The House that Love Built

How important are your dreams? My dreams have always been "to run a successful home business". I have always wanted that business to be art related. Animation, Graphic Design or Website Design It didn't really matter just as long as I was in the drivers seat. I have always seen the women in my family fight and plow their obstacles down in order to accomplish their dreams. But I have to ask myself, will I plow down the man that I love in order to accomplish that dream, When do my desires to see my dream realised, become too selfish and destructive to my marriage, And how do I stop fighting for what I want, and when is good time to stop. Brent and I have fought about this till we eventually had to find a common ground. It was on some level tearing us apart. Once we figured out what our Common ground was we built our house of Love on that. The walls of this new house are built with my dreams, and his. It involved Brent shedding some of his practical approach to success, and It involved me becoming more practical and developing a work ethic that I didn't possess before. No longer do I refer to my business as " MY BUSINESS" but "OUR BUSINESS"..Not "HIS DREAM" but "OUR DREAM" This one page goal, the joint Dream account that we developed in our conversations and our planning allowed me to realise my dream of doing Animations from home. I support our little family as well as I would have with a steady 9 -5 job. Brent's Dream of building this house and his studio is also a reality, that we both are comfortable in. His dream is now mine and my dream is now ours. Its a great feeling, Support and mutual Respect for our desires. We step together.No One ahead or behind. Its something that also took lots of stretching for both of us. So too end this blog, here is our home and my Animations that can be found on www.Gracelink.net Kindergarten Animations. Peace

Summertime

FIRE FIRE - Performed by Brent and Becky Law, Written by Chin Ingeti

"GEORGIA"

Stretching

As a kid, sometimes I was a pest or a royal pain in the a** harassing my sisters and once in a while they would just get up and sit on me. Or sometimes they had this thing called “Chinese torture” and would pin me on my back (or front) and then rap methodically on my chest or back with 1 or 2 knuckles… Not meant to hurt (too much) but to let me know to get lost or that they’d had enough.. but sometimes they would sit on me too long, or rap on my chest too hard or someone would get a knee in the eye or an elbow in the rib and I would end up being the one crying, and my parents would say. “oh stop it, you were asking for it” or “suck it up” and now I know that nobody was intentionally hurting anybody, but sometimes I felt like nobody was standing up for me.

Fast forward 20 something years and often I thought people who seemed to get hurt over words and other superficial things were weak, unbalanced, or whatever… weird, lame. And I’ve been the one dishing it out. Telling people, maybe not so bluntly or even consciously but in some form or another to “suck it up”, “get over it”, or “ you were asking for it, can’t you take what you got comin’?”

Then I met Becky, my wife, whom I love with every part of my being. She means the world to me and I would never intentionally hurt her, and yet I am continuously stumbling over ways in my words, my actions or lack of, that hurt her. She is the most sensitive person I know. And often I have to search very deeply within my own feelings to understand how “such and such” could hurt, why it could not be brushed off, discarded and forgotten or understood in a non-personal context… or whatever.

Thank God for mercy, Becky has begun to understand me and understand that my queries are merely honest questions and not personal attacks, or understand my comments in the context that I mean for them without taking them so personally. And I am slowly (very slowly) becoming more conscious of the deeper meaning of my words, or actions that go beyond their intent to what could actually be inferred. But I am not looking for miracles, this is a life-long search for understanding each other.

The Middle Banana

If you were about to eat a banana and there was a bunch of them sitting on a table looking at you, which one would you choose? This is a question I had the pleasure of thinking about (while laughing) during my trip to Trinidad.
My brother-in-law is awesome, he had everybody cracking up over this situation, I unfortunately was not there when it occurred but I will tell you hearing the story again was so funny.
It seems that a bunch a bananas is more than it seems, The middle banana Is the most juiciest and unspoiled of the bunch. Call it the Jesus Banana if you please, what ever , it is the Best banana. It seemed that a Bunch of Bananas was brought and laid aside for Cindy, I mean it was a nice bunch!
Suddenly out of no where a very hungry John Bowman decided that the banana’s were too delicious to just look at , he had to savor the yellowy goodness..
NOW here is where the story begins to get a little “twisted out of bunch”, Instead of taking the juicy banana on the end, John proceeds to take the middle banana! ( your eyes are beginning to water) . Its untouched by hands, Its safely nested in-between the other banana. It is like a little sister being watched over by his older brothers, so that nothing happens to it. It has no dinks no presses no black marks from hand battles. YES, that banana was very specifically chosen by John,which in all good fair- ness, PISSED my brother in law off. I mean I would be pissed off too!! Why would he take that banana? Can some body explain that to me. (I am tearing up right now) it is too funny. You see when you are a good judge of banana you don’t settle for the edge banana. However, If you are a good husband you don’t settle for someone stealing your wife's middle banana either!!!
The moral of this story is simply this. Hide your middle banana from John Bowman. And I am dead serious Chile! LOL

Killer Snow Bunnies

When its cold out.
Actually let me rephrase, When its Freezing out, For example –25 to –47, some of the locals in the Yukon gather together to play a game called KILLER BUNNIES. Brent and I were introduced to this heart wrenching game by the Johnsons and Allens just yesterday. The point of the game is to murder and eliminate bunnies, whether it be your own or the innocent timid or fluffy bunnies of your team mates. Whether you play creatively , diabolically, kindly, dumbly, intelligently or otherwise your bunny's gonna die!! And your not likely to win this game unless you have the magic carrot, which could be any carrot that the game possesses. You could win with the happy carrot or the VODO Rastaman carrot. Its actually a very therapeutic game, After being pent up inside for days at a time , You realize how heartless you can be, or how kind and loving, (the latter never applies to anybody playing this game.) If you decide you want to participate in this "UNFORTUNATE EVENT" you will be dubbed a heartless bunny killer.

Needless to say I tremendously enjoyed this game.
I have grown to appreciate the new friends that I have here in the Yukon. And I really understand how and why my husband is as adorable as he is. Who Would have thought that I would learn all this by playing a game of Bunny Murdering.
The Yukon Rocks!