<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540789202981835810</id><updated>2011-10-24T04:48:27.707-07:00</updated><category term='Self'/><title type='text'>Luzdelsol Dos</title><subtitle type='html'>There comes a point in your life when you realize: Who matters,Who never did,Who won't anymore... 
And who always will!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luzdelsoldos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540789202981835810/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luzdelsoldos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17299024411727000156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zyk3W1gZi1I/SM8rPWIRgVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JmA44a0tgUc/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540789202981835810.post-7642756242697877635</id><published>2011-10-15T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T14:32:37.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"A Key"</title><content type='html'>I got up this morning thinking....another day without your Dad. It does really suck, I guess I could be more polite and use gentler terms...but I chose to be "transparent" (that's a new word our agency is using while it is laying off 10 of my co-workers! Not all will be gone but at least 5 will; they want to be transparent in how they are dealing with the layoffs; but if they were really transparent they would say how badly the governor and legislators in WA screwed up our economy by over spending on "their" special projects that tanked! So now all state employees are taking cuts left and right; but I must tell you that at least 3 legislators volunteered to take the pay cut with us, we have at least 100 legislators! And yes I am very grateful to still have a job and benefits while so many other people don't, just needed to vent!)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; You all would probably wouldn't even hear that side of what is happening in my work life if your dad were here.  I miss him so! Coming home in the evenings is tough! Sliding that key in the door  every night is one of the hardest things I have to do.  I have to unlock that door every day! Lock it when I leave; check the back door make sure that all is locked. There is no safe place for me anymore! I am alone in this realm! I know that my Heavenly Father takes care of me; I know He does.  I am truly blessed with the Spirit of the Holy Ghost to bring me peace and comfort. I do have a testimony.  I know my children love me too, I have friends that care about me.  I am actually one of the most blessed person I know because I am loved by many.  It still does not take away the pain when I slide that key in the door and Keary is not there! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why but this is a hard month.  I get busy with work, family, my calling and let us not forget Duke.  I move forward and make plans and I am content and then it hits!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Testimony is strong! I have no doubt where your dad is because I know he is where he is happy and actually "alive" serving others; unencumbered by his physical body, what joy he must be feeling!  I know I need to continue living righteously to return to him! I really envy his freedom!  To go beyond this stage in our progression! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like everything else I do...I am anxious to more forward in my progression and actually don't know how to press forward.  I know I need to take one step at a time and this is just another stage of embracing the stage of mourning and grief! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I am writing this and thinking ...I bet my kids think I am loony! I want all to know I am not! I just miss your dad! Pain in the you know what, he was but his was my love! That is it! I miss the love of my spiritual soul mate! I miss his acceptance in my aging, the familiar, the togetherness, the tender touch and hugs! How I miss draping my arms around him, that smirky smile and those blue eyes! Those blue eyes got me every time! When he would get mad they would get cloudy; light cotton blue when he was sad; sparkling; twinkling when he was  funny or  making a pun! That is my memory about him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few days before he passed he came up to me while I was watching a show on my computer and he wheels up in his wheel chair; Duke at his side; he stops and looks at me and he is saying something to me and I miss it but I didn't want to make him sad that I didn't hear him and he smiles that smirky smile at me, his eyes are twinkling blue, his hands are folded on his belly, he chuckles and wheels him self into his room. I remember the warmth his smile lit in my heart and the comfort it brought me. Watching him wheel around the corner saying "Come on Duke" I remember smiling and thinking he is such a character he must be talking about something he was listening too.  I look back at it and know those moments maybe every day events in our lives and at times we just take them for granted; little do we know that maybe the greatest moments that day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; That is what I miss and I have no key to open that door that will bring him back to those moments in time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540789202981835810-7642756242697877635?l=luzdelsoldos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luzdelsoldos.blogspot.com/feeds/7642756242697877635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540789202981835810&amp;postID=7642756242697877635' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540789202981835810/posts/default/7642756242697877635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540789202981835810/posts/default/7642756242697877635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luzdelsoldos.blogspot.com/2011/10/key.html' title='&quot;A Key&quot;'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17299024411727000156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zyk3W1gZi1I/SM8rPWIRgVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JmA44a0tgUc/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540789202981835810.post-5514381889372539238</id><published>2011-04-13T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T21:33:15.