tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22835466726795070112024-03-08T04:11:52.104-05:00Warm Random VibesTurning up the harmony dial and staying connected to my loved ones.Tina Kuligowskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16321782923684225443noreply@blogger.comBlogger56125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2283546672679507011.post-58397510668523848772015-04-14T02:00:00.000-04:002015-04-14T02:24:20.046-04:00Stick a Fork. IN. ME!<div class="MsoNormal">
I am so done! Taxes,
EERs, Internship, and (what else, what else…) OH, Naomi’s Fitness Challenge,
DONE! (And 15 pounds lighter). I am so
ready for the <i>Spring Travel Season</i> <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;">J</span> Lyndsey is going on a field trip this week,
to The Yellow Mountain in An Hui Province, for a little bonding with her fellow
classmates. She is not thrilled… But
just LOOK at this place!<br />
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I, on the other hand, could not be more excited to go
camping at the end of the month, with my newfound Consular friends, to the Dong
Tai Mountain in the XiaoWuTaiShan range (just south of the 2022 Winter Olympic
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My Mother flies in for a visit on May 11<sup>th</sup>… We’ll give her about 10 days to catch up with
the time zone, and see the local sites, before we whisk her off to Thailand for
some valuable beach time, and then on to Hong Kong, to see two of the most
awesome cities in Asia! <o:p></o:p></div>
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I’m finally going to do the Flight of the Gibbon Zipline
adventure when we’re in Thailand, and there will be a trip to Macau while we’re
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Macau is known for all the gambling casinos, but Macau is also
a mesmerizing place to just walk around as it is packed with churches, temples,
and fortresses… there are also hundreds of narrow alleyways forming a maze in
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But, if casinos are your thing, The City of Dreams is a
giant casino with high end fashion shops, a free video 'bubble' show, three
hotels and the world's most expensive theatre show. The 'House of Dancing
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Hopefully, there will
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Tina Kuligowskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16321782923684225443noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2283546672679507011.post-69798140960976501572015-02-21T00:18:00.000-05:002015-02-21T00:57:04.190-05:00Woman of Leisure<div class="MsoNormal">
I was going to title it, “Queen of Leisure Sports”, but
listening to audiobooks, and staring off into space don’t really qualify as
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I’ve been laying off the boob tube lately, as part of some
drunken New Year’s dedication to forming new habits (I don’t recall if I
specified “better” habits? …or, just new ones).
So, as I’m staring off into space, wondering if the new season of Nurse
Jackie has started yet, I grab my phone and ask Siri how she might be of
service to my bored self. Together, we
decide that a game of gin rummy might be a good place to start. She’s good, y’know… Siri, at gin rummy; really
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Audiobooks, on the other hand, seem like a much better alternative
habit; I mean, it’s almost like reading a book, but someone else is reading to
you!! Oh, how I LOVE it when someone
else reads to me… it IS a far superior form of entertainment than ol’ nurse
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I just listened to a Michael
Connelly book about this LAPD detective named Bosch, read by the <i>SUPER Sexy</i>
Titus Welliver… and guess what?! Titus
Welliver is now the lead character in a new Amazon Original Series called Bosch…
and I can’t watch it!!! Oh, but you know
that I will… I’m not going to completely let go of my old friend, the idiot
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Tina Kuligowskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16321782923684225443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2283546672679507011.post-61361826671369403722015-01-09T02:56:00.000-05:002015-01-09T04:23:51.894-05:00Project Meditation<div class="MsoNormal">
I’m ringing in the New Year’s without declaring any
resolutions this year, but I am determined to establish some better habits,
specifically relating to my mental health.
