A Hard Way To Learn

Need a favor?

2011-09-21T12:49:00.000-04:00

You know that little story in which the little boy needs a simple favor but in order to get it he has to complete task after task for people along the way . . . that is my life. Is this normal? Does every action generate multiple reactions that have to be addressed? I feel I am always in negotiation with someone for something. Maybe I need to learn the word, ‘no’. If I said “no” more often that might stop the cycle.

Could it be me? Is it my need to be a people pleasure? My need to have things my way but care too much about hurting feelings to just out right say/do what I want. I long for a simple day; a silly simple day.

On the bright side I did see the most wonderful thing on the way into work today. I was stopped at a cross-walk near a local YMCA. The daycare team was leading a group of (3-4) year olds across the street. They were paired up, side-by-side, like the story from Madeleine. They were so cute one couldn’t help but smile. That was a wonderful treat for my eyes and it is my calm thought for this most busy (favor chasing) day.

Assignment: Remind me to just say no! No, let’s be more positive: Seek joy in the simplest of things.

Ranting . .

2011-09-04T10:20:00.000-04:00

Warning: Negative Nancy is writing this entry because she is mad as hell and she is not going to take it anymore. All women should be mad as hell. American should be mad too! Heck, every warm blooded living creature should be raising their fists in the air and shouting “enough”!

First, while standing in line at the checkout yesterday I couldn’t help but notice that Kim Kardashian’s honeymoon was plastered all over the weekly rag-mags. I picked one up and looked through it. Who does this? Who sells the rights to their most private moments? What type of mom makes a career of manufacturing her children? Who the hell is watching this stuff and asking for more? Enough – Enough – Enough. Please stop, because some day historians are going to look back knowing that we had the technology advancements to change the world for the better but we wasted them on lack luster, talent barren, sex tape making g celebrities.

Now on to my next rant. Really, a medical treatment to grow eyelashes – is that the next level of insecurity marketing moguls are burdening women with today? Please don’t get me wrong, if I didn’t have eyelashes it would trouble me, but this commercial is specifically made for older women who are discovering that their lashes are not as long or full as they once were. Then the commercial goes on to list the incredibly horrible possible side effects. . but at least they promise you will have lashes so long your glasses will smudge with mascara.

Look at the history of beauty for women over the last century: corsets, hoop skirts, hair treatments, make-up, plastic surgery, Botox and now longer, fuller lashes? Every few years there is another advancement to remind us that we should strive to live a long life but good golly don’t let anyone think you might be aging.

Women, stop allowing this belittlement to be assigned to aging. Stop buying into the racket. Every single day I have to counter a negative thought about my hair, body, or skin with a positive ‘but at least I still have my “whatever” thought. It isn’t easy to age. I know. I certainly spend enough on hair, make-up, and other things to ensure I meet the minimal accepted social requirements for a woman edging out of her forties. It does make me feel better about myself but I certainly don’t need anything else to strive for because my schedule is full.

Assignment: Put the magazine down and walk away.

Words

2011-08-31T15:35:00.002-04:00

It is clear by the way they are carrying their backpack and telling the story, these two ‘All American-Girls” ahead of me on the sidewalk are freshman at one of the local colleges. . .

“So, then I said shit Bobby and my professor is like, ‘Your Sarah right’ and then my professor was annoyed with me and surprised I swore in front of her. It think Bobby was too. Cha, do we swear a lot?”

“I think we do. You know that one girl who is like one of my new good friends? Well I think I shocked her at lunch when I was like “F-ck this and F-ck that”. She was like, ‘whoa’ and not used to the swearing. My sister said I swear a lot too. I tripped and yelled ‘G-damn’ and she was like, you curse to much”.

‘Oh, I know, I think other students think it is odd. Like, this one time . . . . . . .”

Well, guess what ladies – you spent 2 blocks cursing and telling stories about cursing and I am sure you continued well after I made my break from you. So, here is what we know: Bobby, your professor, your sister, other students, and I think you not only curse a lot – but you sound immature while doing it. It is pointless, there is no art-form to your words, and you think it is okay to transition these words into the English Language. You don't do it for shock value - or maybe you do - but your immaturity is as obvious as an ill-fitting pair of shoes – we can see your awkwardness a mile away.

The names have been changed. The curse words are foggy because they were dropping them faster than my mind could process.

Assignment: Select your words wisely.

Change in Attitude

2011-08-24T11:33:00.000-04:00

Today is the mid-point of my running partner and my forth week. We have continued to meet at the tract at 6:30 three days a week. Our workouts have grown from ‘easy’ to ‘my legs are killing me’. We are up to two miles (running 1.5 and walking a half). It hurts. I often feel like I am running in place, literally; like my legs are going but I am not moving forward. But we continue because we are going to finish what we started. I remember my past running days and I know that soon our legs will no longer ache and that we will break through that running wall to enter a zone.

It is coming . . .. so I just have to hold on a little bit longer. Goodness knows, to run a race a gal has to do some training.

Assignment: Change your attitude and change your world. Today my running partner blasted through her last half mile. Her focus was run faster – finish faster. My focus was, how can I do this? Time for a change!

something to think about . . . .

2011-08-23T11:54:00.000-04:00

This past weekend, Tom, Maddy and I took a day trip up north to visit with Tom’s sisters, brothers-in-law and mom at the lake. It was a cool day so instead of a trip on the water we watched some videos of days long ago. In 1999, Tom’s mom had an 80th (yes, she is 92 now) birthday party in Holden Beach, North Carolina and the family all came to celebrate. The whole thing was pretty much the definition of a perfect vacation. Tom’s brother-in-law Mike had just gotten a new video camera so he captured everything –EVERYTHING – that happened during that vacation.

As I watched a shy and beautiful five-year old Maddy or a camera seeking toothless six-year old Andy; I laughed and cried in happiness. However, watching Tom and I from 12 years ago was like time traveling. I cannot believe how different we have become in just such a short timeframe. Tom was at his athletic peak – those arms were cannons. His hair was dark and yes, you read that right, he had hair. I was fit and my arms and legs were trim. People!, I was wearing a two-piece . . on the beach . .in public! I had been remembering myself as a lean women in past years but this video confirmed . . .I have always had curves even when I was in top shape. We were young, tan, and athletic but what really stood out was how much energy we had.

You know when you go to an older persons home and see photos of them as a young adult; in their thirties and forties, . . .then you try as hard as you can to imagine that person in front of you and the life they lived and the person they were in a different time. Well, that is what happened to me – looking at myself – through the lens of a 12 year old camera.

Assignment: Live in the moment but share stories of your past . . . give them something to think about . . .

A week in my life

2011-08-20T12:14:00.010-04:00

Just when you make a promise to your nine “followers” that you will start writing your blog again, the computer needs repair and updating. But fear not my faithful non-cult-like friends (really, followers is the word BlogSpot selects?) this is my week in summary.

Timeline for framework: August 10th – 19th

Wednesday: Woke to find that our yard had been toilet papered (TP) over night. It was a very neat and clean job. We were sure it was some of Andy’s female friends wishing him goodbye and good luck in college. How cute. Andy, wake up and clean this up.

Thursday: Officially spend 1 zillion dollars on all the college must haves for the freshman year.

Friday: Pack, Pack, re-pack, pack. Then we all gather for a family dinner.

Saturday: Tom, Maddy, and I take Andy to college and I don’t cry on campus! I do, however cry at the most unexpected times throughout the day and week.

Sunday: Oh, those funny friends of Andy’s – the TP our house again. This time the ‘fork’ us to. Sorry, Andy is gone so we have to clean this up. Then we have to drive back to college to bring the things that we couldn’t get in the car the day before . . .guess what you call two parents, on campus, the day after load in, sitting in the dorm hall for nearly an hour because their son can’t be reached . . . ? Okay, we will be PC and call it ‘awkward’.

Monday: Listen, you stupid little punks . . . .Stop toilet papering, forking, and destroying our yard. It takes me an hour to clean up while I am crying. Then I go to work and it is a full day of Monday!

Tuesday: Tom has a birthday today. He is 56 and still a full on hottie. We have cheesecake to celebrate. Good day!

Wednesday: Not sleeping much this week because I am listening for the TP to begin. It suddenly catches up to me and I go to bed at 8:30. Maddy has spots.

Thursday: My car’s computer system is sounding the alarm and our service friend tells me not to drive it. He can’t see it till next Tuesday. I get to drive the car the kids’ grandma gave them. It is teal. It has roll down windows. There is a hole in the muffler. The air doesn’t work. Right, I know, I am lucky to have an extra car to use so don’t judge me if I sound ungrateful.

Maddy’s spots are MRSA. Let me go on record, if there is/was anything that is to be gotten then Maddy will be the one to get it: colic, night terrors, cancer, mono, MRSA . . . Poor Maddy the medical magnet. Good thing she is one tough kid who can strike fear in the strongest among us. Don’t mess with Maddy.

Friday: Jake’s in town! Jake’s in town! The kids bring Max
to my office for a visit. We all met up after work for the West Michigan screening of www.hankfrisco.com and dinner with family and friends. Our friends the Morrison’s drink and ditch (not really but they think they did which is so cute). Family, friends, food, film – good ending to the week.

P.S: Jake is my son. He is my oldest son. He is a great man who is making Chicago his home. He is funny, creative, faithful, and caring. Visit the Hank Frisco website and support the creative efforts of this cheeky, cheesy, and clever webisode.

And, that was my week.

Assignment: The sun will come out tomorrow, betcha bottom dollar that tomorrow there’ll be sun.

P.S: As I complete this entry the sky’s break open and the rain begins. We are having a full on thunder storm on a Saturday morning: A rare and wonderful gift to be home, with no plans, and a thunder storm. I love it. Who needs the sun coming out to make a good day!?

Surprise!

2011-08-13T08:00:00.000-04:00

My work in the city has exposed me to a number of things that certainly spike my interest but really don't surprise me any longer. Hearing a man/woman in a lively (and loud) conversation with themselves? Please, that is a daily occurrence and most of the time . . .there isn't a bluetooth involved.

I once heard a man ask for some money from a stranger. Again, daily occurrence but I loved his angle "Listen I need a few bucks to buy some beer. I am coming down from a heroin high and I need to get something fast". Hum, the honest approach; it worked for Macy's in Miracle on 34th Street and it worked for this guy. I think we all respected him a little more that day.

The local "please my children are at home alone and my car is broken down" lady was once spotted actually flagging down a taxi. I don't know if she was really going home this time but I saw her get in the cab. Side note: Why is it I can recognized those people who ask me for money EVERY DAY but they can't recognize me? Isn't that an important skill set for that profession? Confession: Sometimes I give her a buck just because she does tell the story well.

Now this story . . . and it surprised me. Let me set the stage: It is a Friday afternoon on a hot summer day. I had to work late that night so I walked down to the local Subway for a late lunch/early dinner. The only people in Subway: me and the sandwich artist (their title not mine). I take a seat near the door and windows so I can listen to the news and scan my phone messages.

In walks a man with a bike helmet and no bike. I know he doesn't have a bike because I am sitting at the window. He orders a yogurt, walks over to my table, sits down, opens the yogurt, licks the top, and starts eating. No "hello". No "is this seat taken"? No "how you doing"? I finish up my business and leave without saying goodbye.

Odd right? Well here is where I get surprised. I come home to tell my hubby Tom what happened. This is our conversation:

Me: blah, blah, blah - the story I just wrote.
Tom: Did he sit across from you?
Me: No - across and to the side.
Tom: Oh, it would have been worse if he sat across from you. Maybe he just doesn't like to eat alone.

Okay . . . .(insert loud car brake sounds and tires burning) . . .back this up! I expected "maybe he thought you were hot" because that would have gotten Tom and eye roll and points. I thought maybe a "hell yes that is odd - you stop eating alone" because that would have made him feel protective. I thought maybe a "yeah - strange", ah, because it was! But never, ever, never, did I think "maybe he doesn't like to eat alone"!!!

Assignment: Just because you have lived, loved and been with someone for 23 years; you can still find surprise in your relationship.

Story Teller

2011-08-11T09:19:00.002-04:00

I have always loved to tell stories. In elementary school my classmates and I created a game that I would later learn was called improvisation. Friends would give me three words and I would weave a story to keep us entertained and distracted from math.

Speech class was mandatory once I entered middle school so I was free to spin my stories with the teachers approval. My speech teacher grew to be a great mentor and positive influence in my life. She encouraged me to audition for the talent show and school theatre. Through theatre I not only had the freedom to tell stories but I had a warm and welcoming community of friends, a foundation for growing confidence, and hands-on experience that would later benefit my career.

Once I entered the world of non-profit, my joy for story telling took on a new meaning. The stories I shared had real faces, real families and real challenges, successes, and solutions. I was happy - this was my calling - but deep in my heart I hoped to someday come back to theatre. Then in a strange twist of fate and a number of circumstances that lead to a friendship, I learned of an opening at a local community theatre. I applied, I was offer the position, and for the past year I have experienced joy and career enrichment I didn't know possible. I am not on the stage but behind the scenes; telling the story of the importance of art in our communities. I am helping to share the magic of live theatre with thousands. I am blessed.

You may not believe in God but I have to tell you I do. I do because I am certainly not smart enough to link all the right people, circumstances, and skill sets needed to bring this story to this point in my life. If left to my own desire, I would be a comfortably kept woman on a sofa eating bonbons while watching soaps to fill the void in my life. No lie, my personal expectations have always been low. Thank God I have learned not to follow my own desire.

