Sunday, January 25, 2009

25 Things...

I got tagged on Facebook...
By 3 different people.
When something happens in 3's... it's usually a sign. :)

So... I wrote 25 things about myself.

And I figured I'd post them here.

Play along if you'd like!



1. I took up the guitar and photography in my 30's... it's never too late.


2. I hate snakes. I used to have recurring nightmares about them.


3. I have an "outie" and I used to get teased incessantly about it by my neighbors! Now that I think about it, that was only 1 of numerous things they teased me about.


4. I prayed that God would send me a good neighbor friend and He did when I was 9. She was a ballerina and an actress. We were like sisters.


5. I always thought I wouldn't be able to have kids of my own and wanted to adopt. Surprise, I have 2 kids of my own, and we're working on adoption.


6. If I didn't know Jesus, I would have probably been an international jewel and/or art thief.


7. I collect seashells and smashed pennies.


8. I love to drive through the countryside listening to the music scores from movies. I have some of my sweetest worship times in those moments.


9. I'm an introvert who likes to have deep conversations and is really uncomfortable with small talk.


10. I disobeyed my parents on our Oahu trip and ended up falling off a cliff. My life flashed in front of my eyes and a tree caught me about 8 feet down.


11. I'm OCD about counting certain things.


12. I love wit and humor, but I have a hard time with sarcasm.


13. I play games to win, but I'm only competetive in a fun way.


14. My favorite literature growing up... Charlotte's Web and To Kill a Mocking Bird.


15. I like musical theater, fast roller coasters, and Mexican food.


16. Sixteen is my favorite number. When I turned 16, I had never been kissed.


17. I met Patrick when I was 17, started courting at 18, and married at 22.


18. Patrick is definitely my other half. We've been through times of joy and major struggles... God has healed our hurts, redeemed what was lost, and continues to make us one.


19. I get very sentimental about the past and have a lot of fond memories of my childhood.


20. My first car was a sweet, mint green Honda Accord. I heart that car... hello, wherever you are.


21. I love to study and teach God's word. It's hard to even express how much I love it.


22. I used to say I would never dye my hair, and now I dye it about every 3 months.


23. I won't sail on a boat if I can't see the land. I love sailboats and catamarans.


24. I can skate like the wind, I love to sing with a choir, and I like to climb very tall trees.


25. I had forgotten how much I liked to write until I started to blog. I used to think blogs were lame.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Help, I need some bodies...

H-E-L-P! There I said it.

No, actually I just spelled it.

Ok, let me try again.

HELP! Ok, phew! I did it.
Sometimes it's really difficult for me to ask for help. I'll confess that sometimes I feel like it would be easier to just do it myself. Other times pride might just creep in, and I don't want to admit that I need help. But most of the time, I just don't want to bother someone by asking for help. I figure that everyone has such busy schedules already, that I don't want to ask them to do one more thing. I don't want people to feel badly because they have to say no or to feel obligated to do whatever I'm asking. Does that make sense?

Our Foster Adoption process is pretty much on hold right now. Do you know why? Because I'm having a hard time asking for help. We have to take 6 sets of classes in preparation to become adoptive parents through this program. These are major classes.... I'm talking 7 hours on a Saturday, or sometimes a Sunday.


All I can see is the negative. I think to myself, "Self. Who would want to take on your boys for 7 hours on a Saturday?? Who wouldn't reject that request?" I should be thinking on lovely things. I should be thinking things like, "Who would be blessed to be a part of this process? Who would love to help make our dream come true?? Who would love to bless a child??"


I'm trying. I'm trying to discipline my thoughts. I'm trying to step aside so that God can provide.


I'm learning to ask for help...

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Dancing and Dreams

Jason and I danced in the kitchen today, barefooted and in our pajamas. It was a song about the simple things with a Jack Johnson kind of feel. We smiled and laughed and danced. Just him and me.

And then he looked up at me and said, "Mommy, please hold me. I need to be in your heart."

So I scooped him up into my arms. He hugged me tightly and we twirled and danced some more.

When we were tired, I sat down on the couch and he climbed into my lap and rested his sweet head in the crook of my arm. He put his thumb in his mouth and curled his chubby forefinger around his nose and looked at me with his twinkling, chocolate brown eyes. I told him how much I love him and how special he is, and he shook his head knowingly. His eyelashes slowly began to flutter and his breathing became long and even, and he gave way to his dreams.

I savored the moments, which didn't last very long. Suddenly, my little dancing partner leapt up and took my hand, leading me to his room.

"You're the kid, now, and I'm the dad. It's time to take your nap," he said.

I climbed in bed and he pulled the covers up around my neck and blew me a kiss.

"I'll tell you a story now. This one. Adan and Eve were with the animals. There were elephants. And then they made a boat. The End. Ok, you got to sleep now, because you're the kid. I'll give you some music, ok? Sleep now. Don't fall outta the bed, ok?" And he blew me another kiss and shut the door.

And in a milestone moment, my baby practically outgrew my lap and became a big boy. My heart doesn't know whether to ache with loss or swell with pride. For now, I'll rest in the limbo and hope for another cuddle in the morning... I certainly haven't outgrown it. I don't think I ever will.

Thursday, January 8, 2009

Bubblicious and Bazooka Joe... Celebrating 15 Years


Fifteen years ago, I was getting ready for one of the best days of my life!!
I got to marry my best friend and begin the commitment of a lifetime.

We met in the college group of my church. You can read about it here!
We were the first of a lot of amazing couples in our group to get married. And as far as I know, I think everyone from that group is still married... praise God!!


Gumshoe from Linda Zalamea on Vimeo.
(If you want to hear the sound better, pause the music at the bottom of the blog first.)

We found this video the other day... it was from a video scavenger hunt we did. Each group had to incorporate certain things... like locations, soundtrack, sound effects, props, etc. We had 4 hours to write a script, film, edit... the whole enchilada. It was done just 16 days after we were married... fresh after our honeymoon. It's so silly... I just had to share it. (It starts off really slowly, but believe me, the acting gets good. Hey, I try to do a New York accent and everything... hehe).

I think the love language Patrick and I have as a couple is "quality time." We have always just loved to be together. Whether it's being silly together, ministering together, raising the kids as a team, going on a hike, or just relaxing in the family room... we just love hanging out! We never run out of things to talk about and we are so thankful that God has given opportunities to grow close to Him and to each other through all our trials and joys!

So we're at Disneyland on our 15th... getting in some great quality time... just the 2 of us!! :)

What's your "love language"?
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