Not that I’m feeling all that crazy, I’m just starting to realize that
it might be the most important thing to emphasis for overall health… probably
because I had such an amazing vacation over the holiday break, doing nothing
but hanging out with people who make me feel good. I mean, just look at this picture of me with
my friend, Mary Young… <o:p></o:p></div>
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I have always considered meditation to be a trendy concept, like hot yoga without all the sweat... I have
tried meditation, repeatedly, with little success... it just puts me to sleep. But, I came across a website called <a href="http://www.project-meditation.org/">Project Meditation</a>, which
provides a source of meditation <i>entertainment</i>… now <b><u>that</u></b> is something I can get
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mindless distractions like watching TV, Facebook, or <i>anything </i>useless and
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So, I’ve started meditating every morning with my “meditation
entertainment” and I think it’s having a huge impact on the rest of my
day. Also, alcohol, Facebook and TV time
have been replaced with the Xbox; just Rocksmith so far, but I’m sure Just
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I know that Life is not one long vacation, but the look and feel of being on vacation... that’s the look I’m going for, built upon a solid foundation of seriously not having a care in the world.</div>
Tina Kuligowskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16321782923684225443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2283546672679507011.post-41178104631832975932014-10-15T21:08:00.000-04:002014-10-16T00:43:33.007-04:00Imagination is Way More Important than Knowledge<div class="MsoNormal">
Peter Higgs is a theoretical physicist who imagined, back in
the 60s, the existence of a sub-atomic particle at the center of our existence (aka, the God Particle). Over 50 years later, experimental physicists confirmed
the existence of that particle.<br />
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Even the
most powerful microscopes cannot show this sub-atomic matter. The only way to confirm the existence of
sub-atomic particles is by colliding electrons and capturing the aftermath of
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Tina Kuligowskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16321782923684225443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2283546672679507011.post-24428129613117196082014-10-13T21:49:00.001-04:002014-10-16T04:12:40.023-04:00Shiva's Dance (My Next Tattoo)<div class="MsoNormal">
Mary and I watched a documentary called <a href="http://particlefever.com/">Particle Fever</a>,
about the search for the Higgs-Boson particle, also known as the God
particle. It takes place in the Large
Hadron Collider at CERN in Geneva, Switzerland. <br />
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Outside
that facility is a 2m tall statue of the Indian deity Shiva Nataraja, the Lord
of Dance. The statue, symbolizing Shiva's
cosmic dance of creation and destruction, was given to CERN by the Indian
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The parallel between Shiva's dance and the dance of
subatomic particles was first discussed by Fritjof Capra and became a central
metaphor in Capra's international bestseller (and one of my favorite books) <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Tao_of_Physics">The Tao of Physics</a>. <br />
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that "Modern physics has shown that the rhythm of creation and destruction
is not only manifest in the turn of the seasons and in the birth and death of
all living creatures, but is also the very essence of inorganic matter,"
and that "For the modern physicists, then, Shiva's dance is the dance of
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I’m commissioning <a href="http://tattootemple.hk/">Tattoo Temple</a>, in Hong Kong,
to do the tattoo for me. They have a
waiting list of about a year, but I will definitely leave China with a new
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Mary is such a geek when it comes to watching documentaries
like that, that she wants to become a physicist, and work at CERN after she
graduates. She will need to change her citizenship to something in the European Union, however, because they simply do not employ Americans.</div>
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Still... if Geneva is on my bid list
in January, it will be my first choice!<o:p></o:p></div>
Tina Kuligowskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16321782923684225443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2283546672679507011.post-50445064686896552882014-08-28T04:36:00.004-04:002014-10-16T04:28:57.462-04:00Tiny Retirement Dream<div class="MsoNormal">
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early from the Foreign Service, hitching a tiny house to a truck, and just
travelling the US. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I could make
the rounds; see Todd, Steph, Eli and Noah every fall for the Jackson Hole ski season, dip
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and now you're going to break your momma's heart! I’m kind of freaking out about that, and I
suspect I’ll need to adjust my social calendar for all the time I’ll be
spending in the corner of my bedroom, curled up in the fetal position, and