Assignment: You know that feeling that you have deep, deep inside telling you to do something, take action, follow this path instead of that path . . . .trust that you have been given all that you need and you will find purpose. Trust, Believe, and Listen.

Fear - she's a bitch

2011-08-09T20:48:00.004-04:00

It has been nearly a year since I have written an entry on this blog. At first it was because my mojo had dried and creative Nancy was no where to be found. Then it was time, or the lack of it, so I just didn't write. Then it was easier to be lazy; to put it off, and suddenly that was the norm.

Things have happened in the last year and I know the meditation through writing would have probably helped clear my head and set things straight but it was easier just to NOT do it because NOT doing it would mean I couldn't fail. It also meant that I didn't have to face the changes that were happening.

It is funny how fear can stop us from doing things we like. Fear of success is a paralyzing emotion and nearly has harmful as fear of failure. Fear can rob a person of joy and fulfilment. It can hold a person back from achieving potential. Fear, shes a bitch.

Writing the blog isn't the only fear that has been holding me back. I have also been afraid to really get healthy again. In my 20's and 30's I was fit and felt great. Now, in my 40's I've found it easier to just NOT be fit or healthy. I had a major eye opener this past June at the camp for which I volunteer. I was 'racing' one of my campers and at the end I was doubled over and unable to get my breath . . .for A. Very.Long.Time. That has never, ever, never, been the case before and ouch, the pride was punctured, I realized I might actually have an expiration date and it could be enforced sooner than expected if I didn't stop - STOPPING.

So as the final year of my 40's quickly approaches, I am not going to take this laying down an longer . . .(er, not going to take this sitting on the couch, laying down, or anything to avoid body movement). I have found a running friend and we are going to hold each other accountable to see this thing through. We have a 5k goal for October 1st (send good thoughts)as our first motivational target. I have also been doing core workouts to keep my back in shape because it isn't until that baby hurts 24-7 that you realize how important a back is to your overall happiness.

But mostly, I have decided that fear will not rob me of my joy any longer. By the way, you have no idea how afraid I was to post that I am 'working out again' because I have failed at this many times over the past years but that is the point isn't it.

Talk with you soon . . . .promise.

Assignment: Help others find peace in the sea of fear they may face.

Flu

2010-08-24T10:06:00.002-04:00

At 5:00 AM I heard the shower running. Andy didn't feel well and thought a shower would help. At 7:00 AMI heard the bath filling. Andy said he had the flu and sitting in the water felt good. He then told me his 'self-healing' plans for the day. It was at this moment I knew I was needed at home:

Me: "Andy, do you want me to stay home with you today?"
Andy: "Mom, I would love it but can you?"
Me: "Hello Bruce . . . .(my very understanding boss)"

So I am home with my man-child son. He is running a fever and sleeping heavily. He has already ingested enough water to sustain a small ocean mammal. He will soon be better, in fact, to quote Maddy: "Well, at least we know he will feel better in 24 hours". That is good because Friday is our first game (oh, the pressure on his body and the true concern for his health as long as it doesn't impact football)

I think it best I stayed home, I would have hated to have him shave his head just because he was hot or take an over-the-counter just because he liked the color of the box. His 'self-healing plan' was a bit alarming.

Assignment: NO matter the age of your child - if you have a chance to be 'mommy' again. . .DO IT!

Happy New Monday

2010-08-23T10:35:00.003-04:00

This will be a better week. This will be a better week. This will be a better week. I am clicking my shoes together while saying this.

Last week was a highly stressful week at work (project deadlines). On the upside, I spent the weekend cleaning my house (very calming) and it looks great.

This will be a better week . . . .

Assignment: Positive thinking!

It is in the AIR!

2010-08-19T08:00:00.000-04:00

Can you feel it? Tonight is the first Football Scrimage for the season. Oh how I have missed high school football. This is a special year for us: Andy is a senior.

Assignment: A year of many lasts has just begun.

Worst Mom - EVER!

2010-08-18T08:00:00.002-04:00

I think that Maddy, being our last child, has turned me into a dolt. I seem to allow things that I would never have considered with our other children. I believe this past year I have official entered the "Worst Mom - Ever" contest and I might actually win.

1. Maddy was invited to Florida for Spring Break. I really thought this was a great idea. I strongly encouraged her to go. She did not feel comfortable going with these friends. Perhaps it was because these friends were both boys! Brothers to be accurate - and for the record - the parents, whom I know and trust, were also going. I had close friends who were boys in high school - I would have gone to Florida with their family if asked. Bad mom for encouraging a daughter to go to another state with boys! I have seen Springer; most of those stories come from Florida.

2. Maddy had a sore throat the Saturday she was to leave for Mission Trip. I was talked into letting her go - against my better judgment. They were going to North Carolina for the Mission Trip. When they reached Tennessee the throat wasn't getting better so they went to a medi-center. They tested her and diagnosed it as mono. I think they were wrong or it was a very low case of mono. However, she was sick and I shouldn't have lisened to others and made her stay home. Terrible week for me (she had fun) so that was my punishment I guess.

3. Maddy turned 16 this year. She wanted a tattoo. Not a rainbow, sun, or dolphin jumping from a wave (no offense but really for a 16 year old – you know); no, she wanted a memory. She wanted the date of her cancer diagnosis and the date of her remission. This was a tense and very long discussion in our home. Here she is with the tat. Sexy Bob did the artwork. Yeap that was his name: Sexy Bob.

I am sure there are many other Worst Mom stories that have happened over the past 8 months - and we still have 4 more to go. In fact, I know there are more stories but I am worn down so num that I can't remember them all. I am starting to blur between the right/wrong of parenting. I should set a date for my crown fitting and find a nice dress to accept my award.

Assignment: Dr. Spock. . Calling Dr. Spock! Why didn't you write a care and feeding book for teens!

Tom's Birthday

2010-08-16T08:00:00.005-04:00

Today is Tom's Birthday. He officially qualifies for the "Retired" rate for golf. He isn't 62 - not even close - but I guess in the world of golf double nickels are considered old.

In celebration of Tom's birthday and in need of some peaceful R&R after the wedding last week, the bath remodel all summer, and life in general; we did an overnight in a very well-known hotel about an hour away.

To set the stage for this story, a year ago we did a weekend away at this same hotel. The room next to us was full of drunk boys who had many drunk girls visiting them. I do not know how young people this age could afford such a place, perhaps it was that they crammed 1 Zillion people into the room and split the cost. Anywho, I had to complain - 3 times - throughout the night. It was ugly but in the morning they took a HUGE percentage off our bill and gave us a free overnight stay. Very kind of this hotel - truly great customer service!

This is the stay we used this weekend to celebrate Tom's birthday. When I booked the room the registration lady was very nice and told me to ask for an upgrade when we checked it. She was going to note this in the registration So, in passing I did that but it wasn't needed because for some reason - I have no idea why - they put us in an Executive Suite. A honest-to-goodness Executive Suite. HOLY CATS! HOLY CATS! HOLY CATS!

Not only was this an Executive Suite (the size of the entire first floor of our home) here is a small list of some of the people that also slept in that suite: President Bush 1, President Bush 2, and Jack Nickolaus (of whom Tom was most impressed). Yes, they all slept, showered, and walked the same carpet as we did this weekend.

Assignment: HOLY CATS! Happy Birthday Tom!
Walking down the hall, we kept looking for our room - um, WOW
Fresh Ice in the Ice Bucket when we checked in - refreshed again when we returned from going out to dinner
Soft Robes
Waiting for us when we returned from dinner
Yes, a GRAND FATHER CLOCK that chimed every 15 minutes
The sitting room
Do you think the Bush Family is bragging that the Brozek's slept here?

Bike

2010-08-15T20:36:00.003-04:00

This afternoon I went for a bike ride. I was given a new bike for Mother's Day and sadly I haven't ridden it nearly enough this summer. Today the humidity finally broke, I had nothing on my 'to-do' schedule, and I felt the need to peddle. So - peddle I did.

As I was returning home I passed my neighbor. She was riding a horse. I still find joy in living in a place where the corn grows tall, the deer run free, and I can pass a neighbor riding her horse. I am one lucky gal!

Assignment: The humidity will be gone this week - go outside and play!

L.O.V.E

2010-08-08T09:11:00.004-04:00

Last night was our daughter Jessica's wedding. It was a great party full of family and friends. I have a zillion stories and photos to share as time goes by but for now. . . .if I might share . . . .. .

Last night I fell deeply, madly, and truly in love with my husband all over again.

Father of the Bride Toast
The Father/Son-in-law heart to heart
Jess is Daddy's Little Girl
My heart was melting with happiness and love watching this dance

Assignment: Fall in Love - all over again! Congrats Jess and DJ

Photo Friday

2010-08-06T22:14:00.003-04:00

Today was Jessica's bridal shower. I made eight quiches (thanks Judi for the perfect crusts) and I am shocked that they not only looked good - they tasted good too! It was a magical baking day.

A Chair for Max

2010-08-04T08:00:00.000-04:00

Each year our local library has a fundraiser called A Little Chair-ity. Local artists (and folks like me) paint children’s chairs to be auctioned off to raise money to purchase new children’s books. I have done it a few times and really enjoyed giving back in this manner when I have the time.

My daughter Megan has bid on a few of the chairs that I have painted. Interestingly enough, she hasn’t won because the bidding ended up growing out of her price range. I think she has a very low price range but still I am flattered. When Megan was pregnant with our first grandchild she asked if I would paint a chair once baby was born.

Sweet Baby Max was born on May 20th so the image for the chair was clear: Where the Wild Things Are was exactly what I wanted this little boy growing up reading and sitting on while he read.

He recently had his Holy Baptism and we gave him this chair as his gift.

Assignment: Encourage reading for the children in your life.

Oh come on - painting is the least I could do for this little cutie.
I had to change this just a bit from the book - I don't want to infringe on copywrite law
I like how little Max is in grey skis as he sails away but the jungle of his imagination is full of blue skies.

This is my favorite monster in the book - I think he is really Max. I love this story and I hope my sweet little Max grows up loving it too!

Bathroom Makeover

2010-08-02T21:30:00.000-04:00

We moved into our home on our first anniversary (May 1991). Our home is a lovely Gentleman’s Farmhouse that was built in the late 1800’s. You would think, with a definition of this nature, our home would have been filled with the charm and wonder of yesteryear. Nope. Our house was filled with the tactful décor of “The Chicken Ranch”. We had deep red shag carpet, dark paneling, plastic field stone, and a lovely green and white Eiffel Tower motif throughout the home. To be honest, I had no idea why Tom wanted to buy this place. It took several visits and a vivid imagination before I finally saw the light.

Since that first night we have been in various stages of remodel. When we did our bathroom (the only one in our home) didn’t have any money, four children with a 5th on the way, and so we needed a fast cosmetic fix. A little paint, some 90’s wallpaper and then we settled. We settled year after year putting off a final official make over because it just didn’t seem important. That lack of importance made this room one of the ugliest eyesores I have ever seen in my life.

Today I am happy to announce that we have officially completed our bathroom remodel and in doing so – our house is 100% the way we want it. Assignment: Enjoy these before photos!

We had already taken our sink out. It was a tan colored 'marble' top with 2 sinks and super ugly handles. The vanity was painted green. Very circa 1970 with a twist of 1995.
Tom is an Engineer. Look at his fancy figures. This is how the professionals do it folks.

Bathroom Makeover After

2010-08-02T21:07:00.005-04:00

Enjoy these After photos of our bathroom remodel. You may ask, Nancy why didn't you put these all on one post? Why is this set up so silly? That is a valid couple of questions my friend. Very valid indeed. Truth is,my computer wouldn't let me add any additional photos to my last post - I don't know why! So I had to get creative.
I really wanted orange as our color but I was fearful that it would be too much.
Then I wanted a Victorian Pink but Tom said no.
We liked purple. When the sunshines in the morning it is beautiful!
I love my new bathroom. Thank you Tom for working so hard to make this happen.
Hum, nothing left to remodel so now what will we do . . . ?

More Max

2010-05-30T15:06:00.004-04:00

A special day: Max gets to meet his Great Grandmom and his Uncle Jake is in town. What a perfect day for a perfect baby.

Assignment: Thank you for letting me be a Nana and show off my little love. He brings me nothing but happiness. Who knew - you just can't until it happens to you.

Max

2010-05-30T14:52:00.003-04:00

I could spend HOURS just watching Max. He sleeps a lot but I love to watch his little facial expressions. He is a thinker - genius I am sure. These are some moments from his first night/day of life.

Assignment: Remember the fresh smell of baby's breath and head? If you don't then it has been too long. Find a baby A.S.A.P!

Photo Friday

2010-05-21T02:15:00.002-04:00

Welcome Baby Max: Born 5/20/10. He is beautiful and I am in love.

Photo Friday

2010-05-07T08:00:00.001-04:00

Derby Party - Wear your hat big or go home!

Book Signing

2010-05-01T08:00:00.000-04:00

My dear friends Anne and John invited me to a lecture by author Anne Lamott. It was a school night so I was a bit worried about my family. After all, it isn’t summer yet and we are just climbing out of our winter routine this would be a real norm breaker. An evening event during the week with grown-ups might not be acceptable. I checked with my family members and each said, “I don’t care”. I am sure that came from a deep need to see me happy and NOT complete apathy for what I wanted to do.

My friends Anne and John are super hip, ultra cool people. Plus they are beautiful both inside and out. Theirs is a true love story and one that I cherish deeply. Seriously, they should write a book about it . . . True. Love. Story.

