now everything is put in perspective and I know that I have to figure out schedules and times for my work and extracurricular activities beyond priority number one, my family. This priority has never changed places, but now my time feels more organized. And I can continue to feel like I am not the only one in the world that has kids and a husband and a house, this 'place' keeps me connected. And if there are any people who cheer me on that would be my kids.

How do you know?

2008-05-13T13:43:00.000-07:00

I was making breakfast one Saturday morning. When I opened up the 18 count egg container (thanks Costco), I found one egg had a different color than the other 17 eggs. It wasn't a bad color just a lighter shade of brown than the rest. I recalled a story that happened the day that I got married. It was a cool September day in 2001. I remember my mom came up to me as all the bridesmaids and myself were preparing with makeup and hair. My mom says, "You know dear, you do not have to put all your eggs in one basket." Just like that, my mom was very nonchalant with her comment, and I did not understand to what she was referring. So I asked her, "What are you talking about mom?" And she continues to say, "You know maybe you should consider keeping your options open." And I respond, "About what?" Now mind you my patience was running low and I think I may have audibly sighed at this point. My mom continues to say, "If you are not ready to get married, I will understand." Granted it was not a very touching moment to hear my mom say this to me on the day of my wedding, but in hindsight, my husband and I laugh about this story. My only explanation to my mother's concern was just that, concern for her youngest daughter making a life-altering decision. Albeit, the timing was way off. As I examined the different egg I saw no cracks or other blemishes. I proceeded to crack the shell and open it up and found that the yolk and egg white were as expected. The taste was perfect (after cooking it sunny-side up). I would never know at the time just by looking at my then soon-to-be-husband, that day in September that he would be 'The One.' Do not get me wrong, of course I had expectations and dreams of my husband. And what I vowed to him that September day I truly felt in my heart and continue to feel. Only after almost 7 years of marriage and 3 kids I can truly say he is perfect, and I am glad I did, "put all my eggs in one basket!"

Towering above

2008-05-05T18:08:00.000-07:00

It has come to light that an ill wind has blown through and wrecked havoc among those whose lives are already with stress and burden. I know that this sounds cryptic but in order for me to be more specific would only put detriment to the lives that surround the issue. I would also only prove slanderous considering everything I have heard is from 3rd person point-of-view. Given what I already know from history it seems that in the process of what some people would term as help and support in actuality only caused strife and grief. Overall, the only accomplishment achieved may in fact harm the innocent. What is the root cause of harm? Why do people not get along? When will people understand that the little things need to be resolved and pave room for the larger issues at hand? How does one confront issues that take one from a comfort zone? Where will hate lead us all? I took this picture on a May cloudy Friday in downtown Chicago. Not a peek of sun would show through the overcast sky. When I first took the picture I remembered attending a graduation at the Fourth Presbyterian Church almost 10 years ago. The church is one of peace and serenity, with tranquil settings that are not seen from the busy downtown streets. The John Hancock building is seen as a behemoth set next to the church. I have tried to answer the question "Why would they say such a thing?" And the only answers that I could come up with are the inadequacies that one might feel when compared to the other and thus harboring jealousy in the end. Regardless of the real answer, hateful words have set the course of events into a tail spin and only those whose hearts are pure and strong can overcome the consequences of hate.

A current favorite

2008-05-03T21:31:00.000-07:00

As I mentioned in one of my previous blog posts I have been staying up late working on a couple projects. I tend to work late at night because I get most of my work done uninterrupted. I can stay wired working until 3 or 4 in the morning. No I'm not boasting and believe me I pay for it in the morning when my roosters wake me up at 6:30AM. So what is my secret? The answer lies between the D and D. Do you know what I'm talking about? I'm talking about a smooth brew of extra cream, regular sugar, large Dunkin Donuts coffee. $1.96 (tax included, thanks Todd). A bit much on the pocket book considering I can make my own for a lot less. Americans make it easy now with the wondrous drive-thru invention. My favorite spot to pick up some caffeine goodness is off of Fullerton after I get off the highway. The drive thru window lies steps from the parking lot, and I would probably benefit from expending a few (thousand) calories if I walked into the store. But time is of the essence for me and the challenge of curving the car into the lane with out adding to the dings, battered scrapes, and tire marks of the drive thru sign gets exciting (it's the little things that get my cogs turning!). P.S. don't forget the straw! Check out my review at http://giselles.yelp.com

2300 Children's Plaza

2008-04-30T00:52:00.000-07:00

Driving up to this building you kind of wonder what could be housed in this older hospital? The facade is cracked and old. The buildings that comprise this hospital are mismatched and kind of pieced together as an afterthought. It is only when you enter the building and find that the people who work in the hospital are the ones that make this facility one-of-a-kind. The direct patient care that I have witnessed Griffin receive has been, well more than I can explain. I am reassured by the knowledge and care of the staff that make up for the lack in luster of the hospital.