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the way that only a parent can… and I’ll miss the way we make each other
laugh until we cry. I won’t miss
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I'm hanging out with my friend, Mary, for the next month, in VA, while I finish work with Presidio. <br />
Fourth of July in the Big Apple, and then State Department - reporting for duty - July 15th.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The two years we spent in Thailand were the best years of my
life, and to be able to go back and relive some of those memories through the
words, pictures and videos of this blog, is priceless.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>One of my favorites is the Ban Kruit Family
Vacation video... I remember it like it was yesterday.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I would give anything to have that life
back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I just watched one of the earlier
videos, where Mary is teaching a drawing class; Mike took that short video,
asking her questions and capturing the magic of make believe... just to hear
his voice triggers a calming reaction that was commonplace for a pretty
significant period of time in my life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">My life is so different now; the family dynamic has been
totally reconstructed from the Brady Bunch merge, to housing the “village” to
raise the child.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I took in my
ex-brother-in-law in a mutually beneficial arrangement, about a year and a half
ago, and he has come to play a very important role in Mary’s life, as her
dominating father figure.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
ex-mother-in-law followed, shortly thereafter.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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straight-A student. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She’s also one of
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I started a new job last summer, working for an IT services
company, managing a team of Cisco VoIP engineers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have never worked so hard in all my
life!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I love it, and I hate it… I miss
the laid back atmosphere of a cushy government job, and every day I find myself
fantasizing about living in some docile communist country, half way around the
world, with no one depending on me at work.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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my sense of worth?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Would that really
matter if I had a life?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Definitely NOT!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Who knows what the future holds, and who
really cares if I’m just living in the moment, right?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I want nothing more than to lay on this couch, and not have a thing to do all day. I am diggin' the documentary genre right now (Thanks to Mr. Micah), and I watched "Freakonomics: A Rogue Economist Explores the Hidden Side of Everything", which absolutely blew my mind, and, simultaneously, entertained me. I told Micah to watch it, and pay special attention to the Cause and Effect section; then I would tell him the story about our decision to give birth to him, and how he changed my life.
Now, I'm watching Shakespeare High... looks promising.</span>Tina Kuligowskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16321782923684225443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2283546672679507011.post-71283566032254680202011-07-16T13:42:00.002-04:002011-10-07T18:16:33.915-04:00Teddy Bear RooseveltTheodore Roosevelt had filled pages of his diary by writing about the love of his life, his first wife, nearly as often as he thought about her. He noted the simplest expressions, the smallest acts of recognition, the quietest smiles, the loudest silences, and every action that resulted in a memory that they could replay again-and-again in the future that they had planned together. In his ever-present pocket diary on February 14, 1884, after she died from complications of childbirth, Theodore Roosevelt simply wrote an “X” above one striking sentence: “The light has gone out of my life.”<br />
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Theodore Roosevelt recovered and made history, but the pain that he felt probably never dissipated. It was also never again mentioned. Two days after the funeral, he wrote a short biography of Alice in his diary, ending “For joy or sorrow, my life has now been lived out.” Roosevelt’s biographer, Edmund Morris, wrote that “Like a lion obsessively trying to drag a spear from its flank, Roosevelt set about dislodging Alice Lee from his soul. Nostalgia, a weakness to which he was abnormally vulnerable, could be indulged if it was pleasant, but if painful it must be suppressed, “until the memory is too dead to throb.” Alice Hathaway Lee’s existence may have crossed his mind or remained in his heart, but her name never again passed through his lips. Their daughter — Alice’s namesake — entered adulthood without ever hearing her father speak of her mother. It was simply too painful for this, probably the bravest of Presidents. Following his Presidency, Roosevelt wrote his Autobiography, which was detailed and thorough, but he didn’t mention his first wife even once. Letters were destroyed, photographs were were burned, and Roosevelt’s only method of coping with her absence was pretending that she was never there in the first place. He once wrote of Alice that “I did not think I could win her, and I went nearly crazy at the mere thought of losing her.” Once he did lose her, he certainly lost a part of himself. <br />
