
So….to take my mind temporarily off my current health situation, and to help pass the time ( 3 day weekends drag when you are feeble), I watched the following yesterday :
Nomadic. Storyteller. Soul searcher. Experience hungry. Music carnivore. Dreamer of better things. They call me H.C.

So….to take my mind temporarily off my current health situation, and to help pass the time ( 3 day weekends drag when you are feeble), I watched the following yesterday :

So now, instead of my awesome holiday weekend adventure I had planned, I get to lay in bed all weekend, drink all the vitamin water I want ( thanks Costco and ‘rents) listen to music, watch bad TV, catch up on movies I want to see, and try not to freak out. But at least I have this little bit of advice from Trudi, which always makes me smile…..
I started the day out with some traditional Cambodian dance rituals that these people perform to thank their God for the bounty given to them….
After this, I made it to the south stage to catch the Jewish Gypsy perform. I didn’t even know there were Jewish Gypsies.
After this ended, an Inter-tribal native american pow wow was just getting under way. It first started by having one of the tribal leaders perform a sacred ceremony blessing the ground ( very spiritual), then the performance got under way..
and finally, I saw a Japanese Tyko drum circle. Unfortunately, my memory card was full about 30 seconds into this, but you get a good feel of the intensity of this just from the short clip I did get.
The Living Traditions Festival is an annual event in downtown SLC, and I hope to make it my own tradition in the years to come.

Have you ever looked at a picture and wondered what thoughts were running through the mind of the person in the photo?

I just found out about the Living Traditions Festival last week. A celebration of Salt Lake’s folk and ethnic arts.
Who knew? not I. This was their 25th anniversary of the festival, and I went to check out the music of the Sierra Leone’s Refugee All Stars ( you should check them out).
This festival, and seeing this band that has overcome so much in their home country, and knowing that in a few weeks I will be going on my own humanitarian effort in Kenya, was just what I needed to get me mentally ready.
The whole festival was an amazingly great time. I have already made plans to check out at least two other acts tomorrow. The weather may play a factor, but we’ll see.

But that plan didn’t work. The snake just looked at me with it’s evil little eyes. I could feel an immense panic attack happening, so before I became paralyzed with fear and ended up this serpent’s dinner, I used what adrenaline I had left, and ran and jumped over Mr. Snake.

The trees were taller, but the building was still rundown, quaint, quiet, and I’m sure if I went inside, it probably smelled the same. It was also only a few blocks from the rumored Gilgal Gardens. Rumors were that this place was built as an anti-Mormon shrine, hidden from SLC main streets. But, if you knew where it was located, ( and could jump a fence after midnight) the park was yours to explore…..
Present day. It is surprising how few people still know little to nothing about Gilgal. I went back to rediscover the area, and to learn more about it.
Gilgal is an historic sculpture garden created by Thomas B. Child Jr ( 1888 – 1963). It was his desire to give physical form to his deep – felt beliefs. He was an LDS bishop for over 19 years, and this garden was not built as anti-religion. Quite the contrary…..
The morning routine is just that. I arrive to work late….
I have no coffee, so the morning is a dull aching fog I swim thru
Until my time comes. Doctor to see. First time since 1983?
In a cramped, tiny room with a stranger, trying to make polite conversation.
I try, but she saw right through me, and I her.
Doctor, please help me, are the words that escape my lips. The pain!
How are you, he asks? He doesn’t wait for my reply, but looks at my paperwork.
I usually wait until forty to do this exam, but since you are here…
I hear a glove snap, tells me he’ll call me
And the door closes.
Back to work. It seems like all the clowns wore their ass hats today.
Why wasn’t I notified?
Sometimes I feel like a termite, choking on a splinter.
How you left your home country, by your self, at the tender age of 18 to come to North America to follow your heart. How brave you are to keep your head and spirit strong dealing with health problems as they arise ( and beating them). How I look up to you and the way you have made such a positive impact in the world after Trudi’s death. How you are a wonderful Grandma. How you have always supported me.
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| Skirt made by Mum’s uber talented daughter in law, Janae. |

Crazy legs was so excited that her hair was electric! It took a little longer for Cbug to get into it……
Darin was stretched and ready to run the entire 5K, and we all cheered as the race began.