Anyway, Anne Lamott was wonderful. I have only read one of her books, Blue Shoe, but I really connected to what she had to say. She was funny, touching, and when she spoke I could truly relate. Anne, John and I stood in line for a photo and to have her sign books. What a difficult part of the job that must be. Having strangers who know ALL about you come up to you with compliments and praise. I think that might be the hardest part of a book tour. It is hard to take a compliment.

Lamott ended her lecture by telling all the ‘want-a-be’ writers, painters, actors, etc to just start. Stop waiting for the right time to follow that path. She also shared that no one really cares if you do it or not but if you don’t you will regret it forever. That made me happy that I write this little blog. It made me realize that I enjoy jotting down my thoughts. It pleases me and I am happy I am doing it. It is a good outlet for whatever strands of creativity are flowing about my mind. I also think it will be fun for my grandchildren to read someday – so they can really know about me (and their parents!). Maybe they will not just think of me as old . .but will connect that I had a life. That makes me happy too.

On a final note, when I accepted the offer to go to this lecture I scanned my book shelves for the one book I knew I had read by Lamott. When I pulled it out, I noticed that I had left whatever it was I was using for a bookmark at the time, in the book. I love to use little notes and things my family leaves about for my bookmarks. I also like to leave them in the book when I am finished. It is like a hidden treasure of memories just waiting to be found.

This is yet another reason I will never join the Kindle group. I am all for technology but what would Anne Lamott have signed, my keypad? What memory would I have missed by not finding that bookmark?

Assignment: Anne Lamott says you have to do what people tell you to do. She also says if you are creative then you have to express it. So – get busy!

Photo Friday

2010-04-30T08:00:00.001-04:00

Me, My friend Anne, and Author Anne Lamott

I need a genie in a bottle

2010-04-28T10:32:00.000-04:00

If a genie came to me and asked me for three wishes, I wouldn’t take them. Nope, I don’t need three wishes. Right now I just need one wish granted. I need more time in the day. Yep, more time would mean I could fit in things like family meals, visits to my mom, a healthy workout, a hobby, and full 8-hours of sleep (which studies show is necessity not a luxury). I could fit in time for friends and volunteering.

I know other people do it – all the time –but I can’t seem to get it together. I don’t get home till after 7:00 most night due to work or the kids track meets. I spent 10 hours plus a week on the road. I spent 40 – 50 hours a week working. I have to sleep – studies support that. Oh what to do? What to do?

Maybe if that genie came to me for my three wishes, I won’t ask for time – I would ask for all our financial obligations (past, present, and future) to be met so that I could make time for anything and everything non-work or sleep. I could be a Real Wife of Small West Michigan Rural Community. Just wear fancy denim, learn to farm, and dedicate myself to local efforts. Local efforts that would mean I could ride my bike to meetings (thus getting a workout in at the same time as volunteering).

Hum, well it doesn’t matter because there is no genie, no extended time allotment, nor financial security for people who are not Oprah.

Assignment: If you have a few hours or dollars to spare – give me a call. I have plans for both!

Photo Friday

2010-04-23T08:00:00.002-04:00

100th Post

2010-04-19T08:00:00.002-04:00

Today is my 100th post and in celebration I will share a story of endurance and dedication.

This is Maddy. She is my daughter and a regular feature of past blog postings. This year Maddy decided to join the high school track team. Maddy has always wanted to be a part of a school sports team but bless her little heart; she isn’t a natural athlete. She has tried out for teams and narrowly missed the final cut. This winter she decided that track would be her answer.

One of her sister’s was a track star back in her high school and college days. One of her brothers also ran. Her father and I are former runners. This year, her brother Andy decided to drop golf for track so Maddy said this was her year too.

She is learning a very important lesson. She is learning that sports aren’t recreational – to be an athlete takes time, practice, and determination. She is learning that in order to run a full mile she has to log many miles throughout the week. She is learning that being a part of a team is being part of something larger than you. Being a team unites a group in focus, spirit, and friendship.

Maddy isn’t the fastest runner on the team. In truth, her mile time is nearly a minute off the other girls. That means that Maddy is often the only person running on track at the end of the race. But she never stops.

For Maddy the race isn’t about winning. It isn’t about having the fastest time. It is about believing in yourself. It is about working so hard to accomplish a dream that you will endure being the last person still running on the track. It is about discovering that your team members and coaches love you, cheer for you, and are a part of achieving your goal.

When Maddy finishes her mile and catches her breath she puts on her sweats and takes her position along the sideline so she can cheer on her team. Maddy’s team!

Assignment: Remember while each step brings you closer to your goal – but you have to commit to taking that first step.

Listening

2010-04-17T14:14:00.003-04:00

I have to write today for the simple therapeutic release it will hopefully bring.

I have learned one important parenting lesson in my life: when your children work up enough courage to start talking – shut up and listen. With this lesson comes a heavy burden because as your child begins to share his fears, heartache, and concerns for life; you begin to hurt inside.

Your heart aches because there is nothing you can do to fix the problem. A child has to be rejected, lose a friendship, or have their morals tested in order to grow into the person they are meant to become. A child has to suffer so they can grow stronger and prepare themselves for the challenges of life. Without these hardships, children would not grow up to be healthy parents, partners, or professionals.

But as a parent, when your teenage child starts to open up and you can see a part of them wants you to make it all better but knows you can’t – it hurts. So you listen. You ask if you can share a perspective. You offer a hug. You tell them you love them. Finally, you let them know that they are just about the most special person on the face of the earth and that everything will be okay. Then you send them to bed for a nights sleep.

One of the most troubling things is to know that when they wake up, they will close up again and they will carry all this in their hearts alone. The moment is over and they are in the process of working it out. You will never learn the end result or know how long it took them to heal – but they will. In the meantime, you will worry about them (more than normal) and you will watch them for signs that things are okay again.

And, you will do all of this without being able to share it with others.

Assignment: Thanks for listening.

Photo Friday

2010-04-16T08:00:00.001-04:00

Saying Goodbye is so hard

2010-04-14T23:07:00.003-04:00

My little 2005 Vibe is getting old. She has more than 200,000 miles on her. I feel ya, little Vibe.

So I had to look for a new used car. Isn't it pretty? Because I work for a non-profit Tom asked me; What would people say?. I say they would think I was as hot as my pretty little sports car!

Look how it shines. What a pretty little car. The repair costs would be out-of-control high. But . . so . .pretty. It only has rear-wheel drive - not practical at all for where I live. . . .but . . .pretty and see how it shines? Wouldn't I look great in this car? It would drive so fast!!!

I purchased a 2008 Chevy Impala instead. My first car was a 1969 Chevy Impala. My dad gave it to me in 1979. It was two-tone blue. Dark blue body with a light blue top. I could get 9 girls in it to sneak into the drive-in. It was a good car.

Today was the Impala's first trip to and from work. In five years, I hope I love it as much as I loved my little Vibe. I will miss you Little Vibe.

What I am Reading Right NOW! - Epilogue

2010-04-11T23:39:00.000-04:00

Epilogue: I cannot remember the last time I started and finished a book in one day. The Middle Place was an honest read filled with tears, laughter, love and most importantly faith.

What I am Reading Right NOW!

2010-04-11T13:43:00.001-04:00

A few months ago I was at Barnes and Noble when I saw The Middle Place by Kelly Corrigan on the clearance table for $4.00. I have had this book in my hand from time to time but never made the purchase. This time I thought; why not, I mean I have paid more for worse so take a chance.

I am currently in between book club reads, so this morning I picked up the book to start reading it. I have only been reading it for about an hour and I am already in love. It is written with a deep range of emotion. I can feel what this Corrigan is experiencing. The book had me crying by page 26 – PAGE 26 – oh what fun this read will be!

Assignment: Please do not bother me for the rest of the day – I have some serious reading to do!

Wine

2010-04-10T10:17:00.001-04:00

I have officially hit a turning point in m life. I can no longer drink wine. I have never fully been a wine fan. It isn’t my first drink of choice, mainly because I don’t know enough about vino to know what I am supposed to like. However, my lack of knowledge didn’t overshadow my willingness to try to learn.

All was well until a few years ago. I started to notice a change after an evening out with friends. I would wake up in the middle of the night with energy abound. It didn’t happen every time I had a glass but enough that I started to become cautious.

Last night, our Dam Book Club met to discuss our recent read. I had a couple glasses of wine (and I assure you these were small glasses). I was not impaired in the slightest but when I got home . . . . energy abound. I was up till well past 2:00 am and I woke up again at 3:30.

So that’s it, I am finished with wine. I don’t enjoy the flavor enough to deal with the anxiety that comes with a glass. Thankfully, I do have a very positive relationship with vodka . . . . .

Assignment: Don’t whine – it’s just wine!

Photo Friday

2010-04-09T08:00:00.001-04:00

Summer is Coming!

Waistline

2010-04-07T10:56:00.000-04:00

So, as mentioned earlier, I gave up extra spending for Lent. This meant that I needed to pack my lunch each day for work. I enjoyed it and will continue doing this because it is wise. However, while this practice saves me money – it is taking a toll on my waist line. Let me explain . . . . . .

Over packing food is a learned trait in my family. Growing up as an only child in a home with Depression Era parents literally meant; clean your plate there are children in the world starving. Team this with the invention of processed food for the busy housewife (an invention I am sure made my mom’s Top 3 List) and it created a recipe for disaster: Food+Guilt = EAT EVERYTHING.

I remember once in elementary school my class decided to walk in the annual March of Dimes fund-raiser. Being the naturally-born, non-profit leader that I am; I diligently went house to house to collect pledges for how many miles I would walk that day. I lived in an urban setting so there were houses aplenty – meaning dollars aplenty possible for that charity (hum, this profession really was my destiny).

Here is what I remember about the day of the walk. I dressed in my cutest pink top with short puffy sleeves and my silver cross (given for perfect Sunday School attendance). Listen, you have to look good in this line of business. I also remember it was an extremely sunny day and my silver cross was serving as a lightning rod for the sunbeams. I had terribly shaped sunburn by day’s end.

Finally, I remember the lunch my mom packed for me. There were enough Ho-Hos, Twinkies, sandwiches, and supplies to have lasted a camping weekend not to mention the 100 mile (but really probably more like 5 mile) hike I was going to do that day. I had to carry my lunch in a cloth bag – probably a pillow case (mom liked using them for many things other than sleeping). It weighted a ton and with each mile I conquered it felt like it weighted more.

I finished that walk and as a reward – there were free hot dogs and soda waiting for us at the end. The food in my pillow case was melted and crushed so I had the dogs instead. Bringing that food home must have been painful. Clearly so, because I remember it all to this day!

PS: As the non-profit leader I am, that very afternoon – covered in sweat and sunburn – I went house to house to collect the promised pledges!

Assignment: Maybe it is okay to leave some food on the plate (or pillowcase).

Happy Easter

2010-04-04T08:00:00.000-04:00

This year for Lent I gave up ‘extra’ spending. I know that our family is blessed many times over. We have all the material things we could ever want or need, yet like many, we continue to purchase. I thought making a concentrated effort to give up extra spending would be a good reminder of those blessings.

In truth I do not know how I did. I know there were exceptions here and their. I know Tom paid for some things I normally would have so our family would not have to ‘suffer’. I think I did okay but I was not perfect. I made mistakes.

During one point, in these past forty days, there was a time when I was feeling the need to fill my emptiness with a purchase. I remember negotiating with myself that one little ‘known’ slip wouldn’t be all that bad and it would make me feel happy. But I knew that wasn’t true.

I walked out of that store and took a long walk. I prayed while walking. I was led to understand what was making me feel this emptiness and sadness. I drew from lessons learned during a recent Bible Study: how even after forgiveness we can be tempted to feel insignificant because of our past transgressions. How that shame and self disappointment can lead us to make bad choices. As I prayed, that feeling of emptiness was filled with happiness and understanding.

Yes, I was not perfect with my sacrificing during this season of Lent - but on that day; my heart was filled with joy. I experienced Lent in the way it was intended. I gave up my control for Gods.

Assignment: Happy Easter - Rejoice!

In Three Words

2010-04-03T10:02:00.000-04:00

Good Morning America has a special segment that runs each Saturday morning. I think the title is Your Story: In Three Words. The segment runs in the final five minutes of the weekly programming. The show teams up an Indy Band’s music with home videos people submit. The video participants tell their story with nothing more than three written words.

Watching this is one of my absolute favorite Saturday traditions. This simple blend of music, people and three written words never fail to bring a tear to my eye. It is such an emotional experience. This morning I was sobbing to the image of a beautiful little redheaded girl picking herself up off the ground and taking wobbly steps toward her parents. She was a toddler and her legs were artificial. Her story’s three words: ALWAYS GET UP.

Assignment: ALWAYS GET UP!!

Photo Friday

2010-04-02T08:00:00.008-04:00

New York from a 17 year old's point of view - Thanks Andy

2010-03-29T08:00:00.003-04:00

Before I start this post, I want you to know there is NOTHING you can do to persuade me to reconsider my position. NOTHING, so please do not even try. This list took years to put together. This is not just some willy-nilly list. This list is the truth as I know it.

List requirements: The items on the list must never fail. They must always bring joy and pleasure to me. This is my list – if you disagree – start your own.

THE TOP THREE INVENTIONS: EVER!

1. Fireworks. Say what you will about our friends from China but they have done a most extraordinary thing. They invented fireworks. There as never been a bad firework show. Pretty little colors sparkling in the sky remind me of Christmas lights on our tree. Twinkling bits of light in a kaleidoscope explosion. I love them.