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Immediately following Alice’s death, Theodore told a friend that he was “beyond healing and time will never change me in that respect”. Roosevelt remarried in 1886 and had five more children, but his silence about Alice’s impact on his life is just as striking as the words he wrote about her while she was alive. In August 1974, President Richard Nixon — one of Roosevelt’s successors and biggest admirers — resigned from the Presidency and in his final speech as President, to White House staff gathered in the East Room, quoted from one of only two references that Roosevelt made to Alice following her death: <br />
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“She was beautiful in face and form, and lovelier still in spirit; As a flower she grew, and as a fair young flower she died. Her life had been always in the sunshine; there had never come to her a single sorrow; and none ever knew her who did not love and revere her for the bright, sunny temper and her saintly unselfishness. Fair, pure, and joyous as a maiden; loving , tender, and happy. As a young wife; when she had just become a mother, when her life seemed to be just begun, and when the years seemed so bright before her—then, by a strange and terrible fate, death came to her. And when my heart’s dearest died, the light went from my life forever.”<br />
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Theodore Roosevelt went on to achieve his ambitions and realize great success, but his tribute to Alice bears witness to his pain and gives extra symbolism to the lion’s last words before his heart gave out in 1919: “Please put out the light.”Tina Kuligowskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16321782923684225443noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2283546672679507011.post-8421494520685499282011-07-05T11:18:00.006-04:002011-07-15T10:26:06.200-04:00Frolicking 4th of July<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-family: Calibri;">We headed up to NY on Friday to party with the Johnson's of Jamestown this weekend.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>THAT was my first mistake... I-70 was a parking lot and I was getting burned alive in the Geo.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was so close to pulling off the highway and checking into a hotel, but then the traffic opened up and we ended up in NY just as the sun was setting.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">They had a nice little campfire going, with beer and s’mores... I was so relieved.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We pretty much spent the weekend in our swimming suits, frolicking at Rick and Diane's pool next door.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yeah, that’s right… we were frolicking, which is exactly what I like to do… I consider any weekend we’re in full frolick, to be a success!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Sunday afternoon we finally got the party started and then headed home Sunday evening.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">The Johnson’s are a fine clan and always a joy to be around.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mike always said I come from good stock… </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Damn straight, Baby.</span></div></div>Tina Kuligowskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16321782923684225443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2283546672679507011.post-62355518073515349892011-07-05T11:00:00.002-04:002011-07-08T21:03:04.886-04:00Michael Nathan Kuligowski<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kBYRXONx2qc/Theok9A2NaI/AAAAAAAAB4I/YN0tLj4jNlg/s1600/MikeGrtFl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kBYRXONx2qc/Theok9A2NaI/AAAAAAAAB4I/YN0tLj4jNlg/s200/MikeGrtFl.jpg" width="175" /></a></div>Michael Nathan Kuligowski, 50, passed away Thursday, June 9th, at his home in Arlington, VA. He was born in Fort Meade, MD September 28th, 1960, to Stanley and Phyllis Kuligowski, currently residing in Derry, NH. He met and fell in love with his wife, Tina, whom he married in Las Vegas, NV on March 4th, 2008. As a devoted and loving husband, Mike expressed his deep appreciation and good fortune for finding and spending his remaining years with her. <br />
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Mike and his family have experienced tremendous tragedy in the past few years; he was predeceased by his son, Adam Kuligowski (21) on April 6th, 2009, and then his daughter, Kalia Kuligowski (26) on January 6th of this year. On August 24th, 2010, Mike was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. Mike turned misfortune and heartbreak into an opportunity to strengthen the bonds with his surviving sons, Stefan and Lukas Kuligowski of Derry, NH. He reminded them more often than not, that they mattered so much to him and that they were loved more than anyone in the world. <br />
