Life’s unexpected plans are often worth the ride. This past week, no – strike that – this past month, I have been reminded of this over and over. The run down:
Run (pun) Down One:
I had been training for the River Bank Run 25K (15.5 miles) which was scheduled to happen about a month after my first Half Marathon, the Gazelle Girl Half Marathon & 5K (GGH). The week before the GGH I pulled something in my right leg – up near the groin (ewww, groin area). I kept running through it and after the race, I continued to run through it ... until I couldn’t run anymore. The muscles in my legs were cramping around the clock and I couldn’t walk (not to mention run) without a limp. Our bodies are pretty frickin smart to over compensate for how dumb we can be. Good thing!
Today, I am slowing returning to running after an interesting 3 week break. Here is what I learned (this is A Hard Way to Learn, after all). Never underestimate the importance of cross training – that isn’t just window dressing. If you are going to run, and run distance, you have to add yoga for the stretch, walking/biking for working the other muscles in your body, and some strength training to help with core development. Also, you have to swallow your pride and stop doing what is hurting you . . as a friend told me “You’re not an elite runner, you don’t depend on this for income. You do it for health and happiness”. Right! I learned – if I am not happy or healthy doing it – It is time for a break.
I also learned, or dare I say was reminded, I am so lazy. It is so easy to be lazy . . I like it way too much. That 25 pounds lost have been waiting for a chance to get back on board. Yikes!
Run (pun) Down Two:
Medical Maddy Strikes again. Our daughter is a lightning rod for all things medical. If you have followed this blog, you know she has had a hell of a life journey. The thing about Maddy, if she is going to get sick – she does it big time. Last week she complained of a sore throat. It increased throughout the week and even with a doctor visit and antibiotics, she wasn’t getting better. Turns out she had an abbesses on her tonsil and if you think a groin muscle pull is gross . .you don’t even want to hear what an abbesses on the tonsil means. Let’s just say, OMg!, what is pouring out of your mouth? Yea, I hope you are not eating or anything right now – but I keep it honest peeps.
So, it was clear our ‘awesome day together’ with a lunch, a trip to GRAM, visit to Titanic, a delish dinner, and a first (for her) visit to the ballet to see Romeo and Juliet was not going to happen. Instead I saved the vacation day, worked from home while she slept. But, last night the most wonderful thing happened! Tom, Maddy, Andy and I were all home – together on a Friday night - with college aged children. And, we gathered around the television and watched Maddy’s choice: Gangster Squad. This hasn’t happened in nearly forever and it was heaven. Simple joy and happiness!
Did you get my puns? Sometimes I am so clever I hurt myself.
Assignment: I stumbled upon Smart Girls at the Party (Amy Poehler) and I highly encourage you to visit. Especially if you are, have been, or know of any young women in your life. Plus, there are some seriously funny finds there (duh, it’s Poehler). www.sgatp.net . . . do it!
A HARD WAY TO LEARN: Even at 50, life is still trying to teach me lessons.
Saturday, May 18, 2013
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
Empty Nest Break . . .
College is ending for another year and today is our last day as an empty nest couple. I can’t lie to you; I have bitter-sweet emotions on this one. Obviously I love, and more importantly, actually like our college kids but . . .
Listen, Tom and I have established this new pattern to our routine and frankly, we like it. We like doing dorky things like watching (interactively) Jeopardy. We like not having dinners together. We like being in the same home but not necessarily in the same room together – and in contrast, we have fabulous conversations while just kicking back and letting the stress of the day wash out of us. We love our spontaneous date nights. We love the freedom of just acting like adults . . who are temporarily childless.
Then there are the things we like to do, outside of our relationship: he has golf and football (which really never stops you know – did you know that?? Coaches work at least 11 months a year. Plus, just for the record, he is a volunteer coach – give him the props folks. I, for one, know I will be a little less critical of the sideline now that I am in the game from this position). But, I digress . . . he has golf, football, and his workout routine. I have running and arts/cultural and about a zillion television shows I enjoy. We have a nice blend of us/me time and we like it.
I understand that once the kids return, will still be these people but now we have to remember how to share – with children – who have been adults for 10 months. Young adults who have set their own schedules, made their own rules, and created their own hours . . and now they are back in our home.
Yap, this is a bitter-sweet return to a full house.
Assignment: Remind me of this in August when I am crying because my college aged children are leaving home again, will you?