2. Peanut Butter. Mr. George Washington Carver you deserve a national holiday. Thank you for your sense of curiosity. Your need to crush little peanuts into a smooth creamy concoction has given me happiness throughout my life. Jiff – thank you for taking Mr. Carver’s invention and making it perfection.

3. Tivo. This late comer has only been on ‘the list’ for a few years. The moment I learned of this invention and the way it would change my television viewing (ref: my addition) I canceled our satellite provider and made the switch. I wish my radio had Tivo. There are times I wish ‘live’ conversations could be Tivoed too.

Assignment: If you could only choose 3 things that never fail to bring you happiness, what would they be?

Travel Stories

2010-03-27T08:00:00.001-04:00

I was recently in Kansas City, Missouri for a work conference. I didn’t have the opportunity to get out and ‘experience’ the city unless it was in walking distance of my hotel. I was in the town during a triple whammy: freak spring snowstorm, March Madness turnover (Kansas lost) and an insanely busy conference schedule.

Here are a few highlights:

The Escalator: When I was little escalators kind of freaked me out. My fear was that if I didn’t get off in time I would be trapped and sucked down. During this trip, I was getting ready to step onto an airport escalator when I heard a loud crash. I looked up to see a suitcase come tumbling down the moving steps. Quickly following was an older woman, also tumbling down those same steps. It all happened in slow motion. She had lost her grip on the suitcase and in trying to compose herself she slipped. She tried to balance on the rail but it was moving so it provided weak support at best. She was tumbling down the moving steps and the fear on her face was evident. One mom jumped into action and ran up the stairs to catch her. My traveling companion and I ran over to the escalator and hit the panic button to stop the movement. The dad who was with the mom just sort of stood there trying to figure out what city he was in. I hope that woman is doing okay; she was embarrassed, confused, and in pain from the fall.

Diner Out: I experienced a gourmet dream come true while on this trip. I have always wanted to enjoy a meal at a restaurant that is owned/operated by a famous chef. This is a little 4-1-1 on where I had the filling pleasure to dine.

ABOUT THE RESTAURANT

Lidia and Joseph Bastianich opened Lidia's Kansas City together in a former railroad house just north of Kansas City's historic Union Station. Designed by acclaimed New York architect David Rockwell, the restaurant evokes the feel of an Italian farmhouse despite its tremendous size. Lidia's Kansas City features a daily tasting of three fresh, homemade pastas, modeled on the popular pasta service at the Bastianich family's Becco in New York. Diners can also choose entrees such as roasted veal shank featured in a rich sauce lightened with fresh orange and carrot juices; frico, an envelope of Montasio cheese with a variety of fillings; or a beautiful grilled salmon served over braised lentils with a zesty chive-mustard sauce, just to name a few.

Simple Pleasure: I noticed something about myself on this trip. I get all-out giddy when I am approaching a new city. I truly get excited to see the skyline getting closer was our car draws near. It makes me remember times when I traveled with my mom and dad. We always traveled by car. There is just something magical about the skyline and endless possibilities it might bring.

Assignment: Find the Magic!

Photo Friday

2010-03-26T08:00:00.001-04:00

Happy Birthday Maddy

2010-03-25T10:35:00.003-04:00

Today Madeleine JoHannah is 16th years old. For now she hates her name but I love it. I find her name as unique and beautiful as her. We tend to call her Maddy, MJ, Madds, or Madster for short. For a time we called her Chicken Little, I don’t remember why.

Maddy has always been a special child. She is determined, confident, compassionate, and assertive. These are great leadership skills for an adult; we don’t really worry about her being successful in the future. While these skills are blessings for a young woman – they are often challenging for parents of teens. Every day we are learning how to make this work better.

Maddy weighed 10.1 lbs when she was born. She was three days late (and my only child who was late) for her arrival into this world. She could form simple sentences by the time she was a year old but didn’t take her first step until she was 18 months old. She didn’t have to, as the youngest of six children she just told people what she wanted and they got it for her.

When Maddy was a toddler she was a true performer. She had loved to sing “You are my Sunshine” and she had a special dance that she would perform on command. Her favorite joke was to tell people, “I’m not your friend anymore . . .CRY”. As mean as that sounds, it was funny and true. Maddy instinctually knew that if you were not her friend, you would cry because you would be missing out some a good thing.

When Maddy was in forth grade her principal shared that whenever she and her friends would have an argument it troubled Maddy so deeply that she would call a meeting. Maddy would ask the principal to bring the girls together so they could voice their concerns and solve the true problem at hand.

In Middle School and High School, Maddy has successfully negotiated a better grade with teachers. If the grading was objective and Maddy found the teachers objectivity differing from hers – she would call a meeting so they could voice their concerns and solve the true problem at hand. You read a theme in this?

This past year, Madd’s had a tutor for Algebra. She wanted a better grade and took it upon herself to apply for a tutor. She told us that there was a brief period when the tutor was not meeting her standards and she was afraid she would need to fire him. They worked the problem out and she was successful in the class. Madd’s is probably the ONLY high school student who begs her parents to go to conferences. She is proud of the work she is doing. Good grades to not come naturally for her, she works hard for her GPA but she does it because she has a final goal in mind: college/career of her choice.

I have a zillion favorite stories about my sweet baby girl but I will only share one more. Throughout Maddy’s childhood, every night when I would come home from work, Maddy would throw open the screen door, run down the porch steps, and come running into my arms. Just thinking about her beautiful smile and pure happiness to see me brings tears of joy to my eyes. What a precious gift I have been given!

Happy Birthday Sweet Baby Girl, you are a blessing to many and a gift to this world.

Photo Friday

2010-03-19T08:00:00.001-04:00

Photo Friday. I am starting with one of my very favorite photos ever. This was taken in 2008 at a family reunion. The kids were watching their cousin’s goof around.

Readers I think we ARE in Kansas now.

2010-03-18T08:00:00.002-04:00

Kansas City – Kansas City here I come. I am going to a conference for the next few days. I have never been to Kansas City before – this is the KC, Missouri not the KC, Kansas. Um, why do that do that?

While I am in K.C - Andy will be in New York City as a part of the Marketing Club. He once thought Marketing was stupid - but now he knows better.

Tom and Maddy . . . .well, they will have bonding moments together.

I hope we all have fun and I am full of a new stories to share when I get back.

Spring

2010-03-17T19:45:00.002-04:00

When I came home tonight this is what greeted me as I left my car. What a great St. Patty gift. Thanks mom nature.

Guest Writer - Memories

2010-03-16T08:00:00.000-04:00

Maddy on a trip to a Tiger Game with other surviors.

Maddy had an assignment to write about a memory. She gave me approval to post it.

March 3, 2010

Memories

I’ve had a lot of memories, throughout my life. But my favorite memory was when I was sick with cancer. It sounds bizarre because I had cancer, but it’s always been my favorite. I loved it because my family was very close at the time. Before I got sick we weren’t all that close, my older siblings never really visited us, and we never really stayed in contact with my relatives. Then in the summer of 2004 I was diagnosed with Burkett’s Lymphoma. I was rushed to the ICU floor at DeVos Children’s Hospital on July 22, 2004.

On my journey of being sick, I was always with a family member, whether it was my dad, mom, aunt, sister, or brother. I loved that I was always with one of them, if not all of them. A specific memory that I remember and favor the most was a day that I wasn’t able to get out of the hospital. It was in august and only a month after I got diagnosed so I wasn’t it was out of the question to leave my hospital room, but there was a hospital party at the nearby park, that I wasn’t able to go to. Since I couldn’t leave and I was disappointed all my brothers and sisters, mom and dad came to my hospital room and we had a picnic of our own. We all gathered around shot some videos for memories and watched old family videos. It was great, I loved that day.

While being sick there were also times that came, where I wish they never did. Being sick came with its up and its downs. One of the downs was the day I found out the cancer had spread to my heart and lungs. The day we found out, I know something wasn’t quite right. My dad was leaving that afternoon to go back home to Andy, and there was a feeling inside me where I just didn’t want him to leave, and I hadn’t felt good all that day. Turns out I got a CAT scan, and they found a lot more cancer surrounding my heart and lungs. I was rushed to the operating room where they inserted ‘pig tails’ into my back, to drain the fluid from my lungs.

That was one memory I could live without. Cancer gave me memories that I will never forget. Although it seems like a horrible thing, in an ironic way, it was the best year of my life. I’ll forever remember the days I spent in the hospital with my family and friends surrounding me with love and prayer.

Brace Yourself

2010-03-15T08:00:00.000-04:00

My dentist wants me to consider braces. She is troubled by my overbite. I am sure her concern is coming from a kind place. She isn’t the first dentist to make this suggestion. I have heard it over and over through the years.

When I was a child we didn’t have insurance because my dad often didn’t work. As a result I didn’t go to the dentist or doctor much. There wasn’t really a need too go. I was a pretty healthy kid and I rarely had issues with my teeth. After I had grown, moved, and secured dental insurance I started going and continued to go every six month like clock work.

My teeth are not straight, they are naturally discolored, and I have an overbite. All that considered my teeth are really healthy. The numbers they call out during a cleaning are 2’s and 3’s – which is good.

So here I am, age 47 and nearly a grandmother for the first time, and my dentist wants me to consider braces to fix my bite. Ummm, I am 12 pounds overweight – so apparently I have learned to adapt for that bite.

I have been tempted to do this – I mean who DOESN’T want a perfect smile? But, I would need extensive braces that would cost thousands and be cemented to my teeth for years. The pain would be unbearable. Plus, if I am going to consider anything cosmetic – it is going to be filling in the lines around my eyes. The windows to this soul may be in need of a remodeling real soon.

Assignment: Smile!

Hello my name is Nancy and I have an addiction.

2010-03-13T12:36:00.002-05:00

My love for television might be considered an addiction. I watch a lot of it. For years whenever I ran across someone who proudly stated they didn’t own a television or that they limited their viewing time I would feel a little guilty. When meeting someone for the first time I would dance around the subject. I would casually bring up a television show to determine if I was speaking with another T.V. junkie or not.

Hiding an addition is such hard work.

The day I decided to stop hiding was so freeing for me. I was speaking with a young person I worked with at the time. We were both doing the T.V. dance: mention a show, wait for a reaction, state we rarely watch T.V but . . ., and then mention another show. The more shows we listed – the more we realized we were not alone. Others in the department came out of hiding and started sharing their favorite shows; from comedy, drama, to guilty pleasure.

Television was our bonding moment.

Here is my latest schedule:

• Sunday: Amazing Race: I like to pretend that Tom and I are competing on this show.
•Monday: How I Met Your Mother: Great Cast!
•Tuesday: Oh my goodness! This has gone from the worst night on television to the best . . . . American Idol: Guilty Pleasure, Lost: Epic, and Parenthood: Potential.
•Wednesday:Modern Family: Clever and Funny, and Cougar Town: It Won Me Over with Charm.
•Thursday:The Office: Brand Loyalty Only at this Point, and 30 Rock: overall more hits than misses.
•Friday:The Soup: Who Needs Reality T.V. – Just Watch This!
•Saturday: Please, I am not a freak – even I need a day of rest!

Assignment: I am not hiding any longer…..television is great. Hey – don’t judge me!

Patience

2010-03-12T08:00:00.001-05:00

Jesus shared a parable about a fig tree that would not bear fruit any longer (Mark 13:1-9). The owner of the tree wanted it cut down but the servant asked if they could wait just one more year. The servant had faith that the tree could be redeemed.

This parable has a deeper message than I will be sharing in this blog entry but I was recently reminded of it through my Amaryllis.

I planted this bulb on Thanksgiving morning. For many months it was just a pot of mud. I kept watering the mud until one day a sprig of green appeared. I kept watering until one day a stem appeared. I kept watering until one day a bloom appeared.

When the ground is a mix of snow, mud, and brown grass – this flower knew when it needed to bloom.

Assignment: Patience

A Rose By Any Name - Still Awesome!

2010-03-10T20:21:00.003-05:00

It has been a stressful few weeks at work with increased crazy happening yesterday. So, when I walked in to the house --- Tom handed me these beautiful roses.

Assignment: Whooaa-Whooo!

Sun in West Michigan

2010-03-05T09:12:00.000-05:00

This week has been full of sunshine but I have not allowed myself to enjoy it. February was one of the grayest months on record. I believe the report stated West Michigan had four days with sun. Four Days!!!! That is depressing.

After such a month, you would think that I would be walking on sunshine but I am cautiously happy. It is like when you have a favorite perfume that you never use because you want to keep it forever. You know you love it –but if you actually enjoy it, it will eventually run out.

When did I turn into a cynic?

Oh, and just for the record, I hate that “Walking on Sunshine” song too. It is so “up with people” and once the tune is in your head it never leaves. See, I am right – you are humming it now. Sorry.

Assignment: Soak up the Sun!

A Funk

2010-03-04T08:00:00.001-05:00

I am in a funk. I started yesterday by losing one of my diamond earrings. The back came unclasped and it fell out. The good news – I know it is in my house so that will help the search party.

Then last evening I had a hair appointment. I just said, “Do whatever you want” because I am in a funk and hair is a fast and easy fix to get yourself outta a funk. I was excited while the color processed. I closed my eyes while the cut began. My imagination was running wild. Would I have short blond spiked hair? Would it be a mid-length shag in red?

Nope.

A bob. It isn’t a bad cut and it isn’t my stylist’s fault – I just find it boring. It is a shorter version of what I already had AND a cut that I have had many times in the past.

Here’s my problem; no matter what the cut, the hair is still on the top of my head. I have straight hair and an unnatural inability to style my hair. But my true desire is to have textured hair that I can wear in a wash, toss, and wear way. I would love thick, wonderful wavy layers that I can wear in casual (planned) dishevelment or sleek glamorous style.