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Including previously mentioned family members, Mike is survived by his two brothers; Jan Kuligowski from Florida, and Stanley (Stash) Kuligowski, of Manchester, NH, and his sister; Stephanie Kuligowski of Derry, NH. Additionally, he is survived by the mother of his four children; Tracie Kuligowski, as well as a large and tight-knit network of cousins throughout the New England area. <br />
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Mike joined the State Department in 1984, serving as an IT specialist at US Embassies around the world. His most recent assignment was at the US Embassy in Bangkok, Thailand, where he lived with his family, to include his stepchildren; Micah and Mary Middleton. He also served in Africa, South America, South Korea, and Saudi Arabia during the first Gulf War. He is also a veteran of the US Army, and served from 1978 -1982. <br />
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In 2008, he received The Thomas Morrison Information Management Award, which recognizes outstanding and unique contributions in the information management field. This is considered the pinnacle of achievements in his field, specifically within the Department of State. While well respected by his peers, Mike was better known by his colleagues and friends for his gifts in being able to impact their lives on a very deep and profound level. His compassion helped many when they needed it most; to guide them, humor them, restore them, help them turn a corner, pull them from the edge or just allow them to shut the world out and absorb his healing vibes. <br />
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He was a painter and a student of spirituality. He loved to hike, and spent many hours climbing the peaks of the White Mountains in New Hampshire with his cousin and best friend; Luke Johnson. <br />
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Many hearts are broken, many tears have fallen, and a heavy sadness weighs on our collective soul. We love you Michael Kuligowski… we miss you, and we will never forget youTina Kuligowskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16321782923684225443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2283546672679507011.post-40929251464747493882011-03-06T10:28:00.002-05:002011-03-06T10:34:00.025-05:00Classic Fakeout<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I took the girls to the movies yesterday afternoon; Mary and her next door neighbor friends, while I slipped over the get a massage. I knew they would be done before me so I put a 20 under my phone, and when they came by I told Mary to grab it and go shopping at Claire's for 30 minutes. When I finished, they weren’t back yet, so I went to Claire's... they were nowhere to be found. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Anyway, I think I found the "four-leaf clover" of blogs a few weeks ago, called Scary Mommy (www.scarymommy.com) It's well-written, hilarious, and most important, doesn't make me feel like a complete failure as a parent. I actually started reading it because of a new feature on the site that allows people to post anonymous confessions. Yeah, I posted some confessions and no, I'm not telling you!</span><br />
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<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Well, okay, maybe just one, or two... I eat Mary's gummy bear vitamins like candy (no big deal, I think a lot of people do that!) and, I've recently added Anthony Bourdain to my spank bank.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">There are over 7000 confessions now and I've probably read every one of them... I know, I know, a colossal waste of time, but I can't help it... I'm addicted! I can see a 12-step program in my future. After the first couple dozen confessions they pretty much repeat themselves, but I'm just blown away by how much women:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">1. Hate their husbands/ mother-in-laws/ sister-in-laws,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">2. Smoke weed, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">3. Want to have sex with other women,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">4. Wish they had a single friend, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">5. Can't wait to get away from their kids (stay-at-home moms),</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">6. Can't wait to get home to their kids (working moms),</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">7. Have secret credit cards,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">8. Secretly hire maids to clean their houses,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">9. Beat themselves up because they... spank their kids, can't keep a clean house, use vibrators, drink too much, think they're too fat, eat Oreo cookies for breakfast and cereal for dinner , etc, etc...</span><br />