Listen, Tom and I have established this new pattern to our routine and frankly, we like it. We like doing dorky things like watching (interactively) Jeopardy. We like not having dinners together. We like being in the same home but not necessarily in the same room together – and in contrast, we have fabulous conversations while just kicking back and letting the stress of the day wash out of us. We love our spontaneous date nights. We love the freedom of just acting like adults . . who are temporarily childless.
Then there are the things we like to do, outside of our relationship: he has golf and football (which really never stops you know – did you know that?? Coaches work at least 11 months a year. Plus, just for the record, he is a volunteer coach – give him the props folks. I, for one, know I will be a little less critical of the sideline now that I am in the game from this position). But, I digress . . . he has golf, football, and his workout routine. I have running and arts/cultural and about a zillion television shows I enjoy. We have a nice blend of us/me time and we like it.
I understand that once the kids return, will still be these people but now we have to remember how to share – with children – who have been adults for 10 months. Young adults who have set their own schedules, made their own rules, and created their own hours . . and now they are back in our home.
Yap, this is a bitter-sweet return to a full house.
Assignment: Remind me of this in August when I am crying because my college aged children are leaving home again, will you?
Friday, April 12, 2013
Final Thoughts Before the Half
When I first considered a return to running, I actually did it because I realized all the health problems I was having were 100% my fault. What a humbling notion! Throughout my 40's, I had played around with exercise classes, here and there, but none of them stuck. The only sport I had really ever enjoyed in life was running.
But I was out of that game for so long, and I knew how much it would hurt to return, I didn’t think it was ever going to be a possibility for me again. Plus, and let’s be 100% honest here: I am inherently lazy, I was more than 25 pounds overweight, and I was getting old. And those are some bad odds, folks.
But as life will often happen when you let go of control, I found that I was surrounded by people I really liked, and many of them had one thing in common: they were runners. Inspired and envious of their stories teamed with my humble realization that I was my own worst enemy: I started out with the Couch to 5K program and on October 1, 2011 returned to running with my first 5K.
Funny thing about running, it is a solo sport and you can plan to do it for yourself – but in truth, it is one of the most inspiring and connected sports out there. Without the support of family and friends, many runners would return to the couch. My family is my motivation: I want to set a good example and they inspire me by their amazing courage to tackle new adventures. My friends, and there are so many, are my inspiration: runners are a giving and supportive group and I have met so many beautiful people through this return.
And so here we are, one day away from my first ever half-marathon. I have to say, I am proud of myself because I will finish this race one way or another. But more than that, I am filled with joy because I know more than 3,000 other women are feeling the same way I am RIGHT NOW. They have logged the miles, felt the self-doubt, and depended on the support from others to get them through this most united solo-sport that has ever been created.
Salute!
Assignment: Put those bad thoughts away – run your race like you life your life: Full OUT!
But I was out of that game for so long, and I knew how much it would hurt to return, I didn’t think it was ever going to be a possibility for me again. Plus, and let’s be 100% honest here: I am inherently lazy, I was more than 25 pounds overweight, and I was getting old. And those are some bad odds, folks.
But as life will often happen when you let go of control, I found that I was surrounded by people I really liked, and many of them had one thing in common: they were runners. Inspired and envious of their stories teamed with my humble realization that I was my own worst enemy: I started out with the Couch to 5K program and on October 1, 2011 returned to running with my first 5K.
Funny thing about running, it is a solo sport and you can plan to do it for yourself – but in truth, it is one of the most inspiring and connected sports out there. Without the support of family and friends, many runners would return to the couch. My family is my motivation: I want to set a good example and they inspire me by their amazing courage to tackle new adventures. My friends, and there are so many, are my inspiration: runners are a giving and supportive group and I have met so many beautiful people through this return.
And so here we are, one day away from my first ever half-marathon. I have to say, I am proud of myself because I will finish this race one way or another. But more than that, I am filled with joy because I know more than 3,000 other women are feeling the same way I am RIGHT NOW. They have logged the miles, felt the self-doubt, and depended on the support from others to get them through this most united solo-sport that has ever been created.
Salute!
Assignment: Put those bad thoughts away – run your race like you life your life: Full OUT!
Thursday, April 4, 2013
Mind Blowing Thoughts:
It has been my history, that houses with lilac trees in the yard have always been the ones to feel most like home.