But this is the hair I have been dealt so whatcha going to do? I guess there are worse things and I did find my earring so maybe things are starting to turn.

Assignment: Let’s start a movement to make wigs socially acceptable for all women!

43 is just too young

2010-03-02T23:24:00.000-05:00

The forty’s decade feels old. I have written it time and time again. Our bones ache when we wake up, our hair either changes color or falls out completely, and our faces start to take on the appearance of our parents. Yes, our forty’s seem old until we hear of a death.

Yesterday Tom and I attended a funeral for our niece’s husband. He was 43 years old. He was an active fisherman, a sports enthusiast, a loving father and husband. He was too young to die and Stephanie is too young to be a widow. Their boys are too young to spend the rest of their lives without their father.

A week ago he was given nine-twelve months – he died within a week. I hate cancer.

Assignment: Prayers for Stephanie and the boys because 43 is just too young.

Shaping Women

2010-02-27T12:42:00.004-05:00

My Aunt Creada Mae

My friend Linda is hosting a contest (see below on the Happy Woman Blog link). I know that by sharing this with you I am opening up the number of entries. That means, I decrease my odds of being a winner-winner, chicken dinner. But I love Linda and I love her idea of honoring the women in our lives.

Who is the Woman that Shaped Your Life:

This is my short entry:

There have been many women who have shaped the life I have today. Even those women who I do not like have played a role in me becoming me. I remember the kindness of a stranger when I was a little girl. I remember the gentleness of a Sunday School teacher who awkwardly but lovingly led our class. I remember the easy going hippy style of teachers while growing up in the 70's. My mom and daughters have naturally impacted my life. So have my friends. However, there are two women that stand out as influences in my life.

The first is my 9th grade Speech Teacher, Mrs. Nye. She saw something in me that I didn't even know existed. She really believed in me and pushed me to try new things. One of which was the stage. As an only child, that sense of make believe was one that carried me through many lonely weekends. With Mrs. Nye's direction I was able to create characters and roles in which my make believe could come alive. More importantly, the confidence I gained from this was the foundation for everything I would do from that point on.

The second is my aunt, Creda Mae. She is a three time cancer survivor. She has been a chaperon for her church youth group. They traveled the Outback- while in her 70's and in a wheelchair. She is the kindest, most honest, and most forgiving and loving woman I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. She has the faith of an angel and never let's the bumps of life stand in her way. She gives glory to God for all she has and does. When I grow up I want to be just like her! That goal is just about the highest bar I will ever achieve.

Assignment: Enter the contest (or don’t) but you better be thinking about those women who shaped you . . . .if you can, give them a call or send a note just to say hello. That includes my male readers too . . .you know who you are!

Thinking of you Lisa!

2010-02-26T21:51:00.001-05:00

Today my friend Lisa had knee surgery. She was skiing over Valentine’s Day weekend and she zigged when she should have zagged. She is an active young mom who is having a difficult time with this forced slow down.

Hang in there Lisa – many people are thinking and praying for a full recovery for you!

Assignment: Whenever life’s plans supersede your plans – there is a reason. Find the reason!

Long Week and It's Only Wednesday

2010-02-24T19:49:00.001-05:00

“Everybody’s Working for the Weekend!” Not only is this a droningly memorable song it is also the tagline for my week. I have been so busy this week that I thought today was Thursday. I hate when I do that. Talk about a hump day!

I am ready for a little R&R to get my creative juices flowing again.

Assignment: . . . .. Hang . . .on, just a little bit longer!

A Plate it Ain't

2010-02-20T08:00:00.000-05:00

Tom is a design engineer. Let’s say he works for a dinnerware company. A HUGE potential client came to the company to order new ‘plates’ for all their locations. This company is one of the top 4 in their industry so Tom’s business wanted them to buy plates in a very bad way. The HUGE buyer did not like any of the plates they saw. One was too round. One was too square. They wanted a plate that didn’t look like a plate but could serve as a plate . . . because plates are important!

So the project was listed in the department where Tom works as a challenge. Engineers would still have to complete the orders due had but if anyone wanted to try to make improvements on the plate they should. Tom accepted the challenge because he is a stud. He created a proto-type for a new plate, the perfect plate for this HUGE Company because it didn’t look like a plate at all. It looked like a bowl or a platter or maybe even a butter dish – but it was not a plate!

By the way, he did this while keeping up with the workload of orders due (he misses you Matt). Yeah, he is a stud.

The potential client was contacted. They viewed the new plate. They loved the new plate AND ordered it for all of their locations (many, many locations!). Last week the actual order was created. The line supervisor invited Tom to be there as the plates came down the line and were being placed in boxes to ship. It was a proud moment.

That supervisor told Tom that once more potential clients saw this new plate– the orders would go up. This plate was here to stay. Go Tom!

Assignment: When people tell you it is impossible to build a better mouse trap – don’t believe them!

Chaning Times

2010-02-19T08:00:00.000-05:00

Our school district, like countless others, is undergoing significant change. The difficult decision to close one (of three) elementary schools has been made. The report states that this will save our district a half million dollars. The population is dropping (rural Michigan –the worst state in the union!) so the forecasting indicates declining students.

The business side of my brain fully understands this change. All businesses are facing difficult decisions as they try to survive in this new economy. The way of doing business is shifting once again – and all careers are impacted. I understand this and know that the closing of this school will eventually become an accepted norm. The change will be hard but it will happen and people will grow comfortable with it. I know this to be true.

But the humanity side of my brain is very sad to see this closing. This is the school where our children finished elementary school. This is the school where Andy began to gain his confidence. He blossomed while at this school because of his 5th grade teacher’s belief in him. This is the school that rallied around Maddy when she was sick – pouring out their love and support for our family. Everyone at this school treated Maddy as herself – not a victim or an oddity – but they embraced her for who she is.

This school is a Golden Apple Award winner – twice! The principal, teachers, and supports staff are the kind of people you want teaching and influencing your children’s lives. Many will find a place in the district and that is good because you do not want to let go of this level of experience and talent but there will be costs involved. Our daughter Jess will be one of them. This is her first year of teaching in the district – next year she will join the hundreds of other unemployed teachers in our state.

Assignment: Pray for America’s Public Education System!

Ugly Flashbacks

2010-02-17T21:50:00.001-05:00

Healthy Maddy and Hurley the Cat

I will start this post by spoiling the ending: everything is going to be okay.

It is no secret that our family has been passing this cold virus back and forth to each other. So when Maddy started complaining about a sore throat we all figured she had what we had. Perhaps she did at one point but when the complaints increased I thought it was time to call the doctor.

I made the appointment and Tom took her in for a check during my drive home tonight. I figured they would be in the doctor’s office for a while so I called Andy just to check in and see what he was up to. Imagine my surprise to be told they were all at the hospital because Maddy needed blood work.

The last time Maddy started at the doctor’s office and ended up across the street at the hospital for blood work – our lives were forever changed by the lymphoma diagnosis. My heart started racing a bit and I had a flash of that day in July when we learned the news. I called my husband but he wasn’t able to answer the phone. I recalled Andy and told him to have dad call me ASAP. I didn’t think (didn’t fully think that is) that this would be nearly as serious but still . . . .

Turns out Maddy’s glands are swollen but she didn’t test positive for strep so they wanted to make sure she didn’t have mono (which many other students do have right now). Her white counts came back a little high but it at this point; no strep, no mono, but a bacterial infection is what we are treating.

Assignment: Wash your hands to stay healthy from that common cold. Also, please say a prayer for all of moms and dads who learned their child’s diagnosis today. The battle is long and very difficult. Pray for strength and victory the evil known as cancer!

Happy New Year

2010-02-15T09:52:00.002-05:00

The Year of the Tiger began yesterday, Sunday, February 14, 2010. I was born in a Year of the Tiger. That is about the extent of my knowledge base (which primarily comes from reading the placemat when eating Chinese). So I did a little digging to learn more……

This is what it means to be a Tiger.If you were born in 1938, 1950, 1962, 1974, or 1986 you were born under the sign of the tiger. Like the tiger, you are one of the most caring and thoughtful signs in the Chinese zodiac. You have a lot to say on the best way to right society's wrongs, and quite capable of defending children, friends, and loved ones against all enemies.

Caring, thoughtful, defender, and has a lot to say . . . yes, that fits me.

For the tiger in 2010, any recent setbacks or obstacles can be overcome, so look forward to a year in which to really shine, either personally or professionally.

Good to know!

Famous people born under the sign of the Tiger include Sheryl Crow, Tom Cruise, Leonardo DiCaprio, Dwight D. Eisenhower, Jay Leno, Marilyn Monroe, Queen Elizabeth II, and Jon Stewart.

Ugh, Tom Cruise and I in the same sentence – well I can overcome obstacles so no worries!

Assignment: Happy (Chinese) New Year

Why Valentine's Day?

2010-02-14T08:00:00.004-05:00

My Big Valentine and our little Valentines.

The combination of Sunday, Valentines Day, and my turn to do the Children’s Message at church sparked my interest. I have always heard the excuse for not celebrating the big V-Day was that it was an excuse to sell cards and candy between Christmas and Easter. Not so my friend. Not so.

Like many holidays celebrated in the world today, Valentines roots are found in a mix between pagan and Christian belief. The Christian perspective is where I will stay. In the 3rd Century, Roman Emperor Claudius II was forming his army. It was his thought that single guys made better soldiers than married men. So, in an effort to spread the love and make the world a little more peaceful, a priest named Valentine would go about performing secret wedding ceremonies.

This act didn’t set very well with the plans Claudius had so he imprisoned Valentine and executed him on February 4, 270. While in prison Valentine befriended the jailor’s blind daughter. It is believed that before his death, he restored her eye sight. He left her with a note reading “From your Valentine”.

On February 14 1537, King Henry VIII (yes, THAT King!) declared Saint Valentine an official church holiday. Saint Valentine’s Day was observed in the church until 1969. Apparently it was tired of competing with Hershey and Hallmark. Okay, I made the competition part up.

So that is Valentine’s Day: war, secret love, a miracle, the dangers of being married, and cards.

Assignment: Spread the love!

Dam Book Club!!!!!!

2010-02-13T15:18:00.000-05:00

I am a part of a book club with some amazing women. We all live near a dam so we call ourselves; the Dam Book Club. It is fun to get with these Dam Women every other month. Our evenings generally last about 4 hours with 30 minutes dedicated to the book we all just read. The group has women in their 20’s, 30’s, 40’s, 50’s and 60’s in it – so there is a lot of experience in that room. Because I live in a small town (love it!) many of the women are related in some way or another. That is a part of the small town appeal and one reason I try not to talk smack about others.

This past Friday was our meeting. Generally the hostess prepares a little something to eat with a lot of something to drink. Traditionally people bring things to add to the meal if they are able (reference my February 13 post on baking). This meeting I went to the trouble of purchasing cream cheese, tossing it in a bowl, topping it with cherry pepper jelly and bringing a box of crackers as my contribution. Yes, that is how I roll.

Holly Cats but if these women didn’t have a full on spread for us that night. Homemade breads, dips, and sweet treats were laid before me. The entrée was a selection of two soups: cheese or tomato. I had a ‘little’ of both. The drink of choice was wine and I think it best we do not count the bottles. A woman never counts and tells.

It was a joyful time. These women truly put the awe in awesome. They do it all; raise children, work full-time, plant gardens, can their harvest, mend and sew clothing, and they cook (and bake!). One or two of them have taken to making their own soaps. I hope I inherit those skills in heaven – that would be heavenly. Seriously – I mean that.

I grew up in a house where fried hamburger, boxed mac and cheese, and canned green beans were the meal de jour. I dream of being able to do it all but know my limitations enough to realize it is best if I pay others . . . .to help me . . . .do it all. I am such a capitalist!

Next book club meeting, our Dam Ladies are taking a road trip north to see the church where a nun’s body was discovered (murdered!). Going to be a good book and a good time – for sure!

Assignment: Appreciate the women in your life!

How do you have Valentines if you can't bake?

2010-02-13T14:07:00.002-05:00

“But Coach, our family doesn’t bake!” This was Andy’s response when he was told it was his turn to bring in baked goods to sell in the school store. It isn’t that we don’t like baked goods because we do, a lot. It is just we (I) seem to lack the basic skill set to do it well. Here are a few examples:

• I once made cookies and accidentally added a cup of oil instead of a cup of water. The cookies eventually baked into large, flat, sweet clumps. How do I know they were sweet? I ate them. Not all of them, that would be weird, but I did try them and found they were okay. It took me a few hours to realize my mistake, at first I just though they baked wrong.
• Maddy entered a cookie contest. The cookies looked a little thin so I suggested she add more oats. She did. The judge told her that the cookies tasted good but were too dry, next time add fewer oats. She didn't win and I think still harbors a little blame toward me.
• Once after church Andy ran up to me raving about the incredible cookie he had just eaten. I asked him to find out what kind it was – he returned to tell me it was a homemade chocolate chip cookie. Poor boy was so used to slice and bake he didn’t even know homemade was a possibility.
• This past Thanksgiving I made brownies. The kids each took a bite and groaned “they taste like medicine”. Yes, I invented medicine brownies. Let me know if you would like a copy of the recipe.

And that brings us back to the story of Andy and his turn to bring in baked goods. He took them to school on Tuesday. By Thursday I wondered how the sale was going. He didn’t sell a one. Next time I am just sending him to school with $10 – save us all the grief and humiliation.