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</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">...and it just goes on and on, like a pile up on the interstate that you can't look away from.</span></div>Tina Kuligowskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16321782923684225443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2283546672679507011.post-56086145430087871092011-02-19T12:18:00.010-05:002011-03-07T05:50:31.386-05:00Truly Random Post<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mike left for NH on Tuesday and I found myself unable to sleep every night this week except for last night... I think I was just so tired. It was a pretty deep sleep until about 330am, when Mary was prodding me to wake up because she had an ear ache. Dammit! I thought we were done with those! Anyway, gave her some meds and she was back to sleep in no time.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It's inevitable that I will have to return to BKK very soon to pack out... Soooo not looking forward to the flight. But, on the positive side... frequent flyer miles, $10 massages, Samea Beach, and all the other pleasantries Thailand has to offer :-)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Kuligowski Out!</span></div>Tina Kuligowskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16321782923684225443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2283546672679507011.post-84992477565618360022011-01-18T09:06:00.028-05:002011-02-24T07:35:47.988-05:00The Goodbye Weekend<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bxMKslfI3do/TWZOmS4HMnI/AAAAAAAAB14/KwXfSoV2sJw/s1600/kalia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bxMKslfI3do/TWZOmS4HMnI/AAAAAAAAB14/KwXfSoV2sJw/s320/kalia.jpg" width="183" /></a></div>We arrived Friday afternoon and cooked a batch of food at the condo for Stefan, Lukas and their friends. Saturday morning we were at the church early and Kalia’s casket was open for a short time. It was good for me to see her. Mary started crying though, and didn’t stop until the service was over… probably 2 hours. <br />
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The service continued at the cemetery with a very short, graveside memorial, and concluded with a nice luncheon sponsored by a group affiliated with the church. I have never seen so many trays of perfect cheesy potatoes in my life! It was one of a thousand little things that happened this weekend that contributed to bearing the unbearable; from the moment we accidently cut in the Southwest boarding line, to the Dunkin Donuts “incident”. Remind me to tell you about it sometime. </div><div><br />
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Saturday evening, once the sun set, and the snow began to fall, the flames of Kalia's memorial bonfire developed into a full blaze. The day came to a close in a magical moment as Kalia’s family and friends gathered around the fire to drink a little hot chocolate and share in her memory. <br />
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</div><div>The Buddhists, in a beautiful and fitting expression of wisdom, say, “Your end, which is endless, is as a snowflake dissolving in the pure air.”</div></div></div>Tina Kuligowskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16321782923684225443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2283546672679507011.post-71006312055030491502011-01-07T13:28:00.015-05:002011-02-24T07:36:26.694-05:00Kalia, Beautiful Kalia<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>3:09 am, January 6, 2011... woke to the sound of my husband crying on the phone. I already knew why. He was scheduled to fly to NH that afternoon to spend time with Kalia before the Good Lord called her home, but it was too late.<br />
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I spent the day crying... on the couch, in bed, on the phone, in the car.<br />
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I had just seen Kalia two months ago when she drove down to take part in the Jon Stewart Rally for Sanity. We all crammed into a booth at the Silver Diner in Arlington, VA; me, Mike, Lukas, Cody, Micah and Kalia... ate a huge breakfast and laughed at life's random humor.<br />
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I came in to work to avoid lying in bed all day and thinking about the source and reason of this run of bad luck, only to avoid co-workers and their expressions that mirror my mindset. I don't have an answer... I don't know why... I only know that my stomach turns and my head throbs and my heart physically aches because a very bright and beautiful light in my life has gone out.Tina Kuligowskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16321782923684225443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2283546672679507011.post-72492830673604781502011-01-05T13:49:00.004-05:002011-02-23T08:23:42.110-05:00Unexpected DepartureFeels like we left Bangkok "in the middle of the night" at the end of this summer. We didn't know what to expect after Mike was medevaced back to the US, after being diagnosed with pancreatic cancer.<br /><br />Two weeks later, we flew Lukas and Mary home to try and resettle our lives back in the US. Lukas went straight to Derry to live with his sister Kalia, and Mary stayed in NY for a few months until we could sort out some kind of permanent plan.<br /><br />Now that the holidays have passed and Mike is well into his chemotherapy treatments, we took up permanent residence in Arlington, VA and brought Mary home. Micah will finish the year at Houghton Academy before joining us.