It is completely possible that I am beyond the age I often thought my friends parents were back in the day. That age, by the way, was old: very, very, old and I do not feel THAT age.
Spring brings out the most diversity in clothing options. This is not always a good thing nor is it ever a horrible thing, but it is a fact.
Assignment: Thursday means cupcake day in 2013. Best resolution I have ever made (and kept, so far). Never too late to set a goal for 2013 . . . what will it be?
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
Is Marriage a Separation of Church and State?
I do not profess to be an expert in this area, so know that going into this reading. Also, know that you may have strong disagreement to my opinion, which doesn't devalue either of us in any way.
The United States Supreme Court is currently in deliberation regarding same-sex marriages. The debates are filled with heat and passion on both sides. My simple summary: The Court is reviewing a federal constitutional right that was established by our forefathers in 1776. When our forefathers defined what marriage in America would be based on their principals and beliefs at that time. That is the fact that is being debated.
Since 1776, States (and our nation) has had issue with the following heterosexual marriage laws:
•Interracial marriages were illegal until the 1960s.
•In many states, the legal marriage age was 13; providing access to heterosexual adults (over the age of 18-21) to marriage heterosexual children ages 13-17.
•All 50 states allow marriages to dissolve at any point in the marriage: 24, 48, 72 hours. The perks of this grow based on the status of one’s celebrity.
•All 50 states allow heterosexual individuals to marry as often as they desire. The perks of this grow based on the status of one’s celebrity.
Interesting . . . . . .. . .
One of the greatest oppositions to same-sex marriage comes from a religious difference in Gods’ intentions on marriage. This begs me to ask: Is the issue of marriage – all marriage – a separation of church and state? If so, and the Bill of Rights is upheld then religion doesn't factor into this legal decision. Let’s be honest, it would be easier to be able to pick and choose our support of the amendments based on our own preference (free speech, right to bare arms . . just a couple of examples) but we kinda need to be fair all around when it comes to the Bill of Rights. We can’t use it as our baseline of support for one issue and ignore it on others. Seems to me, and I might be wrong, but it seems to me that marriage might fall under the Ninth Amendment.
So why is the separation of church and state so important, well in the words of Thomas Jefferson: “Believing that religion is a matter which lies solely between man and his God, that he owes account to none other for his faith or his worship, that the legislative powers of government reach actions only, and not opinions, I contemplate with sovereign reverence that act of the whole American people which declared that their Legislature should "make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof," thus building a wall of separation between Church and State (Letter to the Danbury Baptists, 1802).
Now don’t get me wrong, I fully believe that God’s law out weights all man-made rules. This is one reason I get frustrated with the disagreements within churches over man-made rules, but another subject for another time. I also believe that our walk if faith is a difficult one. Are there verses in the Bible that reference a union is between a man and a woman? Yes, clearly there are. But there are also verses that take positions on slavery and tattoos. There are stories that support if a man dies, his wife is promised to his brother. There are stories where David plots to kill the husband of a woman he loves so he can have her. There are stories where Ruth plots to sleep next to a man so that he will be confused and wed her.
The thing is, the Bible is a good and holy book . . it speaks God’s word. The Bible is also confusing to ‘we the people’. Often we use segments to support our position (as I just did) without fully disclosing or studying the full intention of the word. The Bible can be confusing (to me at least) because it doesn't spell everything out for us, and it forces us to study and seek more wisdom so we grow in our faith. But there are some elements that are pretty clear and are the foundation for how we are to try to live.
ONE: 'You shall have no other gods before Me.'
TWO: 'You shall not make for yourself a carved image--any likeness of anything that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth.'
THREE: 'You shall not take the name of the LORD your God in vain.'
FOUR: 'Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy.'
FIVE: 'Honor your father and your mother.'
SIX: 'You shall not murder.'
SEVEN: 'You shall not commit adultery.'
EIGHT: 'You shall not steal.'
NINE: 'You shall not bear false witness against your neighbor.'
TEN: 'You shall not covet your neighbor's house; you shall not covet your neighbor's wife, nor his male servant, nor his female servant, nor his ox, nor his donkey, nor anything that is your neighbor's.'
And in summary of those 10 Commandments:
"Teacher, which is the greatest commandment in the Law?" Jesus replied: " 'Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.' This is the first and greatest commandment. And the second is like it: 'Love your neighbor as yourself.' All the Law and the Prophets hang on these two commandments" (Matthew 22:36-40).