Assignment: If you can’t bake – support those who do. I just returned from a local pie shop with scones, pies, and cheesecake in hand. Tomorrow is going to be a very good Valentines Day!

What a morning!

2010-02-10T11:18:00.000-05:00

This has been my morning.

I got a text from Maddy at school this morning. She took her Ipod to school. She dropped her Ipod in the parking lot. Someone found her Ipod. He kept it. A friend saw a boy with an Ipod that had Maddy’s photos on it. She called Maddy. Maddy then realized her Ipod was missing. She started crying (and pushing her stomach out of her throat I am sure). She told the office. She was put on a waiting list of things to investigate. She called me.

I called the office and gave them all the information Maddy had shared with me. I called the office again to file a police report. I was asked to wait because they were sure it would be returned by the end of the day.

It has been returned.

I wish the boy had gone to the office and turned in his ‘find’. I wish that several stereotypes were not involved with this boy who found the Ipod. Maddy and I had a good conversation over this – we have to push those stereotypes away. We both admitted that we ‘went there’ for a moment. I feel badly that we went there for even a moment. I feel worst that the stereotypes had support today.

Plus Maddy isn’t supposed to have her phone or Ipod at school – so that is an issue to address too. And I have – trust me.

What a morning!

Assignment: Forgiveness!

Time for a photo update

2010-02-09T12:23:00.000-05:00

I thought it would be a good time to change my photos. I don’t have many photos of “Just Nancy” because I am generally the one who is yielding the camera. So I selected these two photos for the following reasons.

The profile includes Tom and all of our children. This is a good looking group of people – don’t you think? Mostly, this is a group of really good people. I am amazed – truly amazed – at how blessed we are in terms of our children. They are all people of good character and strong faith in God. I am thankful and full of love.

The other photo (to the right of what you are reading) is of Andy and me. This gives you a good perspective of how tall he is and how non-tall I am. We took this photo on Saturday when Andy was going to the Sadie Hawkins (Cowboy theme – he had on boots) and I was going (with Tom) to see Young Frankenstein (the Broadway play). Andy said “Mom, it’s just a Sadie Hawkins dance - not the prom – so why are we taking a photo?” Well, we are because we can Andy. We are because we can.

Assignment: Enjoy the photos -

What did I expect - it is only February!

2010-02-09T11:52:00.000-05:00

Fool me once shame on you- fool me twice shame on me. That’s right SHAME ON ME. I was in complete denial. I spend so many hours of my day planning for things 3, 6, 12 months in advance that mentally I was well past winter. The warming weather, dry roads, and signs of grass here and there, well, I started to write winter off for another year.

Then this morning as I traveled on 96 toward work – I turned around. I knew my work day would start too late and the majority of it would be taken over about worry for my drive home. Now I am home and I am getting some things done.

I was fooled. Winter is not yet finished. I knew it was too good to be true.

Assignment: Button up . . . . .it’s snowing!

Super Sunday

2010-02-08T10:20:00.000-05:00

This year Tom and I decided to treat the Super Bowl as if it were some sort of national holiday. We planned a huge dinner; ribs, corn bread, baked beans, slaw, twice baked potatoes, banana cream pie and (or) chocolate malts. We started cooking Saturday so our meal would be ready by midday on Sunday. It was a feast and by 2:00 we were all stuffed and ready for naps.

When game time finally rolled around we were ready for our first Super Bowl in high definition. Because this was a year in which the Lions did not qualify I was cheering for the Colts. Our house is a football house, and a Lion’s football house at that. I often have to come up with reasons to like one team over another for the Super Bowl because the Honolulu Blue and Silver never make the cut. Oh, the celebration that will occur when they finally do – I hope that I am alive to see that.

So, this year I selected the Colts. Here is my reasoning. I have been to Indianapolis a few times – it is a nice city. I like Payton Manning well enough. He is a great QB. He is tall. He is cute in his own way. Mostly, I like him because he is funny. Nothing against Drew and the guys from the Saints but if I heard one more person say, I am cheering for the underdog I was going to spit bile. Seriously, there was no underdog in this game – it was predicted to be a close one and a close one it was.

The game was good with the second half showing some excitement. The half-time show was better than I thought it would be, ole Roger can still carry a tune and Pete can still play. The commercials were entertaining, I enjoyed most of them. I have to say I my least favorite (outside of most of the car ads), were the Boost Mobile ads. They were strange in a bad way – and really done in poor quality. The Career Builder, Snickers and Bud commercials were great.

So, that was our Super Bowl – on a Super Sunday.

Assignment: Even if you find that today you are loser . . . . . . if you are not a Lion’s fan – you still come out ahead! Here's to the end of another emotional football season!

Full Moon Maddness - The End

2010-02-04T10:33:00.001-05:00

This week has been dedicated to the freakish occurrences that occurred in our house during last weekend’s full moon. You have read about a cosmic connection to camp, the irrational happy behavior of a teenager, and my eerily phenomenal gender prediction abilities. You will have to agree, strange things happen when the moon is full! This final submission is no exception. There is no rhyme or reason behind the behavior that I am about to share. Please, do not be alarmed but this is extreme A-typical behavior. The only explanation can be full moon madness.

Last Saturday was a pretty ‘schedule free’ morning. Our family didn’t have a lot planned for the day (other than Maddy’s freakish desire to hang out with her mom). So what did we do – we all went to the wrestling tournament at the area high school. We do not have a family member on the team. Tom and I have never been to a meet in the past. The one and only time I have even attended a wrestling meet was in high school . . . . a long, long, long time ago. But we went to this tournament and stayed a few hours. It was fun – it really was – but it was difficult to watch. This is one painful sport (ouch) combined with some very ‘healthy’ young men who spend a lot of time on training their bodies. I think I just disclosed an ugly side of myself but really you would agree if you had watch– you can’t argue that truth.

Then, just when we were feeling our lives return to a form of normal we attended the high school talent show on Monday night. Were Andy and Maddy in the show? Nope. We just went. No reason other than something different to do – that supports the kids in our school. Wrestling meets and talent shows – just to support local youth, why it is madness don’t you think?

Assignment: This weekend you are challenged to find something to do in your own community – regardless of having a personal connection to it or not. Who knows what you will discover.

Full Moon Madness Part 3

2010-02-03T10:35:00.000-05:00

Old Wives Tales are a form of urban legend passed down from generation to generation. I don’t think I have too many Tales that I knowingly follow but there is one. . . .that I know is true . . . in the form of predicting a baby’s gender while in the womb. My evidence confirming the truth behind this Tale is based on coincidence and coincidence only. Fact: I have carried four babies - two boys and two girls. Coincidently, I carried the baby weight of the boys all in front and the weight of the girls all around.

Using this scientific logic, I have accurately predicted the gender of co-worker babies, and most recently a friend of our family. Our friend is carrying her weight straight on in front – and yesterday the ultrasound concluded what Nancy knew two weeks ago – they are having a boy. It is eerie how accurately awesome and useful this gift is to behold. I mean, seriously with my keen gift – who needs modern medicine any more?

Sadly our daughter Meg will have none of it and feels my gift is nonsense. She has chosen to await the gender confirmation till the time their baby is born. I am crushed in by her lack of trust in this scientific method and super awesome gift her mom has! It is a waste of sweet skills. Based on what I know, I can’t believe she hasn’t already started painting the nursery a bright shade of . . . . .!??????

Assignment: Do you follow any Old Wives Tales – do tell!

Full Moon Maddness - Part Two

2010-02-02T09:59:00.001-05:00

On Friday evening, Maddy told me that she had at least three offers from friends to do something on Saturday. She turned them all down because she wanted to spend some time with mom. Hum, Maddy is nearly 16 (March) so I first thought, what does she want; followed by what has she done, and finished with what does she want done?

But in truth we had been talking about spending the day together and so we did. We went to visit my mom which is always an interesting experience. Mom doesn’t really know who Maddy is but Madds is okay with that. Mom is always a little more animated when a child is with me – so she had some funny stories that cracked Maddy up. Alzheimer’s is a part of our life right now and I am glad Maddy is seeing the good, bad, and crazy that occurs.

Next was a trip to the mall. Have I mentioned how much I hate the mall? I hate the mall. I hate everything about the mall. Maddy loves the mall. We compromised with an hour long visit – and no smelly stores. Don’t do you hate when they turn up the heat and music while defusing their newest signature scent into the air – how does that work on young shoppers? It makes me near postal.

Finally, we closed our date with a chick-flick, When in Rome. It wasn’t a great film, dare I say it might not even be a good film but we had a nice time together. It was good to spend some one-on-one with Maddy. We did a lot of talking – and laughing – but more importantly, there were a few hugs in the mix too.

Assignment: Stare fear in the face – find a teenager to hang out with for an afternoon. It will open your eyes and change your life.

Full Moon Maddness

2010-01-31T13:10:00.003-05:00

Full moon madness has happened in the Brozek home! This was a crazy weekend and it has provided me with a few days worth of stories to share with you. I am not going to lie; with this first story it wouldn’t take much more to freak me out. Read this story and tell me what you think.

Friday I was checking out an area college that houses a wall climb. We were discussing if our children (I work with a population of children with special needs) would enjoy trying to climb this wall. Being in complete favor of the empowerment this experience can bring for a child, I shared that in the summer I volunteer at a camp for children in various stages of their cancer journey. I have seen children who have lost limbs successfully manage the wall. It doesn’t matter how high a child goes – it only matters that they put the helmet and harness on and they take that first step up.

Making that camp comment had me thinking about some of the kids throughout the day but I didn’t say anything to anyone. Yesterday morning Maddy shared with me that she had a dream (Friday night) about camp. She dreamt that it was summer and we were there for the week. Then yesterday, completely independent of each other, six of her camp friends called and texted her throughout the day. They were just checking in, saying hello, and trying to figure out a way to see each other again.

Wow! Does that send chills down your spine or what? If anything else camp newsworthy happens this week I will let you know.

Assignment: These are great kids – who in spite of all they have triumphed over – are still just kids. Lift them up in your thoughts and prayers.

Lent

2010-01-29T08:00:00.000-05:00

I have given a lot of thought into what I will be sacrificing for Lent this season. At first I thought I would give up sweets because that would really benefit me but it didn’t feel right. Now I am in prayerful consideration of the following two sacrifices:

1. Give up all extra spending outside of bills, gas, and groceries. There are a few exceptions that I have to encounter: Maddy’s birthday is during Lent and I have a hair appointment that I simply can not miss. No, I can NOT miss this appointment. But all other spending would be eliminated. This would be a good sacrifice because I have all that I really need. Lent will help me remember I have all I need during times when temptation in the form of a new sweater sale springs up.
2. Give up eating out. This would be huge, huge, HUGE for me. In my routine laziness I do not always prepare a lunch because I know I can just go out and get something. Also, there are times when we are tired or it is late during the week so we don’t make a meal – we just order out. This would be a very difficult sacrifice and one, perhaps, that would have me in a constant prayer for strength.

Whatever I end up doing I am thankful that God is full of grace. He will love me regardless of my successfulness (or lack there of). I am also thankful that I have so many blessings in my life from which to choose.

Assignment: Make your faith practice one that extends beyond 40 days and nights.

Gift Risk

2010-01-28T08:00:00.000-05:00

I have a confession to make. When it comes to gift giving there have been times when Tom and I have tried to relive our childhoods at the expense of our children. The results have not always been pretty. Underused Matchbox cars, a train set, the Easy Bake Oven, and a Light Bright are just a few examples of good memories gone wrong. We can’t help it. We really can’t. We just get caught up in the nostalgia of the moment.

This last Christmas had all the makings for another underappreciated gift. Back when we were in high school (all those many years ago) the Varsity Jacket was THE THING TO OWN if you were in a sport. The Varsity Jacket was especially THE THING TO OWN if you were a football player. But in 2010, the Varsity Jacket is hard to come by. There are a still a few players who can be seen wearing theirs but the numbers are nothing like they were in 1973 and 1980.

This year Tom had his heart set on getting Andy a Varsity Jacket. Tom knew the risk but he also knew the reward; a time when Andy as a grown man would pull out his jacket to remember his glory days. And so, on Christmas morning as Andy slowly opened the package we held our breath. We knew he would be gracious because he is a kind person but we had no idea how he would truly feel about this gift.

Turns out – he loved it and really why wouldn’t he? Look how handsome he is in this thing! He wears his jacket everywhere and he gets lots of compliments. I know it is just a sport and a high school sport at that but we are super proud of how hard he has worked for that letter. Let the glory days stories begin.

Assignment: Never stop dreaming!

Tradition

2010-01-27T08:00:00.000-05:00

The tradition began six years ago when Maddy was sick. Our friends Dave and Nancy offered to entertain the kids so we could rekindle our relationship. We went to Traverse City for a snowshoe and wine tasting get-away. It was just what we needed. The next year, with Maddy in remission and our relationship kindled, we decided to ask our older children to join us.

Over the years our group has grown to include fiancées, spouses, friends, and a few ‘babies on board’. While we don’t always snowshoe or wine taste, we do always manage to have a good time. This past weekend was no exception!

The best part of this tradition is that our children look forward to it each year. Here they are with careers, families, and lives of their own but they still like to get together with the ‘rents”. It is a special time with our older children and one that I hope continues for many, many years to come. As soon as Maddy and Andy graduate they become eligible to join us – it will be a full all family affair.

Assignment: Family Time

Happy Birthday Megan

2010-01-26T08:00:00.000-05:00

Megan was born 26 years ago today and that makes this her GOLDEN BIRTHDAY! Have a Happy Birthday Little Girl. You are a beautiful, kind, intelligent, and talented young woman. I am proud of who you are and who you continue to become.