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Burning the Midnight Oil

2008-04-29T00:49:00.000-07:00

Working late at night is when I get most of my work done. With the recent events my inspiration is 10 fold. I feel my inspirations and ideas ready to flow out and over me like champagne bubbles in it's flute. I hope to highlight events and happenings as they occur. With the help of my light (which happens to be switched off in this image) I try to focus my eyes on the screen and organize my thoughts. This image is one of the firsts with the Nikon 17-55 mm f/2.8 G IF-ED AF-S DX Zoom Lens-Nikkor that Paul purchased from Sharp. (44mm, 1/60sec, f2.8, DX 17-55mm). My work is continuously progressing and will be changing as the days move forward. Tell me what you think.

ROOM 405

2008-04-28T09:10:00.000-07:00

Yucky yellow scratchy gowns and too tight blood pressure cuffs.

A couple of things I know I would dislike seeing when staff have to come and examine me.

Griffin

2008-04-27T21:53:00.000-07:00

Maks Family 2008

So with current events unfolding I figured I would write a few thoughts about you. One look at you and you can flash that smile that extends from ear to ear, and at times convey a mischievous look. A look that says I may be getting into something and you better watch out for me. I always felt safety rules were made with you in mind. Do you know who you are? Some family and friends have kindly referred to you as "Griffy," "Grif," "Fin," and to your sister you are fondly referred to as "Bobby." Have you guessed correctly? I'm talking about you Griffin.

Who's that behind me?

Oooh...

Smile!

2008-04-26T22:11:00.000-07:00

At a recent baby shower these lucky ladies happily smiled for me and my camera. After toiling long hours in planning, assembling, setting up, and entertaining guests you would think that smiles would be found few and far between (but the pictures suggest otherwise). Job well done ladies. The guest of honor was more than elated to have friends who were loving and caring both in their attention to detail and to friendship. The event took place at Reza's on clark street in Chicago (my review of the restaurant at http://giselles.yelp.com/ ). Guests traveled from far and wide to take part in wishing many happy days, and sleepless nights to the soon-to-be-parents. At the time of this posting Anne and Roberto welcomed baby girl Isabella Lilliana. Congratulations!

Best Freinds forever...

...and ever...

Spring is here!

2008-04-24T14:54:00.000-07:00

The buds are opening and nature's colors are in full bloom. I wanted to add some images to the original post in honor of earth week.
This tree sapling was given to my son from his kindergarten class. Each of the students received a sapling to plant. My son came home and immediately got down and dirty. Our neighbor was kind to help dig the hole and keep the tiny sapling from bending in the wind with these supports. My son ended up spending two more hours digging for worms and roly poly bugs.

Spring flowers

Madelyn's Baptism

2008-04-06T01:00:00.000-07:00

Congratulations to Charmaine and Paul for introducing their baby girl Madelyn Antonia to the Christian World. The guests were also introduced to the newest member of the 'Terrific Two Club' Donovan Tiberius.
The party combined a baptism and birthday all under one roof. The celebration culminated with two, yeah that is right, two cakes from Rolf's patisserie. The cakes were so heavenly good I had to order one for my own daughter's birthday. http://giselles.yelp.com Dessert did not stop there, oh no, melted Ghiradelli chocolate flowed silky and lovely like the waters of Willy Wonka's chocolate factory (you remember when Gustav falls in while slurping the rich goodness with his greedy hands, if only Gustav had listened to the *weak* warnings of Willy Wonka, he would not have been sucked up into the tunnel). I tend to go off on tangents. A chocolate fountain was served with fresh fruit, homemade banana bread and cookies, and more cake, pound cake. All the best to Donovan and Madelyn and their lucky parents.
Cake #1

Cake #2
Fountain of Chocolate

"How does this work?"

2008-04-03T12:09:00.000-07:00

She is hard at work wondering how to work the program. Baby Phia since you have turned 2 your curiosity now can be communicated with your words. Always asking, "Why," and never taking no for an answer. No wonder these times of your youth are termed 'the Terrific Twos.' I hope you find the answers to all of life's questions.

This beautiful card was handmade for you from Ninang Detchy, Kuya Everest, Griffin, Hudson, and Kai Kai.