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{Something about your Dad}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Did you guys know that your Dad like Ralph Waldo Emerson? He used to read his works when he was in college. I found a book with Emerson's reflections and some things your dad underlined. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;On Nature and the Natural Man... &lt;/em&gt;he under lined the following: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Nature is a setting that fits equally well in comic or a mourning piece." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I am nothing; I see all; the currents of the Universal Being circulated through me; I am part or parcel of God." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We are always coming up with the emphatic facts of history in our private experience and verifying them here. All history becomes subjective; in other words there is properly no histroy, only biography."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Every mind must know the whole lesson for itself--must go over the whole ground. What it does not see, what it does not live, it will know... The better for him" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"In dreams we are true poets; we create the persons of the drama; we give them appropriate figures, faces, costume; they are perfect in their organs, attitude, manners: moreover they speak after their own characters, not ours--they speak to us, and we listen with surprise to what they say." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;On Character and Self Reliance...&lt;/em&gt; he underlined the following:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I do not see how any man can afford, for the sake of his nerves and his nap, to spare any action in which he can partake." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just thought you'd all like to see a glimpse of how his mind worked! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540789202981835810-5514381889372539238?l=luzdelsoldos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luzdelsoldos.blogspot.com/feeds/5514381889372539238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540789202981835810&amp;postID=5514381889372539238' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540789202981835810/posts/default/5514381889372539238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540789202981835810/posts/default/5514381889372539238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luzdelsoldos.blogspot.com/2011/04/something-about-your-dad.html' title='{Something about your Dad}'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17299024411727000156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zyk3W1gZi1I/SM8rPWIRgVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JmA44a0tgUc/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540789202981835810.post-9066290800199173797</id><published>2009-07-12T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T13:39:33.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{Life with your Dad}</title><content type='html'>Had a bad day yesterday…it started ok, I had no plans other then cooking and hanging up my clothes. Your dad asked me to get Duke dog food and a collar and he wanted me to fix him some egg salad and meatloaf. I took Duke and went shopping….decided I needed to wash the car so I went to pick up my free car wash card I get at KIA monthly… I drove into the dealership; I was not thinking at all and I went to park …I scraped the left side of my car big time on a large concrete pole. I was so angry at myself! It took me some screaming in the car for least a minute to calm down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think I want to wash my car…the white paint from the pole won’t come out….Thank goodness I lowered the deductible to $250.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filled the car up with gas and got the largest chocolate candy bar I could get; ate it and I felt better. Had the car checked out by your dad and Calvin….they both said “Dang”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to bed early but could not sleep and at about 11pm I went to the couch as it is cooler in the front room with the AC. After awhile I heard your dad in the front room messing around with Duke and opening doors. He let Duke out in the back yard. I turned around and went back to sleep. A while later I hear the front door open, and I thought Keary must be taking Duke out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up with a start, it’s 4:30 am, where is Keary I didn’t hear him come back in. I look in his room …No Keary, the cell phone is on his table; and the electric wheel chair is sitting right next to the bed...Manual wheel chair is gone…My mind is blank!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grab my wallet and car keys and get in the car…I am in panic mode! I get to the Apt entrance. I look left….Maybe he took Duke to the empty field. I see nothing…no traffic…no nothing except mist. I look right and about a Block and a half in the right lane is your dad in his wheel chair being pulled by Duke. Going the opposite direction of home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drive up to him and ask him what he is doing… “I don’t know where I am”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you have the manual wheel chair"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m getting exercise so I can sleep and exercising will keep me alive longer”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in the middle of the street…I put Duke and your dad in the car. I put the wheel chair in the back of the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What time is it?”&lt;br /&gt;“4:30”&lt;br /&gt;“Boy, I left at one, I fell of the chair I guess it took me a long time to get up”&lt;br /&gt;“Where did you fall?”&lt;br /&gt;“At the School”&lt;br /&gt;“Dang, Keary”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bring them home; I get his electric wheel chair. I help your dad get in bed and take his meds I tell him “never do that again” …He replies “But then you won’t be aggravated! I see the twinkle in his eyes … I laugh “I love you Keary”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to bed and I pray. My last thought as I go to sleep; “I am going back on anti-depressants!