Assignment: Party like a Rock-Star!

HOT DOG!

2010-01-21T20:00:00.000-05:00

I like hot dogs. Okay, step back I know what they are made of but they taste good. Hot Dogs taste super-duper good. Thankfully I do not eat a lot of hot dogs but when the craving hits, I gotta fix that hankering. So when it last hit I decided to stop in on an old favorite.

This place used to be THE place to go for fast service, cheap prices, and two dangerously delicious Greek Chili Dogs and a side of fries. It was not uncommon for their lunch time line to be outside the building. The wait was never long and well worth it – because of the dogs. It had been a while since I visited this place. Oh how excited I was to place my order for the special: mustard, onions, and that special Greek Chili sauce. I have to confess; I pulled out of the drive thru and coasted into a parking spot. I just needed a bite to get me through the last part of my drive. A little tease of anticipation for what was soon to come.

I am not sure what happened and obviously I am still trying to figure it out. Does my memory deceive me? Where these dogs really always – just okay – not the best around? Is it because I now work in the “big” city and I have access to more hot dog stands so my standards have changed? Could it be that the business has changed their secret recipe for success?

Hot Dig-it-itty Disappointment!

Assignment: If you know the place of which I write, please stop in get a few dogs and let me you know what you think?

Hello Are you there?

2010-01-20T08:00:00.000-05:00

Sometimes when I write this blog I imagine I am on the stage in a large auditorium. The lights are bright but I think I see a few people scattered in the back seats.

I open with a few soft balls stories just to get a feel for the mood.

Silence

(Tap, Tap, Tap) “Hum, hello is my key board working?”

I quickly change the pace with a fast pitch. This story has it all – comedy and controversy. This will raise a few emotions.

(Cricket Sound . . .Cricket Sound)

Maybe I am alone? Would that change the level of enjoyment I get writing this?

Maybe, I don’t know.

Is it because I don’t have cute little children to share with you?

Is it because I don’t live on a ranch?

Perhaps it is because I don’t have a string of men I sex-up then dish about each night?

Maybe my writing just isn’t good? My spelling errors and creative grammar isn’t for everyone I realize.

Maybe blog readers treat the writing like a book. You don’t interact with the author of a book. You just read, form opinions, and then host a book club to talk about it. I don’t think there is a Hard Way to Learn blog club?

I would like a book where the author allowed for feed back after each chapter read. That might be fun. I have a lot of opinions.

Assignment: If you care to comment, I am here. I just wanted you to know that. Don’t feel pressure but if you want to say hello, I am here.

Imagination

2010-01-19T08:00:00.000-05:00

Today I spent a large percent of my drive behind a Buick Enclave. When we first met, the driver gracefully extended her gloved hand to toss a cigarette butt out the window. That movement alone created a full image of her in my mind. I imagined her to resemble Cruella from Disney’s 101 Dalmatians. I expected her dark hair to be piled atop of her head and her lips to be stained a vibrant red. Her facial features would be sharp – pointy even. She probably was multi-tasking while smoking, driving, drinking gourmet coffee, listening to the stock exchange, and laying out the day’s assignments for her over-worked and underpaid assistant.

That was fun and it killed about 20 miles of thoughts.

Then her gloved hand extended again to toss out another cigarette butt. Now my imagination became a quest to get a glimpse of Ms. Cruella. I bid my time until our travel routes would allow me to drive side-by-side this chain-smoking lady.

What a disappointment! She did not look like my mind’s design at all. She was a plump woman with permed and graying hair. She actually resembled one of the Fairy Godmothers from Sleeping Beauty. All she needed for that was a pointy hat with a scarf flowing from the tip.

Crushing!

Assignment: Sometimes it is best to leave the wonder in things alone.

Super Powers

2010-01-18T08:00:00.000-05:00

I have not taken the time to figure out how many people stop in on this blog but I believe I have one loyal fan (Tom is such a good friend and partner!) and one or two other regulars. Because of the closeness of our group, I am going to trust you enough to share some possible crazy thoughts I have. These are not random – I have spent time on them. Please, do not judge me.

If I could be any animal in the world, I think I would be a house cat. I have many things in common with my house cat, Hurley. We both like to sleep a lot. We both are moody. We both express our indifference to things in a very public manner. Yet, we are both cute at times and when we do want to cuddle we commit to it fully.

If I could have any super power I would have the power to jump like my cat. There are times I find him on top of the refrigerator. How does he do this? I think I would like to be able to jump here and there like my cat does. I also would like to be able to do flips in mid-air. My cat does this from time to time when he is chasing his imaginary friend or trying to catch a fly. I always think: cool cat. Cool Cat!

If I could have another super power, I would like to know what people are thinking about me when I meet them. I would not use this power all the time because I think it might be hurtful to my feelings. But used on occasion, I think this gift could be helpful. This power would help me stop embarrassing myself and thus stop my suffering from the uncomfortable after taste of regret. I would like this power.

I would not want the ability to read minds all of the time. Sometimes I am in meetings or at social events and my mind takes a little vacation. I start thinking silly thoughts about the person speaking, what I am having for dinner, how bad my toe nail polish is chipping. I can only stop myself when I realize that there just might be someone in the room who can read my mind. I would be very embarrassed if this happened. I would not want that mind reading super power but I would welcome a special signal to let me know if someone in the room could read minds. That would help me know when to pay attention.

Thanks for listening . . . hey, you were listening right?

Assignment: Have some fun – share the super powers you wish you had.

Note to Tom: You do not have to post because we will play this game on our long drive up north this weekend. I know how much you love when I have us play these types of games. You had better start thinking about what animal you would be right now.

So Many Stories!

2010-01-16T08:00:00.000-05:00

I have so many stories that involve my immediate family (teens) but I can not share them with you. I want to (and perhaps under the right circumstances I could be convinced to TELL you) but right now the stories will have to remain vibrant in my head. They are not ready for paper.

It was so much easier to have young children who enjoyed being the focal point of my stories. They never regarded how silly or sweet the stories would make them appear. Teens have way more rules to live by and they are way less agreeable to sharing their ‘business’ with others – much less their parents.

Assignment: Learn to respect the teens in your life . . . .but you don’t have to like it.

Lady Truth Isn't Always Pretty

2010-01-15T08:00:00.000-05:00

If you are a man about to read this – you may want to stop right now. This edition is laced with lady truths and they ain’t pretty. However, this might prove insightful for men because this is what your lady love is dealing with each and every day so buy her some flowers!

If you are a woman, under the age of 45, then you must read this because I am about to get real – really real – and it aint’ pretty. I am pulling back the veil for you – my much younger friend. I am here for you. You, in all of your sweet innocent ideals of how gracefully you will age, love yourself now. Love yourself now. I remember when I thought like you but then I turned 47 and all heck has broken loose.

Hair: I have been enhancing my natural hair color for many years. My mom was prematurely grey and she kindly passed that trait on to me (and I gift it to you my sweet children). But now portions of my hair are building a resistance to the coloring. My stylist Kyle is AWESOME but he is merely a man. He can not change the force of which my pigmently challenged follicles are springing forth. Every five weeks I am in his chair BEGGING for a break through in hair color science (I mean come on smart science guys get on this!).

The gray hair is bad but it doesn’t compare to the amounts of hair I appear to be loosing in the shower everyday. I am no smart science guy but even I know that it is only a matter of time before my economic supply and demand for hair will turn unbalanced. I do not feel this is fair and it makes me mad at my hair. Really angry!

Gray hair may stink and loosing hair may suck but what the heck is happening to my face. A few months ago I woke up to see a 13 year old boy in my mirror’s reflection (you get the idea.). Let me just state, I couldn’t dial the salon’s number fast enough – this was now a job for professionals.

Hips: I am finished with my birthing years but my hips apparently have not been informed. My hips continue to spread like the Texas flatlands. No matter how much weight I lose or how many squats I do, those bones are never going to come together again.

Heat: Cherish the cold chills you are feeling sweet young ladies. My internal thermostat is providing me with daily foreshadowing of what is yet to come. “That’s Hot” has a less appealing definition now that I am 47!

Wrinkles: I felt I was ahead of the game in this arena, I really did! After all, I always wore my sunglasses as I basked in the sun for most of my teens and twenties. Umm, warm restful days in the sun – bronzing my body (and face) all natural like, just the way God intended. But as we all know, pride comes before the fall. Recently I awoke to find a full map of major highways and county access roads surrounding my eyes. I am ashamed to confess that I have actually considered Botox. I would have already done it but I am having a hard time getting past the fact that Botox is poison. Poison and a needle near my eye – just enough creep factors to keep me wrinkled.

Keegles: If you have had or plan to have children, you better heed these words . . Keegles 3 times a day – set of 10 each time. Make this a part of your everyday routine for the rest of your life. Trust me on this, for I do not lie, you will thank me when you can freely run, jump, cough, or laugh! Trust me.

These truths will not be found in a magazine. They will not be shared by your close friends. They will not be found in journals or diaries. These are the things we never talk about but I am . . . I am spreading the truth. You know I feel enlighten, free, joyful - like a young woman again.

Assignment: Keegles, Sunscreen, and a Healthy lifestyle will provide you with a strong foundation as you age. Love yourself and learn to laugh at the changes you will experience. It makes life much easier!

Haiti

2010-01-14T11:23:00.000-05:00

For most of America, I do not believe it is possible to fully understand the chaos and destruction that Haiti is experiencing at this time. I hope our world will unite in thoughts, prayers and action for the people of Haiti, the government of Haiti, the Mission work occurring in Haiti, and for those persons from around the world who were/are working and visiting Port-au-prince at this time. I cannot imagine the fear that these people are facing. Never mind the loss of an individual’s worldly possessions, but the fact that this earthquake creates a shortage of basic needs (food, water, shelter) combined with magnitude of lives lost. This is a time of true unknown for so many. It breaks my heart.

I believe something good can come from this. I am hopeful that, for at least a time, it will give our media something to rally our nation around beside the Conan/Leno/American Idol/Bachelor changes. I am seeing other nations quickly springing into action. I find hope in that. From what I understand, governmental/economic progress had been made in Haiti. I continue to hope that through the hard work of rebuilding, we continue to see progress in government and economy for these people. I know many American’s will rally together with prayers, money, and strong hands to be a part of the transformation.

Finally, I would like to share a rant on Rev. Pat Robertson. I truly wish that he would stop providing his interpretation of God’s actions on our earth. I am Christian. I believe in God. I do not believe in Rev. Robertson’s harsh and condemning comments based on a slave rebellion in 1791 Haiti. I believe that God has provided all with freedom of choice. I believe that God is full of Grace and Forgiveness. I believe that God does not allow or prevent bad things from happening in our world. Everything that occurs is an opportunity to grow closer or further from Christ. Everything that happens is an opportunity to build endurance and character.

Rev. Robertson’s comments would indicate that the people of Haiti have been secluded from God’s freewill since that ‘pack’ in 1791. His comments would indicate that I have done something better than the people of Haiti to have the blessings in my life. His comments are harsh, condemning and lacking in one of the most powerful tool’s faith has: hope. Where there is HOPE there is GOD. So please, Rev. Robertson do not speak on behalf of this Christian. We do not share the same vision of Christ.

Assignment: Lift your prayers for our world as we unite to save Haiti. If you are giving money, please make sure you give to secure sources (for example: Red Cross, Salvation Army, and Lutheran Brotherhood). And most importantly, be thankful for the many blessings God has given you – may you share them with others.

What I am Reading Right NOW!

2010-01-13T20:24:00.001-05:00

Because I was starting to feel better last night I was finally able to pick up a book again. Isn’t it ironic that when you are sick you have plenty of time to read but you don’t have the energy to concentrate on anything other than sleeping or mindless television? Being sick is such a waste of time. Anyway, because I was finally feeling better I picked up my copy of Half Broke Horses by Jeannette Walls. You may remember this was on my ‘must read’ list for the Holidays.

I loved Wall’s memoir The Glass Castle so I was nervous about picking up her second novel. So often an author knocks it out of the ballpark with their first story but then struggles to continue that magic in follow-ups. Well worry not. Half Broke Horses is a page turner! It is the story of Walls grandmother, told in first person and it captures your attention with the first page. Heck, it captured my attention with the first sentence!

Half Broke Horse will catapult you into another time!

http://books.simonandschuster.com/Half-Broke-Horses/Jeannette-Walls

Assignment: You have some reading to do . . . .!

I hab been sithk

2010-01-12T15:14:00.000-05:00

WOW! It has been a while since I have had a full on head cold but this one won hands down. Saturday, after our marathon of errands I came home climbed into bed and stayed. Today is the first day (Tuesday) I have felt anything close to normal. Tomorrow I will return to work. I still haven’t taken our Christmas decorations down for the year. I think it will be okay.

Assignment: Cough into your elbow. Wash your hands

Time Space Continuum

2010-01-09T09:08:00.002-05:00

It should be obvious that I am no Einstein, I have much better hair, but this week I believe I experienced a Time-Space Continuum and lived to tell about it. My calendar is deceiving; it shows a normal work week of five days so I can not use this as proof. Instead I will have to use the bags under my eyes as clear proof that some how this first week of the New Year was actually a 30-day work week.

I am now into the weekend and there is no rest in my future. I have been battling a head cold and the cold is officially winning. I have to go into town to run a million errands because I couldn’t over the snowed in holidays. Speaking of which, Santa is still staring at me daily so I suppose it is time to put away the Christmas decorations.