Interesting . . . . .
Assignment: Love one and other.
The United States Supreme Court is currently in deliberation regarding same-sex marriages. The debates are filled with heat and passion on both sides. My simple summary: The Court is reviewing a federal constitutional right that was established by our forefathers in 1776. When our forefathers defined what marriage in America would be based on their principals and beliefs at that time. That is the fact that is being debated.
Since 1776, States (and our nation) has had issue with the following heterosexual marriage laws:
•Interracial marriages were illegal until the 1960s.
•In many states, the legal marriage age was 13; providing access to heterosexual adults (over the age of 18-21) to marriage heterosexual children ages 13-17.
•All 50 states allow marriages to dissolve at any point in the marriage: 24, 48, 72 hours. The perks of this grow based on the status of one’s celebrity.
•All 50 states allow heterosexual individuals to marry as often as they desire. The perks of this grow based on the status of one’s celebrity.
Interesting . . . . . .. . .
One of the greatest oppositions to same-sex marriage comes from a religious difference in Gods’ intentions on marriage. This begs me to ask: Is the issue of marriage – all marriage – a separation of church and state? If so, and the Bill of Rights is upheld then religion doesn't factor into this legal decision. Let’s be honest, it would be easier to be able to pick and choose our support of the amendments based on our own preference (free speech, right to bare arms . . just a couple of examples) but we kinda need to be fair all around when it comes to the Bill of Rights. We can’t use it as our baseline of support for one issue and ignore it on others. Seems to me, and I might be wrong, but it seems to me that marriage might fall under the Ninth Amendment.
So why is the separation of church and state so important, well in the words of Thomas Jefferson: “Believing that religion is a matter which lies solely between man and his God, that he owes account to none other for his faith or his worship, that the legislative powers of government reach actions only, and not opinions, I contemplate with sovereign reverence that act of the whole American people which declared that their Legislature should "make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof," thus building a wall of separation between Church and State (Letter to the Danbury Baptists, 1802).
Now don’t get me wrong, I fully believe that God’s law out weights all man-made rules. This is one reason I get frustrated with the disagreements within churches over man-made rules, but another subject for another time. I also believe that our walk if faith is a difficult one. Are there verses in the Bible that reference a union is between a man and a woman? Yes, clearly there are. But there are also verses that take positions on slavery and tattoos. There are stories that support if a man dies, his wife is promised to his brother. There are stories where David plots to kill the husband of a woman he loves so he can have her. There are stories where Ruth plots to sleep next to a man so that he will be confused and wed her.
The thing is, the Bible is a good and holy book . . it speaks God’s word. The Bible is also confusing to ‘we the people’. Often we use segments to support our position (as I just did) without fully disclosing or studying the full intention of the word. The Bible can be confusing (to me at least) because it doesn't spell everything out for us, and it forces us to study and seek more wisdom so we grow in our faith. But there are some elements that are pretty clear and are the foundation for how we are to try to live.
ONE: 'You shall have no other gods before Me.'
TWO: 'You shall not make for yourself a carved image--any likeness of anything that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth.'
THREE: 'You shall not take the name of the LORD your God in vain.'
FOUR: 'Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy.'
FIVE: 'Honor your father and your mother.'
SIX: 'You shall not murder.'
SEVEN: 'You shall not commit adultery.'
EIGHT: 'You shall not steal.'
NINE: 'You shall not bear false witness against your neighbor.'
TEN: 'You shall not covet your neighbor's house; you shall not covet your neighbor's wife, nor his male servant, nor his female servant, nor his ox, nor his donkey, nor anything that is your neighbor's.'
And in summary of those 10 Commandments:
"Teacher, which is the greatest commandment in the Law?" Jesus replied: " 'Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.' This is the first and greatest commandment. And the second is like it: 'Love your neighbor as yourself.' All the Law and the Prophets hang on these two commandments" (Matthew 22:36-40).
Interesting . . . . .
Assignment: Love one and other.
Monday, March 25, 2013
Happy Birthday Maddy Jo
It is funny how things can just hit you while in the middle of day-to-day life. Today is Maddy’s 19th birthday and today is the first birthday that she and I have spent it apart. I realized this while walking into my office today,. . .and suddenly there was an answer for my melancholy. Our baby has grown-up and is living life as she decides. You think this would get easier after doing it so many times with our other children, but it doesn’t.