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540789202981835810-9066290800199173797?l=luzdelsoldos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luzdelsoldos.blogspot.com/feeds/9066290800199173797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540789202981835810&amp;postID=9066290800199173797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540789202981835810/posts/default/9066290800199173797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540789202981835810/posts/default/9066290800199173797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luzdelsoldos.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-with-your-dad.html' title='{Life with your Dad}'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17299024411727000156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zyk3W1gZi1I/SM8rPWIRgVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JmA44a0tgUc/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540789202981835810.post-9088392442261428852</id><published>2009-07-09T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T20:51:21.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>{News About Your Dad!}</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I feel compelled to let you know the state of your father’s health.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Things have been stable for a while but it is almost a year since your Dad has signed his DNR. As you all know he does have a nurse come in weekly to check his heart, blood pressure, weight gain, blood sugars, any discomfort or abnormalities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We also hired a CNA (Certified Nursing Assistant) Calvin to help daily. He comes in about noon and makes sure your dad eats and takes his med. He also keeps the house clean and makes sure your father’s needs are met ie: clean bedroom, change of sheet, bathroom cleaned etc. Because Keary’s eyesight is getting weaker I fix his syringes once a week for his daily insulin intake. He now has a pre-measured insulin syringes for his overage. And of course he has Duke as a companion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We had for a while some home teachers that came by often, but since Calvin comes in we don’t see much of them anymore. He also had sacrament come in on Sundays but that again has fallen thru the cracks. I did address it with one of the counselors about 2 Sundays ago and someone showed up; but not this last week. His home teacher used to take him to the Temple once a month but it has been a while since that has happened and I am not sure if it is because your dad cancels or what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So now for the updates:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Within the last 3 months your dad has lost about 25lbs, he has sporadic heart attacks, and of course some eyesight loss. A couple of Sundays ago your dad had a heart attack he felt and I wanted to take him to the Hospital and he refused. The next Tuesday I addressed this with his nurse. The nurse stated that the palliative care your father is receiving is to make him comfortable and pain free and live a reasonable comfortable life. There will be no intervention or aggressive health care unless your dad and I decide that is what he wants. (We discussed this and he doesn’t)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He has also developed a thyroid problem that makes him sleep a lot because he is always fatigued; he is on medication for that. Tuesday the nurse gave him a prescription for Ritalin to boost his energy. He went in yesterday for blood tests to detrmine the levels of his thyroid and check his heart enzymes. Today he went in to see his Dr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As per the conversation I had with your Dad the following occurred: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. His heart is slowly being damaged and the only alternative is to have a heart by-pass but he would not survive the surgery due to the fact that his body would not survive the anesthesia, his heart would not improve by much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The blood tests also indicated that his liver enzymes are not normal and have not been since 2007 but now they are going to do a sonogram to determine the extent of the damage to his liver. The Dr told your Dad that the normal thing for him would be to be hospitalized for a battery of tests to minimize the damage to the liver; Dad told her he was not going to the hospital. The Dr agreed and she scheduled the sonogram as an out-patient for Aug 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. He is receiving many types of medication to cover many his conditions; however the liver condition cannot be medicated because this medication would make his low blood pressure even lower putting more stress on the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So… as per my conversation with your dad he believes &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; being hospitalized and having all these procedures will prolong his life. He states he has prayed about it and feels it is the right thing for him to do. He does have a DNR in place and I will do as he asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just wanted to update ya’ll with what is happening. I know that you girls read these blogs but am not sure of your brothers, we don’t seem to hear from them much. So please pass this on to Alex and Andrew I am sure they would want to know this also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540789202981835810-9088392442261428852?l=luzdelsoldos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luzdelsoldos.blogspot.com/feeds/9088392442261428852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540789202981835810&amp;postID=9088392442261428852' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540789202981835810/posts/default/9088392442261428852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540789202981835810/posts/default/9088392442261428852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luzdelsoldos.blogspot.com/2009/07/news-about-your-dad.html' title='{News About Your Dad!}'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17299024411727000156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zyk3W1gZi1I/SM8rPWIRgVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JmA44a0tgUc/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540789202981835810.post-1407073162844365844</id><published>2009-05-18T11:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T12:08:18.