<br /><br />Time to rename this blog ...Tina Kuligowskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16321782923684225443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2283546672679507011.post-12650273211410387042010-08-18T02:24:00.000-04:002010-08-18T02:25:18.239-04:00Final YearLess than 10 months left in our Bangkok Tour. We keep saying we need to make a list and prioritize what we want to see and do before we go. Since “making a list” is actually on Mike’s imaginary to-do list, I will go ahead and commit one to writing now…<br /><br />1. Furniture shopping <br />2. Visit the elephant sanctuary<br />3. Flight of the gibbon <br /><br />Other things that would be nice, but I won’t be heartbroken if we miss out…<br />4. Angora Wat<br />5. Luang Prabang<br />6. Vietnam tour: Hanoi and Ho Chi Minh City; Mekong Delta, Cu Chi tunnelsTina Kuligowskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16321782923684225443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2283546672679507011.post-82504809838951910222010-06-10T22:40:00.011-04:002011-02-26T13:52:37.748-05:00Seduction of Summer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8NyN_T2ibIY/TWZRXk-QjcI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/GTB56twPpgM/s1600/summer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="179" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8NyN_T2ibIY/TWZRXk-QjcI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/GTB56twPpgM/s320/summer.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>In the land of smiles, and endless summer, the "real" summer pulls you in, like an undertow that you didn't notice until you're completely sucked in, rolling about, and finally shot out the other side of the wave, completely disoriented and exhilarated!<br />
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Departures commence next week as Lukas heads to NH, and "wheels up" for the kids and I next month; we'll hit the ground running, with a stop in MD to visit Nellie, before picking Mike up and heading north for stops all around New England, NY and back to DC.<br />
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Micah brought home a very respectable report card yesterday - There is hope for him yet :-) Just between you and I, I am going to miss that kid so much next year... he starts high school in the fall, at a Christian boarding school in NY, about a 90 minute drive from his grandparents' house.<br />
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I don't think he's going to miss his friends very much, now that they all live and socialize in the magical, virtual World of Warcraft. And to answer the question that is sure to be nagging you right about now... Mary had a very good year and a fantastic report card as well.<br />
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I am scheduled for back surgery on July 1st. The doctor tracked down an FDA approved device that will wedge my vertebrae apart and keep it from impinging on my sciatic nerve, which can cause excruciating pain at times. It's not easy getting old, or so I am told on a daily basis.<br />
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We're having a brunch this weekend to say goodbye to Jeff Hill and David Aliprandi, and welcome Doyle Lee, Scott Baughn and Marcus Cox. The menu is set for Sangria, Mimosas and a variety of breakfast foods. Stefan is coming down from Chiang Mai to join us (and fix our routers!)<br />
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This is the first Friday, in about a month, that actually feels like a Friday! We haven't worked a full work week since before the Red Shirt protests. This has been the first, and it wasn't all that bad. I even managed to make it to the gym a couple of times.Tina Kuligowskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16321782923684225443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2283546672679507011.post-87692038184119263732010-05-25T02:45:00.007-04:002011-02-24T07:57:00.702-05:00My Facebook Phase is DONEI had given up on the blog for a few months, in search of an easier way to keep people posted about our experiences in Bangkok. And when I say "people", I mean my parents... when I say "our experiences", I mean the kids, of course. But I'm pretty sick of Facebook now... too much "noise"! I had to cut my Facebook friends to 17 (20 max!) I don’t think people were too happy... de-friending someone on FB, for no apparent reason, can be interpreted as a very rude gesture.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kk52aER7OJI/TWZVLbp33BI/AAAAAAAAB2g/q2iTQMYMqOw/s1600/BurningBKK.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="112" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kk52aER7OJI/TWZVLbp33BI/AAAAAAAAB2g/q2iTQMYMqOw/s200/BurningBKK.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>We have had one helluva month here in the Big Bang... The Embassy was closed from May 14 - May 24th. Mike arrived home on the 16th and had to stay at a hotel, close to the Embassy since he was considered essential personnel. Once things got a little too crazy, I just grabbed the kids and made a mad dash to the closest beach... referred to as the "Bangkok is Burning Beach Getaway"<br />
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Things seem to be back to normal, but somehow this incident has changed the course of destiny for all of us. For example, Micah can't wait to get back to the US for good. We have been looking into the boarding school option once we depart Thailand, but Micah is determined to get a jump start on that plan this year.<br />
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We have found a very nice, Christian boarding school in NY, close to Jamestown, called Houghton Academy. As it turns out, they still have some availability for the 2010 school year. We are scrambling to submit his application and gain acceptance, without jeopardizing his spot at NIST (just in case...)<br />