Crazy legs stayed with me this year, and we completed the 5k together. This Uncle was quite proud of her.
Cinco de Mayo. Celebrations abound, but how many of you really know the history behind it? Thanks to VIVA DE CINCO DE MAYO in San Marcos, TX, I have the whole history for you :
The 5th of May is not Mexican Independence Day, but it should be! And Cinco de Mayo is not an American holiday, but it should be. Mexico declared its independence from mother Spain on midnight, the 15th of September, 1810. And it took 11 years before the first Spanish soldiers were told and forced to leave Mexico.
So, why Cinco de Mayo? And why should Americans savor this day as well? Because 4,000 Mexican soldiers smashed the French and traitor Mexican army of 8,000 at Puebla, Mexico, 100 miles east of Mexico City on the morning of May 5, 1862.
The French had landed in Mexico (along with Spanish and English troops) five months earlier on the pretext of collecting Mexican debts from the newly elected government of democratic President (and Indian) Benito Juarez. The English and Spanish quickly made deals and left. The French, however, had different ideas.
Under Emperor Napoleon III, who detested the United States, the French came to stay. They brought a Hapsburg prince with them to rule the new Mexican empire. His name was Maximilian; his wife, Carolota. Napoleon’s French Army had not been defeated in 50 years, and it invaded Mexico with the finest modern equipment and with a newly reconstituted Foreign Legion. The French were not afraid of anyone, especially since the United States was embroiled in its own Civil War.
The French Army left the port of Vera Cruz to attack Mexico City to the west, as the French assumed that the Mexicans would give up should their capital fall to the enemy — as European countries traditionally did.
Under the command of Texas-born General Zaragosa, (and the cavalry under the command of Colonel Porfirio Diaz, later to be Mexico’s president and dictator), the Mexicans awaited. Brightly dressed French Dragoons led the enemy columns. The Mexican Army was less stylish.
General Zaragosa ordered Colonel Diaz to take his cavalry, the best in the world, out to the French flanks. In response, the French did a most stupid thing; they sent their cavalry off to chase Diaz and his men, who proceeded to butcher them. The remaining French infantrymen charged the Mexican defenders through sloppy mud from a thunderstorm and through hundreds of head of stampeding cattle stirred up by Indians armed only with machetes.
When the battle was over, many French were killed or wounded and their cavalry was being chased by Diaz’ superb horsemen miles away. The Mexicans had won a great victory that kept Napoleon III from supplying the confederate rebels for another year, allowing the United States to build the greatest army the world had ever seen. This grand army smashed the Confederates at Gettysburg just 14 months after the battle of Puebla, essentially ending the Civil War.
Union forces were then rushed to the Texas/Mexican border under General Phil Sheridan, who made sure that the Mexicans got all the weapons and ammunition they needed to expel the French. American soldiers were discharged with their uniforms and rifles if they promised to join the Mexican Army to fight the French. The American Legion of Honor marched in the Victory Parade in Mexico, City.
It might be a historical stretch to credit the survival of the United States to those brave 4,000 Mexicans who faced an army twice as large in 1862. But who knows?
In gratitude, thousands of Mexicans crossed the border after Pearl Harbor to join the U.S. Armed Forces. As recently as the Persian Gulf War, Mexicans flooded American consulates with phone calls, trying to join up and fight another war for America.
Mexicans, you see, never forget who their friends are, and neither do Americans. That’s why Cinco de Mayo is such a party — A party that celebrates freedom and liberty. There are two ideals which Mexicans and Americans have fought shoulder to shoulder to protect, ever since the 5th of May, 1862.

While my brother was mowing the lawn last week, CBug wanted dad to get pictures of him jumping off the rocks.