cinnamon spice

a little of this, a little of that, variety is the spice of this blog........

September 30, 2006

staying with it

Ok, so after being called out by my local paper blog, I need to remember to post more often. It is not that I don't want to. I have lots of posts that pop in my head during the week, but they don't get on the computer. And my computer is sitting right here, on my desk, in plain view for me to do posts. I think that I put pressure on myself to do big, fancy, outstanding posts for my blog. I need to remember that basic posts are good too. And not every post needs to be poignant or funny. I think the blog intimidates me some too. I don't know how to do a lot of the fun things I see in other peoples blogs. My skills as a writer are lacking, my spelling is atrocious, my sentences tend to run on.........I guess I can be ok with that, and not put pressure on myself.

So, for now, as the next soccer game looms, I will leave you with this thought from Confucius....

For one word
a man is often deemed to be wise,
and for one word
he is often deemed to be foolish.
We should be careful indeed
what we say.

September 13, 2006


While doing the previous post, I wrote about wanting to visit China and see where my grandfather grew up. It did make it sound as if my grandfather is Chinese. He is not. My grandfather was born in California in 1913, the oldest of 6 children. His parents were Episcopalian missionaries (one of my great uncles is now an Episcopalian bishop). By the time my grandfather was 6 months old, they were off for one of their 'teaching tenures' in China. My great-grandfather taught biological science at the American school in Shanghai as well as ministering to the local village. My grandfather and his brothers spent their days climbing trees and bamboo, riding bikes, floating in the river and general mischief. Other missionary families in the area would warn newcomers to "watch out for those March boys". Between the ages of 6 months and 16, my grandfather spent more time in China than in the states. They did have sabbaticals back to America periodically. Someone told me it was like a debriefing. I remember my grandfather telling me was how the communist propaganda started coming over the radio, as that government began. He said it was one of the reason they knew it was time to go back to America, they could tell things were changing. During WWII the home they had lived in was destroyed. When I was a child, my grandparents would host students from China who were going to Berkeley. I would go with them to craft fairs and picked up many unique items from China. My grandfather and my granny went back to China in the early 80's, when tourism was still fairly new. They were able to go to the area where the house stood, and find one of the trees that he climbed. They took many pictures and had a wonderful experience. It was the last trip they took together before my granny died.

I wish I knew more about the time he spent there. By the time I became interested in tai chi and Chinese teachings, my grandfather had developed dementia and was not always able to put together dates and facts. Interestingly, as his dementia deepens and his memories blend, he often starts to say words in Chinese, left over memories long forgotten from childhood.

I want to go to China, to explore the country where he spent much of his childhood. I would like to learn to speak Chinese. I would like to deepen my knowledge of tai chi and chi kung. I feel a connection with China, not just because of tai chi, but because I feel that my family history is there as well.

September 11, 2006

My first Tag.....

My OZ blog pal has tagged me. It is my first one (I am so excited). I had to stop and really think about how I wanted to answer some of them. Didn't want to be too deep, or too flippant, somewhere in the middle. Here it goes......

Three things that scare me:
1. Motorcycles
2. Guns
3. My boys driving motorcycles or using guns

Three people who make me laugh:
1. My hubby
2. My boys
3. Aaron Sorkin (tv/movie writer)

Three things I hate: (see Three things that scare me)
1. snooty rich people
2. unfair soccer referees
3. having hormonal headaches

Three things I don't understand:
1. why teachers don't get paid more
2. why people complain about the smoke from the field burns
3. economics (never understood it in school, don't get it now)

Three things I am doing right NOW:
1. watching Monday Night Football on ESPN
2. telling the boys to shower
3. blogging

Three things I want to do before I die:
1. see OZ (Australia)
2. work a NASCAR race
3. go to where my grandfather was raised in China (good story for another post)

Three things I can do:
1. teach and reach people through tai chi and soccer
2. superb balance
3. be Suzy Sunshine on command

Three ways to describe my personality:
1. sensitive
2. warm
3. go with the flow

Three things I can't do:
1. can't mow lawn with gas powered lawn mower
2. can't watch gross things on tv
3. change the way people act

Three things I think you should listen to:
1. inner sense or inner voice
2. people you value (friends and family)
3. your children

Three things you should never listen to:
1. news channel reporters
2. Politics
3. False prophets

Three things I'd like to learn:
1. more tai chi
2. reiki
3. chinese

Three favorite foods:
1. marble fudge ice cream
2. anything Italian
3. apricots

Three beverages I drink regualry:
1. water
2. Diet Pepsi (I am trying to stop drinking all sodas, but still have DP)
3. Grapfruit juice

Three shows I watched as a kid:
1. Wild, wild west
2. Speed racer
3. Adam-12

Thanks for the tag Hannalie!!!! Now I tag back right? Hmmm.......I haven't figured out how to do alot of the blog posting with links so..........I'll get back to you


I wrote my 9/11 post early this morning. The day was still fresh and the boys were just waking. As the day went on and the more the impact of 9/11 was talked about, I realized some things that I remember from 5 years ago.

One thing was the silence in the skies the days following the attack. We don't live by a big airport, but we do live in the flight path of our local airport. The days the followed 9/11 seemed so quiet to me. And it took me a while to realize that I had become accustomed to the sound of small private planes flying by. I missed that sound.

I remember not wanting my oldest to head back to first grade. I remember thinking how I wanted to grab all my family who lived so near a target city, and bring them all up here with us. I remember my dreams prior to the attack. For several months that summer of 2001, I had recurring dreams of planes crashing and fire. Vivid, clear dreams. Somehow, I wonder if my psyche was preparing me for the scene we would all witness.

I am glad we reflect on how we changed, what we learned about who we are and what became important to us, on this day.

Nicholas C. Lassman.....................

The name of one of the many victims of the 9/11 attacks 5 years ago this morning. He died young and with a familly to mourn him. He was in the WTC towers. His name is one of 2,996 that bloggers are paying tribute too. To see more of the bloggers who are paying tribute to those who lost thier lives on that day go to:,

I feel sad today. I think about all who were lost, and how we changed as a country. I think about those months after the attack, how scared we were and how patritoic we became.

I think, I pray, I mourn, I hug those I love on this day and everyday.

September 07, 2006

shopping dismay

I am in shock. I even watched it occur. Yesterday while shopping at Wally World, the unthinkable happened. I bought Pop Tarts! It was one of those out of body experiences. I saw from a distance, my hand reach out to the shelf and grab not one, but two of those square boxes of delight. I am not eve sure why I did it. Normally, healthy snacks are the order of the day at our house. Yes, we do have granola bars and rubbery fruit snacks. The occasionally sweet-roll (butterhorns please) have darkened our morning table. But POP TARTS?! The worst part is, the kids like them. The boxes are nearing empty, after a sampling parade of these treats of sugar indulgence by each family member. There was a time, when hubby and I were young, that Pop Tarts were a staple to buy. A time when the waist line didn't exploded from just looking at processed sugar goodness. But that time is gone. I hope the boys understand that this was a one time slip off the healthy wagon. But I have a feeling I have just turned them into Pop Tart junkies.................................

September 04, 2006


Summer's gone, it was beautiful, it was fast.
It was strong, full of love and full of tears.
It brought new memories, and longing feelings. It was the summer of growth, but not of opportunity.
It was lonley and yet it was full. It was bright, to keep away the darkness.
Summer is gone, and so I go on.