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*56 Blog*</title><content type='html'>That's how many blogs I read!!! It was great reading all about Spring breaks, Easter, Fishing, Wiggly teeth, Pretty dresses, Baby pictures.  Because there were so many I did not comment on them so I just wanted to let you know I did read them all and was very entertained and excited to see what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; were up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ya'll&lt;/span&gt; are the BEST.  I am so very proud of our family and all the efforts that are made to keep all included in what we do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; I am the worse.  But I do enjoy keeping up with what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;y'all&lt;/span&gt; are doing.  As for me I am in work mode.  This supervisor thing is very time consuming and very emotionally vested.  It is an experience.  I really enjoy making changes and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;streamlining&lt;/span&gt; processes, which helps the people I supervise.  They have waited for yrs to have someone make a difference. So it can be very rewarding.  I must say the paperwork and data keeping really is not my cup of tea!!! (to put it in polite words.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did go to Utah first week in May and  I had a great time with each family there.  I did come home with a bruised knee, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;some one's&lt;/span&gt; camera,  a mermaid video, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; broke and a very blessed heart to be around family.  I miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540789202981835810-1407073162844365844?l=luzdelsoldos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luzdelsoldos.blogspot.com/feeds/1407073162844365844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540789202981835810&amp;postID=1407073162844365844' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540789202981835810/posts/default/1407073162844365844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540789202981835810/posts/default/1407073162844365844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luzdelsoldos.blogspot.com/2009/05/56-blog.html' title='*56 Blog*'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17299024411727000156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zyk3W1gZi1I/SM8rPWIRgVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JmA44a0tgUc/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540789202981835810.post-3337150019592077990</id><published>2009-04-04T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T18:36:28.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Journey</title><content type='html'>I have had several experiences this last week that have really enlightened my awareness to how much influence I have in other peoples’ lives! The job that I do allows me to have contact with thousands of people literally, (accumulative since 2001).  Literally Monday thru Friday people approach me and thank me for making a difference in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine in an earlier post spoke about relationships and who it affects in our lives.  I really did not have an understanding of how much I do that. All I know is that I get up every morning knowing I have to go to work because I need to care for Keary and make sure that I provide the same kind of care he provided for our family before he became disabled.   I don’t think I am doing these things consciously, but do them because I know it is the right thing to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In just the last week the following situations have made me realize how much influence I have in my co-worker’s lives: (names have been changed to protect the innocent, lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1  Mimi… Had owned her own business was CEO of her company, she was divorced and lost her business she had with 2nd ex-husband who embezzled the money from the business (she has been with our agency since Jan)&lt;br /&gt;We were at a team meeting and we were asked to recognize another team member and thank them for something they had done for us.  Mimi thanked a couple of our co-workers for teaching her new processes and procedures but then she got choked up and told the following story (paraphrased of course):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ I came in here a more than a year ago a broken person with no hope to my circumstances and wondering what I was doing wrong.  I came to one of the classes  and the instructor gave the whole class great information but I felt she was talking to me and after the workshop I stayed and talked to her and her words really gave me a reality check and she encouraged me to move forward.  Because of her it has changed my life.  I went  home  drank a myself to sleep (she told me that part later) I pulled myself up and did what she told me and within a month I was working at the DSHS office.  So in Dec when they had budget cuts, she was the first person that I called and she advised me of these openings and guided me thru the process.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then got teary eyed and then said “I want to Thank Diana for all she has done for me and picked me up from where I was and gave me hope”   WOW!!! (I knew that I had helped her with her resume and remembered her being a nice lady but I did not know that story)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Later that week she came over to me (because I met her 1st ex-husband in one of my workshops) and said that because she admired and respected me so much she hoped that I would not judge her because of her ex-husband, she had been young and foolish when she married him.  My first thought was “why” would I do that?  And I said so to her and I also told her we all go thru different experiences in our lives and these experiences ultimately make us who we are.  (Honestly I thought he was a really nice guy; he was a Mexican migrant worker who had worked in construction most of his life and was not educated at all. I could tell he had a good heart.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She thanked me and told me what a kind and nice a person I was.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2. Mildred (also name changed) was extremely upset during one of our many audits and when I handed her a paper she grabbed it from me, which I thought was rather rude.  