I think the Time-Space Continuum continues on . . . .

Assignment: If you have too many things to do and not enough time to do them, find a friend to share in your suffering. Oh Tom, guess what you are doing this weekend!

A Must View

2010-01-05T21:44:00.002-05:00

Have you ever been fortunate enough to meet someone who you instantly knew was a good person at their very core? I have had this pleasure a few times in my life. Valerie Nin is one such person. She is bright, cheerful, and has an ever present smile on her face. If these qualities were not enough she is also a culinary expert. No seriously, culinary E.X.P.E.R.T . . . . with the paper to back it up.

If you are looking to go to a happy place for a while, check out her website http://web.me.com/ninv/Sweet_Blogging/Blog/Blog.html. I highly encourage you to view her photography section but be prepared to feel your waistband tighten and your pant’s button strain because just looking will add inches!

Assignment: Bon appetite

Extra Assignment: I can not figure out how to make the link live so you can just click on it to be routed to the site I want you to see. If you read this and know how I can accomplish this 'simple' move please share. Thanks

Happy New Monday - Real Life

2010-01-04T11:39:00.000-05:00

Happy New Monday! I did spring out of bed this morning with a smile on my face and determination in my heart; this was going to be a great first New Monday! I bounced (kind of) out of bed, checked the school closings, showered, dressed, woke the kids, and made my way outside. It was 7:20 and I was on track for my 7:30 AM dentist appointment.

At 7:35 I called the dentist to let them know I was stuck at the top of my hill. I would be running late. At 7:45 a young man finally stopped to see if I needed help. He shoveled me out of the snow and towed me onto the main road. It was about this same time my children were coming up the hill. They stopped to make sure I was alright and then they got stuck on the ice. The Good Samaritan’s Tracker could not pull them up the ice so we flagged down a diesel. The diesel had to help, not only because we looked so pathetic but we were blocking the whole road and he needed to get down the hill.

Finally at 8:05 everyone was on their way. The kids received a tardy at school and I traveled my 60+ mile commute with cold feet and a strained grip on the steering wheel. I am stopping at the store on my way home to get a shovel and kitty litter for Andy and my car! I might even bribe Tom into letting me take the Jeep half of this week.

On a bright note, the snow plow was coming down our road when we were all being towed to safety.

Happy New Monday indeed!

Assignment: Drive safely.

Mission Accomplished

2010-01-03T11:59:00.002-05:00

On the onset of my (nearly) two weeks Christmas break I set some “lofty” goals for myself. Today, on this final day of vacation, it is time to suit-up and measure my success to failure rate.

Family: Four straight days of Christmas Celebration followed by snow days with everyone trapped like rats in a science experiment equates to time with family. . . Mission SO Accomplished.

Friends: Squeaked in some quality friend time on Christmas evening and New Years Eve but I was nursing a sore throat and a house full of sick males when my annual “Chick Flick and Dinner” took place . . . Mission Nearly on Target.

Food: Cuban Chili, Corn Bread, Cheesy Scalloped Potatoes, Ham, London Broil, Almond Syrup Baked French Toast, Quiches, Fudge, etc, etc, etc . . . .Mission Accomplished to Perfection.

Books Read:
The Help: Charming characters teamed with a level of suspense means you want to read more. A pleasant interjection of history make The Help a perfect reading get away. You don’t have to have hours to spend on this book – it is a great pick up read for any woman. Note: This is 100% Southern Chick Lit.

The Private Lives of Pipi Lee: This book is not uplifting and at times a bit ‘been there done that’ with the sex, drugs, and spiraling out of control life style. However, when the writer focuses on Pipi at age 50 – and her relationship with her mother, husband, and children (especially her daughter) the book is haunting and thought provoking. It is in those honest moments that the reader (if a woman of an age to have aged mom, husband and grown children) will find herself reflecting on her own personal relationships.

The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society: A surprise read for this holiday break (thanks Megan!) and one that I will complete by end of day. Don’t let the title of this book fool you – this isn’t a cheeky Sweet Potato Pie adventure of the Housewives of This Place or That. This is a look a life on the Island of Guernsey (England) during World War II and the story (fictional) is told completely through letters. The story has some flaws but the two (yes, TWO) authors know how to mix history with compelling characters and I predict screenplay within two years.

Books Read: I had four on my list and a surprise entry was submitted mid-game. I was also distracted by SEVERAL old movies on TCM and Fox Classics. I completed three of the five books. . . .. Mission Malfunction.

Snowshoe: Yes! I found my way out of my hibernation pattern not once but twice this holiday vacation! The other days I walked on the treadmill in my new (Christmas gift) super cute workout clothes. You know, even if working out at home, looking good is feeling good and if that leads to my lazy butt on the treadmill even better. The day is far from over so there might (MIGHT) be a final vacation snowshoe in my near future. … Mission Accomplished!!

Assignment: Ease back into your reality . . . . Pat yourself on the back for doing something (anything) over these past few weeks. It is okay to be your own cheerleader once in a while and in these days of snow, cold, and blowing winds we all need a cheer or two.

An Ode to Ms. Meryl Streep

2010-01-02T14:32:00.000-05:00

Dearest Meryl,

I believe we first met in a small theater in Grand Haven, Michigan. I was in high school. A few friends and I had nothing to do so we went to the Grand Theater to see a little film called The Deer Hunter. I was moved. Our next encounter came in the form of Kramer vs Kramer. In the beginning, you seemed so heartless but I knew there was something deeper involved. The more you revealed the more I knew our relationship would grow.

It was easy to become one of your fans. Your abilities are deeper than mere acting. You actually become the role and in return, what I was watching became more than a movie. Through the years, and there have been many, I have made unimaginable choices with you, strived for immortality with you, and felt the wild rush of the river with you. If I am being honest, there were times when I hoped our visit would be a quick one. But it was never you – it was me, really my interests cannot always be adapted or come back from the edge. Okay, once it was you – She-Devil???

My dearest Meryl, this week I have had the pleasure of cooking with you and sharing in the many complications of life. Thank you for showing the world how beautiful age 60 can be on a woman. Thank you for once again making me laugh, cry, and contemplate. We began our friendship in 1978 and I hope that we have many more years together.

Fondly,
Nancy

Assignment: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meryl_Streep

Old Family - New Families

2010-01-01T15:27:00.010-05:00

A wonderful Christmas Photo of our old family. These are some good looking kids don't you think?

Now for our New Families . . . .

Megan and Brian and Baby (in June) make three in 2010.

Jess and DJ tie the knot (in August) 2010

Jake and Laura (plus Bella the Sweetest Rescued Dog) dating into the New Year

Maddy, Steve, and Andy - When you look this good you have to keep your options open for 2010

Tom and I will celebrate 20 years of marriage ( in May) 2010. We truly continue to count our many Blessings.

Assignment: In Celebration of the New Year gather your family (whatever that means for you) and take a photo to mark this moment in time. Happy New Year!

Happy New Monday!

2009-12-31T13:03:00.001-05:00

December 31, 2009 – New Year’s Eve: the traditional holiday where we proclaim: “Out with the old and in with the New!” A magical time where the world reflects on all of our shortcomings and vows that together we will strive to be better people. We will pay off debit, take care better care of ourselves, and take better care of others. Then we drink the night away because we all know the magic of a better life begins to wear off soon after the ball has dropped.

I personally gave up resolutions a long time ago. I feel there are enough opportunities for humility and failure in this world without self imposing unachievable standards on myself. Sure, I generally do well the first day or two but then the ugly stench of failure takes hold. I can’t handle that smell anymore. That is why in 2010 I will celebrate Mondays! Each Monday is like a mini New Year Day. Each Monday brings with it a chance to start a diet, begin to exercise, or welcome the work week with a happy smile. Plus, I have 52 Mondays a year which is much better than putting all of your hopes into one single night.

Yes, I think I am onto something genius with this New Monday tradition! I am sure that after nearly two full weeks of vacation, when that alarm goes off this coming Monday morning I will jump out of bed with joy and celebration in my heart. “Happy New Monday”, I will shout and prepare myself of the glorious week awaiting. And if that doesn’t work . . I will still have 51 more Monday’s to get it right.

Assignment: Resolve to do what makes you happy this year and if you fail – don’t give up because we all deserve second chances.

Holiday Goals

2009-12-22T20:08:00.004-05:00

This time tomorrow I will be easing into vacation for eleven wonderful days. I am ready for some R&R in a big way. The vacation will be full of family, friends, and food. I can’t wait. In addition to all the Christmas fun, I have made some personal goals that I really hope I accomplish.

Goal One: Read, read, read. Our next Damn Book Club selection is “The Help” by Kathryn Stockett. This book is receiving positive reviews and continues to remain on the New York Best Seller list. There is good reason for this – the book is a great read! Everyday I look forward to my quiet time when I can dive a little deeper into the lives of the three main characters.

I also have three other books calling for my attention: “The Private Lives of Pippa Lee”, by Rebecca Miller, “Half Broke Horses” by Jeannette Walls, and “The Good Thief” by Hannah Tinti. I just realized that all of the books on my ‘get-to’ list are authored by women and for two (Stockett and Tinti) this is a first book. What a great added bonus for Goal One, wish me luck!

Goal Two: Snowshoe. I have a love-hate relationship with snowshoeing. Once I actually bundle up and head outside I love it but all that layering, the initial cold, and thoughts of physical movement are things I hate. Plus, this activity isn’t something I think of naturally. But the weather forecast tells me I will have plenty of fresh snow on the ground so the time is right. Plus, I have strategically placed notes to myself here and there as a reminder to get up, get out, and get active. This goal has to happen!

Assignment: Allow the Christmas Spirit to include rejuvenation for your weary spirit.

Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree

2009-12-19T16:19:00.002-05:00

When Tom was in Kindergarten (1960) he made this little Christmas tree. The paint is starting to chip and the paper is starting to wear. But we love it and tenderly pack and unpack it each year.

Assignment: Remember when a child makes you a gift, they are putting their heart and soul into the project. Accept the gift with love and understanding of the joy it will bring you each and every year.

Christmas Sights

2009-12-19T15:53:00.010-05:00

It's begining to look a lot like Christmas

Computer Distress

2009-12-14T11:28:00.001-05:00

The power source for my computer has taken leave so please be patient for the next edition of a Hard Way to Learn. It will be coming soon . . . . .

Snow Day

2009-12-09T08:52:00.000-05:00

The Nation has been blanketed in snow and our little community is no exception. It is a snow day. I love snow days. I still have to work (brought home a bag full of work last night in preparation) but there is something special about a day when you know everyone is stranded at home.

My children are still sleeping in and I am still in PJ’s and a Robe. The old farm house is chilly and the cat is mesmerized by the falling snow. I have Good Morning America on in the back ground and I am loving every minute of this quite morning.

I think I will start a fire in the fireplace and make some hot tea. Today is going to be a great snow day!

Assignment: Stay cozy and safe where ever you are!

Happy Birthday Andy

2009-12-02T21:08:00.003-05:00

In honor of Andy’s 17th Birthday (December 3) this edition of A Hard Way to Learn will highlight a few of the reasons why I love this kid so much.

When Andy was a little boy, he would match his socks to whatever outfit he was wearing. If the shirt had a green stripe and a yellow stripe, he would make sure he was wearing one green and one yellow sock.

In first grade, Andy insisted on wearing a tie to school. He asked us day in and out until we finally gave him one of Tom’s old ties to wear. We were certain that this would only last a day but we were wrong. He liked to dress up – his job was school and he wanted to be prepared.

Throughout the day, you will hear Andy humming, whistling, or singing a song.

He invented his own sandwich. It is disgusting so I will not list the ‘ingredients’ but he invented it in elementary school and will still make it to this day.

He likes Tom Petty, the Beatles, the Boss, Melloncamp, Queen, and Aerosmith.

He gets dressed-up to take his finals. He still wears a tie but his socks are both black.

He prays in public. He will lead a prayer for an injured teammate or say the blessing over a meal.

He hates when the party is in his honor.

Andy will go to social functions alone. He is fully confident that once he gets there he will find or make a friend. He always does.

When we were in a car accident the doctor ordered us to remain home for a week. The last day we were together Andy prepared a breakfast and served it to me in bed. He told me it was because I spent the week taking care of him. He had just turned 10 years old.

He loves his friends and will do anything for them.

He loves when his brothers and sisters come to visit him.

Andy makes me laugh at least once a day.

Happy Birthday Andy!

Ichthus

2009-11-29T22:30:00.000-05:00

When Maddy was first diagnosed with cancer, we were in the hospital from July 20 till October 12, 2004. That first week home, we made it nearly a week before she experienced complications that sent us quickly back to the hospital. I have to confess I was feeling pretty overwhelmed and more than discouraged. There might have been a little self-pity tossed in too, I can’t remember.

What I can remember is on my day “off” from the hospital, I walked into a tattoo studio for a little encouragement. I asked for a small fish to be tattooed to my left hand. I am not sure how much of this was an act of impulse or a deep need for a lasting mark of this journey; a remembrance.

Now five years later, this sign of Christ continues to be an active reminder that I am not alone. I am surprised at how many times people will notice this small sign. I often get “is that real” or “I see that you are a Believer” but there are times when I am asked what it means. I am thankful for those moments. I am thankful that God provides me with the right words to share in those moments. I am thankful for the growing courage I am finding as those moments present themselves. I am thankful for all that our family learned about faith during Maddy’s journey. I am thankful that I am not alone in this world.

Assignment: During this Advent Season let your heart be open to the many blessings, great and small, that occur in your life. Remember Christmas as your sign that you are never alone.