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Mike and I are getting out of town this weekend. There is a Thai holiday on Friday and a US holiday on Monday. We're finally going to see Phuket! We've booked a beautiful spot on the southern tip of the island called Naiharn Beach.<br />
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Other notable events since my last post:<br />
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October 09' - Habitat for Humanity work in Chiang Mai... blew out my back and have been suffering ever since.<br />
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May 10' - Looking forward to some kind of back surgery in the States this summer.Tina Kuligowskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16321782923684225443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2283546672679507011.post-60679631825499771372009-10-18T22:30:00.000-04:002009-10-18T23:03:11.549-04:00FacebookI've been ignoring the blog lately because of Facebook. I find it easier to keep people posted there. Also, this is a private blog and most followers find it inconvenient to follow when they have to login. <br /><br />Mike has been in the States for about a month and I will be so happy when he finally gets home. He started in Florida with a conference, then over to Ft. Campbell to talk with some of Adam's unit. He then spent a few days in DC before driving to New Hampshire. He intended to spend just a few days in NH, check on the folks and then head back to DC to fly back here. But, as luck would have it, he happened in on his folks when his father was at death's door! It wasn't a big thing like cancer, but it is something that required medical attention. So Mike got him in to see a doctor and run some tests. To make a long story short, he's better now and back home with a visiting nurse a couple times a week and an in-home caregiver a few hours every day durning the week.<br /><br />Mike was supposed to come back for another work conference in Hua Hin last week but he couldn't make it because of his father's condition. I had alread bought tickets for me and the kids to join him, so we ended up going anyway. We had a great time and you can see some of the pictures on FB.<br /><br />The kids are out of school this week and they have plans to spend time with their friends during the break. The seem to be doing very well in school. I had a talk with Micah this weekend about his college plans and what he needs to do to prepare for that. He only has about four and a half more years before graduation, which means he needs to start preparing for the PSATs next year and the SATs the following year. I told him there would be studying this summer and he better not give me any attitude about it.<br /><br />I'm still plugging away on my masters degree. I would really love to finish it by the end of January but I may be biting off a little more than I can chew. I'm going to be a little sad when it's over because I really like doing the work and learning the details of my profession at a much deeper level.<br /><br />That's it for now... I had trouble uploading pictures from the beach so just go check them out on FB.Tina Kuligowskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16321782923684225443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2283546672679507011.post-18960938591809198792009-08-16T04:58:00.001-04:002011-02-22T11:16:31.672-05:00Happy Birthday Mary!Mary turned 8 years old Friday, August 14th. We took her out to dinner Friday night and let her pick out a build-a-bear and then we had a pool/pizza party for her on Saturday. <br /><br />She is one happy little eight year old! She had been talking about this day since the day after her birthday last year and it was pretty much all she could talk about this week. She picked out a pink unicorn build-a-bear, two small skateboards and a leash so she could easily drag it around behind her. <br /><br />She got some of those dinosaur eggs from her friend Abiha and somehow those have become the unicorn's babies. Some of the other gifts include games like Uno and Pictionary and some "chapter" books, which will come in handy for our evening study hall.Tina Kuligowskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16321782923684225443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2283546672679507011.post-51100224524322937702009-07-30T08:15:00.000-04:002009-07-30T08:34:53.885-04:00Final Days of LeisureWe’re off to Ban Kruit tomorrow morning for one last little holiday before I resume my illustrious IT career with the Department of State. I’ve been a <em>Woman of Leisure</em>, more or less, for over a year now. But it will be back to the daily grind on Monday. <br /><br />The kids will get back to school the following Monday, August 10th. Micah and Mary are both interested in signing up for golf as an extracurricular activity this year. The school has a really good program through one of the <a href="http://www.bangkokgolfcentre.com">local golf centers</a>. They will be learning from an ex-PGA pro from the UK and they seem pretty excited about it. <br /><br />My good friend Sheena Driscoll is moving into our apartment building this weekend. She will be working for Mike starting Monday and she has a 15 year old son! I can’t wait for her to get here!Tina Kuligowskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16321782923684225443noreply@blogger.com0