After the 15 clients that we were auditing left…I went to her and asked if she was ok, she then took off with some very choice words( that I winched) about the clients, I listened to her frustrations with some very ill prepared and rude clients. I validated her frustration and went on my merry way.  Later after lunch she came over while I was with another co-worker and apologized for her language and stated she knew that I was not the type of person that spoke like that but was grateful I had not judged her in her moment of weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3. The Co-director came to me and made me an offer of temporary Supervisor in another office. She stated that I came highly recommended and was one of the first, people had requested.  I was really excited for the opportunity but there were several things I had to take into consideration: Time traveling, being gone from home for longer periods of time and a very negative environment. So I told her to give  me at least an hr, as I had to finish the workshop and I had to consult with some very important people in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went outside and called Keary, he was so excited for me and felt that it would be an awesome opportunity. And then I prayed; a silent heartfelt prayer.  The answer was so clear in my mind.  I love it when that happens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I e-mailed her the following “ I have received an OK from the two men in my life. The answer is Yes”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t hear from her at all and before I left to go home I went by her office and asked her “weren’t you curious who the two men in my life are” She responded “Your husband and God”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It touched my heart that she knew that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So relationships are important you never know how we influence others, a kind word, a listening ear, and continually remembering we are Heavenly Father’s children always being an example.&lt;br /&gt;I look back on this week and the above are just some of the examples that jumped at me. Friday I had quite a few people compliment me on the Workshop especially one women who stated “You are an uplifting person and we know that you care, it comes from your heart”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have truly been blessed by my Heavenly Father!  So next week I start another journey in another office and I pray that whatever Heavenly Father is sending me to do, that he gives me the strength to always remember who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(More thoughts on my other blog &lt;a href="http://luzdelsol.typepad.com/"&gt;http://luzdelsol.typepad.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540789202981835810-3337150019592077990?l=luzdelsoldos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luzdelsoldos.blogspot.com/feeds/3337150019592077990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540789202981835810&amp;postID=3337150019592077990' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540789202981835810/posts/default/3337150019592077990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540789202981835810/posts/default/3337150019592077990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luzdelsoldos.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-journey.html' title='A New Journey'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17299024411727000156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zyk3W1gZi1I/SM8rPWIRgVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JmA44a0tgUc/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540789202981835810.post-3990709192585276369</id><published>2009-01-17T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T21:57:33.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La Familia Piñon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zyk3W1gZi1I/SXI-WuqWt7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/UgElVb6ntBA/s1600-h/Thanksgiving2008+677.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292361072317478834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zyk3W1gZi1I/SXI-WuqWt7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/UgElVb6ntBA/s400/Thanksgiving2008+677.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left to right in order of birth: Diana Lee (Nield), Jose Maria (Joe), Linda Amily (Wyatt), Joel Daniel (Danny), Judith Ann(Judy Haines), Lauro Romeo (Larry), Dad(Inez), Mom (Viriginia Manuel De Rueda)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is My Mom and Dad and Brothers and Sisters, the people who raised me, loved with, hurt with, knew me at my worst, and still love me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time with my family. They are really neat people. Danny and Karen were gracious hosts and allowed us to invade their home. It has been almost 10yrs since we were together and it felt just like yesterday. Time does fly!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My observations about my Family:&lt;br /&gt;1. We are Noisey and Loud!&lt;br /&gt;2. We are very Supportive of each other as family members&lt;br /&gt;3. We love each other regardless of what we think of each other's lifestyles&lt;br /&gt;4. Linda is our cornerstone...she keeps us all even keel&lt;br /&gt;5. Danny keeps us on our toes&lt;br /&gt;6. Larry is a great example of sacrificing for his children and lives by the philosphy:&lt;br /&gt;"It is what it is"&lt;br /&gt;7. Judy is optimisic and adventureous&lt;br /&gt;8. Joe is steady and content&lt;br /&gt;9. Mom is a woman beyond her era&lt;br /&gt;10. Dad is a pioneer for his family and culture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And myself.... BLESSED BEYOND MEASURE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540789202981835810-3990709192585276369?l=luzdelsoldos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luzdelsoldos.blogspot.com/feeds/3990709192585276369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540789202981835810&amp;postID=3990709192585276369' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540789202981835810/posts/default/3990709192585276369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540789202981835810/posts/default/3990709192585276369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luzdelsoldos.blogspot.com/2009/01/la-familia-pion.html' title='La Familia Piñon'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17299024411727000156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zyk3W1gZi1I/SM8rPWIRgVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JmA44a0tgUc/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zyk3W1gZi1I/SXI-WuqWt7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/UgElVb6ntBA/s72-c/Thanksgiving2008+677.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540789202981835810.post-2754109324234419309</id><published>2008-12-30T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T22:15:52.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZAC!</title><content type='html'>Today is Zac's 13th birthday!!! Our oldest grandchild! Yea Zac!!! We love and miss you lots! Hope you had a great birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540789202981835810-2754109324234419309?l=luzdelsoldos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luzdelsoldos.blogspot.com/feeds/2754109324234419309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540789202981835810&amp;postID=2754109324234419309' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540789202981835810/posts/default/2754109324234419309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540789202981835810/posts/default/2754109324234419309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luzdelsoldos.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-zac.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZAC!'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17299024411727000156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zyk3W1gZi1I/SM8rPWIRgVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JmA44a0tgUc/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540789202981835810.post-1409304876098427279</id><published>2008-12-29T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T20:23:12.134-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><title type='text'>Questions from Cathy Part #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;What is my heritage? Where are my ancestors from? When did they come to this country and why?  Where did they settle and what did they do there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Boy these are long answers…… This is what I know…from &lt;strong&gt;Grandma Piñon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My Heritage is mainly Hispanic… Mexican American…4th generation Texan! Grandpa Piñon’s family is from Mexico a place called El Jarrel de los Barrios, it is in Torreón, Coahuila de Zaragoza, Mexico.  All I know is that my grandfather Teodoro and his family came across the Mexican border the early 1900’s . One of our aunts said that they had a horse ranch in Mexico and it was taken by Poncho Via, so was told that they were jockeys.  My grandfather Teodoro worked with the railroad most of his life.  I remember him as been a sweet grandpa with a raspy voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On my mother’s side there is a long history&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;My mom has a varied background her Grandfather was James L Daugherty who came from New England to Texas during the Sam Houston era to marry a Mexican lady Adela Lopez and he inherited a large piece of land by marrying great-grandma.  His back ground is Irish. Grandma Ciria who is the only daughter from this marriage, married Jose Maria Rueda whose heritage is Spanish. I don’t know much about my grandpa. &lt;br /&gt;Great-grandpa James L. Daugherty was a rancher and some type of a magistrate in South Texas. Grandpa Rueda also was a farmer in Hidalgo County , El Granjeno, don’t know how he got here or where he came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.     Tell me about your Mom and Dad (the kids great-grandparents) where did they grow up? When did they get married? How did they earn their living? What’s something you’d like me to know about your mom? About your Dad? What are some of the most important things you learned from your parents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Mom and Dad both grew up in Hidalgo County… I know my Dad went to school in Mission, Tx and played football in Jr and High School with Tom Landry who became the first Dallas Cowboy coach, Dad was Tom’s favorite receiver. After High School he went to the Job Corp and learned how to be a mechanic.  He then joined the Army Air Corp during World War II and served in Guam.  After the army he came home and married Mom in 1947 (I think) and as far as I know he has worked as a Civil Servant as an Aircraft mechanic.  He was one of the first Hispanics to do that.&lt;br /&gt;I have always admired my Dad because he always strived to better himself.  He taught me at a young age that being Hispanic was not my problem it was the people that saw me that way.  He encouraged me to always strive to be better and get an education and move forward from where I was born.  I also appreciate his overcoming many obstacles he encountered as he tried to be a better person.  He made many mistakes but he also learned to move forward.  I always knew that my Dad believed in me and expected me to always grow as a person.  I can see that now at my age, I am sorry I didn’t see that when I was growing up.  I think what I learned from my dad was that we all have choices to make in life and we need to let people live their own lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom dropped out of High School when she was pretty young because her father died and she had to work to take care of Grandma Ciria and herself.  She says she was 16 but I really haven’t asked her. I know that my mom worked doing many things as we grew up; she was a maid, a sales lady &amp;amp; teacher assistant. Mom always strived to find peace in her life and validate who she is.  She taught me to seek spiritual guidance and find a religion that would make me happy.  She told me a story about when I was a couple of months old I used to have seizures and when she took me to the Dr, they could not find anything wrong with me.  She remembers taking me to the emergency room when I had a very severe seizure and it scared her very badly.  She told me that the Dr’s told her to take me home because there was nothing wrong with me.  She then went to the Hospital Chapel and prayed to Heavenly Father to take away my seizures and she would make sure that I served Him for the rest of my life.  I never had a seizure after that.  She taught me to seek spirituality  For that I thank her, otherwise I don’t think that I would have accepted the gospel as readily as I did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540789202981835810-1409304876098427279?l=luzdelsoldos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luzdelsoldos.blogspot.com/feeds/1409304876098427279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540789202981835810&amp;postID=1409304876098427279' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540789202981835810/posts/default/1409304876098427279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540789202981835810/posts/default/1409304876098427279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luzdelsoldos.blogspot.com/2008/12/questions-from-cathy-part-3.html' title='Questions from Cathy Part #3'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17299024411727000156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zyk3W1gZi1I/SM8rPWIRgVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JmA44a0tgUc/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540789202981835810.post-1507317446427635916</id><published>2008-12-28T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T16:15:48.786-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><title type='text'>Questions from Cathy Part #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1. Books(or other things you read ie: Blogs, Websites, etc) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am reading the Twilight Series (again)written by Stephanie Meyers Love it, I love to read stories where goodness wins-regardless of what form they may take. It kind of re-enforces Heavenly Father’s Plan; accepting everyone for who they are. I also love mysteries-my mind goes so fast that I am always anticipating “who did it”. I like to read about people’s thoughts and emotions and figure out what actions they take in different situations and what their results and consequences are. Sometimes I am shocked to see those results but they only helps me get an insight into what the writer perceives as reality.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Blogs:&lt;/strong&gt; Love to read my families blogs, I enjoy what is happening in each family and some of the small things in life that make them the people they are but sometimes they also make me sad that I am not there being part of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Websites:&lt;/strong&gt; All about careers: quintcareers.com, jobstar.com, reslady.com, abkldesigns.com (it has fun holiday clipart), people.com plus I do all the TV channels that way I keep up with my favorite shows and catch up on the episodes…. I have more favorites: about.com, simple recipies.com, deseret.com, lds.org, …etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Music:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oldies are my favorite-that would be music from the late 50’s and 60’s…Elvis, Beatles, Motown,…One of my favorites …”.These eyes…theses eyes that seen a lot of love but they‘ve never see another one like I had with you” by The Guess Who takes me back to college yrs. I found a link: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f25Fs-93HFY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f25Fs-93HFY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Vacation Spot&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;The Beach!!! Topsail North Carolina! ….North Carolina had the best beaches…love the South Beaches…warm water, white sand, hot sun...ocean waves breaking and slamming on the beaches and I remember the moon and how it reflects off the water at night time. Wow! Nothing like that! South Padre Island is also a favorite except that reminds me of sunburns and jelly fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Ways to spend time with friends:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friends I have now are not the same as when I was younger but right now I don’t have many friends, There are friends from work and we eat out a lot and once in awhile go to a movie or go shopping. My favorite friends are my kids and grandkids….we have much fun bowling, playing out at the park, swimming…lots of fun things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Way to Goof off:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I goof off a lot when I get home after work…I watch TV and go to movies, read, dance to music until it gets to loud for Keary. (Now, I just listen to it in my car)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Way to stay fit:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that brings lots of guilt! When I do work on getting fit I watch what I eat and go to Curves and exercise. Right now the weather is gloomy so I don’t do much. When the weather is nice I go for walks with Keary and Duke. I play with Duke next door at the soccer field and throw the ball and run with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Movies or TV show:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am obsessed with Twilight…I have seen it 5 times and I plan to see it again and again until the video comes out! Other favorites are the Harry Potter movies, The Bourne movies, and my favorite shows on TV are: NCIS, The Terminator, the Sarah Conner story, CHUCK (love that show), The Mentalist and when it is in season Dancing With The Stars!&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea... I never miss Smallville!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Foods!&lt;/strong&gt; Lobster, steak, Mexican, sushi, Pho, shrimp, garden fresh tomatoes, zucchini, yellow squash and much more..salads, I loved bananas but they hurt my stomach now and I miss them, I do like papaya but they aren’t as good out here in the Northwest as they are in the South.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Things to collect:&lt;/strong&gt; Turtles and custom jewelry, clothes, shoes …LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Political, religious or social causes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a republican and am very conservative in my views and people at times think it is because I am a Mormon but it is not. When I was younger and worked for the State of Texas and part of the Food Stamp program under Jimmy Carter ( told you it was a long time age) I was very democratized and liberal in my view points and thought that the government “owed” the people things…but after working with Food stamps that year I found that type of thing creates dependency and does not allow people to reach their potential in many areas not only financial. The more the government gets involved with our lives the more we lose our free agency. I don’t have any organizations I actually belong to (other than committees where I work) that I am actively involved in. Social causes… I deal with those daily Mon thru Friday at work! L and of course I am member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints and I try to be a good example everywhere I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Best part of being my age now….&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing my children succeed and have families…not having to struggle with myself to determine who I am…I am a child of God and at times I tend to forget that…but mostly I don’t. Heavenly Father loves me and I am so grateful to have the gospel in my live that gives me a direction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worldly answer would be “I dress the way I want!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540789202981835810-1507317446427635916?l=luzdelsoldos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luzdelsoldos.blogspot.com/feeds/1507317446427635916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540789202981835810&amp;postID=1507317446427635916' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540789202981835810/posts/default/1507317446427635916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540789202981835810/posts/default/1507317446427635916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luzdelsoldos.blogspot.com/2008/12/questions-from-cathy-part-2.html' title='Questions from Cathy Part #2'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17299024411727000156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zyk3W1gZi1I/SM8rPWIRgVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JmA44a0tgUc/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3540789202981835810.post-8330288151219326801</id><published>2008-12-27T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T20:29:14.887-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><title type='text'>Questions from Cathy Part # 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tell Me About you&lt;br /&gt;1.      Your full Name:&lt;/strong&gt;   Diana Lee Piñon Nield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.  Were you named after anyone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Not that I know of…however I did have a funny story that is attached to my name:  When I was in College (Laredo Jr. College) and was taking Speech we were assigned a speech telling what our name meant…So in doing my research the name DIANA is best known to belong to the Greek goddess “Diana the Goddess of Love”…my middle name I attributed to being from the South and being part of the Confederate Army and the hero from that army was Robert E Lee.  And of course my last name at the time was Piñon which is also the name of popular pine nit in the Southwest…so I determined my name meant “Diana the Nuttiest Goddess in the South”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.  Do you have any nicknames? How did you get them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; Prieta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (in Spanish it means dark: it was because I was the darkest skin cousin in my mother’s side of the family)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;Gorda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (in Spanish it means Fatty…just cause it was affectionate or cos I had fat cheeks, don’t know which one)&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Mijita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (in Spanish it means “little daughter” equal to my “ little sweetheart” in English…to this day my father still calls me that)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;   Watushi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (in my freshman yr in High School my friends called that because of the song that was out “Do the Watushi” I used to trip over when I walked with other people and I was always flying to catch myself so I looked like I was dancing!) LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.   I call you_____________. Where does that come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Does this mean like Grandma Diana Because I don’t want to be called Abuelita?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.  Who are you beside a grandparent? Gardener, businessperson, traveler, committee member, hiker, etc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  I am an Employment Specialist with the State of WA&lt;br /&gt;  I am a facilitator and motivator for Return to work WorkshopsI am Vice-President of the       Southwest Region International Association of Workforce Professionals IAWP&lt;br /&gt;  I am head of the committee for Emergency Unemployment Compensation Workshops&lt;br /&gt;  I am a member of Leadership Enrichment Group&lt;br /&gt;  I enjoy gardening in my pots…I love colorful Flowers and yellow Zinnias are my favorite and red petunias&lt;br /&gt;  I enjoy racing cars when I have the opportunity&lt;br /&gt;  I love to read&lt;br /&gt;  I am a TV junkie and love Sci-fi movies and Action movies&lt;br /&gt;  MY FAVORITE THING TO DO IS BE A GRANDMA AND MOM!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3540789202981835810-8330288151219326801?l=luzdelsoldos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luzdelsoldos.blogspot.com/feeds/8330288151219326801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3540789202981835810&amp;postID=8330288151219326801' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540789202981835810/posts/default/8330288151219326801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3540789202981835810/posts/default/8330288151219326801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luzdelsoldos.blogspot.com/2008/12/questions-from-cathy-part-1.html' title='Questions from Cathy Part # 1'/><author><name>Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17299024411727000156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zyk3W1gZi1I/SM8rPWIRgVI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/JmA44a0tgUc/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