Maddy’s life began with a clear determination to do things her way. She was the only child who missed her delivery date by days. She was waiting for a time when her arrival would be notice: a scheduling that she determined and foreshadowing of our future. Unlike her tiny siblings, Maddy entered this world a healthy and bountiful 10 pounds 1 ounce; and with her first breath, she was ready to take on the world.
Maddy’s determination would serve her well in life, months battling colic, years batting night terrors, and one very long year battling cancer. She has felt the turbulence of friendships ending, the heartbreak brought on by boys, and the crush of having to work hard to prove yourself, if only for her own sake and no others. If you have meet Maddy, you know her determination will challenge you to listen, to seek fairness, and to work for understanding. As she has matured, I have seen her deep sense of sympathy; empathy and understanding nurture this determination into compassion. Her dream is to enter Human Service field, as a Child Life Specialist, and help children who are battling their bodies’ illnesses. Little does this young woman know how many she has already helped in her short 19 years on this earth. I hope she understands the light that she shines is by far one of her greatest gifts. Blessings!
But for today, I will honor Maddy by thinking of her as little wild haired girl ever ready to sing; You are my Sunshine, and run into my arms each night when I came home from work. Happy Birthday sweet Maddy, you are a beautiful woman. I treasure the secret laughs and tears we share.
Assignment: Lift up the lives of those who are young: and celebrate the needed changes they are making in this world.
Friday, March 15, 2013
Friday: Must be true confession day!
I try to keep this blog real: an honest look at my thoughts, emotions, and perspective on life. This said, I also have to come clean on some weak moments. Today is one of those days. I am working from home today and only now realized that I am wearing: Santa PJ pants (pink), A Groundhog Day Sweatshirt (light blue), and Shamrock socks (green). This is a true story.
I was going to post a photo but I think your imagination is more powerful. Plus, you know.. . .once it is on the Web – it never goes away. A photo could hurt my future fashion consultant modeling contract.
Serious business happening in this outfit - serious business.
Assignment: Dress like a holiday!
I was going to post a photo but I think your imagination is more powerful. Plus, you know.. . .once it is on the Web – it never goes away. A photo could hurt my future fashion consultant modeling contract.
Serious business happening in this outfit - serious business.
Assignment: Dress like a holiday!
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Inventory on on the first 6 months of 50
It has been a while since I have written in this blog. Life priorities are out of balance and I am working hard to right this soon. In turn, this just adds stress so what I really need to do is just let go. Anyway, I have been keeping up with my musings on facebook https://www.facebook.com/nbrozek and twitter https://twitter.com/nabrozek if you want to read my ‘speak before you think’ ramblings.
I am six months into my 50’s and thought it might be nice to take an inventory of what this milestone year means. Since the celebration, my body has been trying to run amuck. I have been officially diagnosed with, an inconvenient at its worse, little medical issue. The cure, a pill and complete redesign of what I can and cannot eat; for the rest of my life – or suffer the spasms. While this has taken some getting used to (I miss you tomato and lemon), I have lost weight and I can still have cupcakes so, really, inconvenient is all this is to me.
I have also had a bit of a more serious health scare. My routine checkup found some questionable results. Each time I was given the green light – a recheck would create another round of questions. From November – February I played a game of ‘hide and seek’ with the medical world. After a biopsy, all is good: the only thing hurting is my checkbook for the tests and procedures I was put through. I might write more on this later – but peeps, get those breast exams!!!! Enough Said.
In January, I got to have my first colonoscopy. Results were good and the process was easy. Don’t let fear talk you out of this. The prep was not that bad. I wanted to have it help me lose 5 pounds until my loving husband reminded me that that would mean I was always carrying around 5 pounds of shit. So, perspective is good.
In a few recent videos and photos, I have noticed the gravity is finally taking hold. My face is dropping into a woman of 50 face. Whatever, it was bound to happen sometime.
However, after all of this, the one thing that I really cannot tolerate is that my mortal enemy: my hair – has started to position itself as boss. There are two prominent locations in which it refuses to cover with the color of my choice. I am not going down without a fight . . .this hair of mine can win the battle but I’ma goin’ win this war. It is on hair – challenge accepted.
In short, six months into 50 and all is right with the world. Continue to play on . . .
Assignment: How did I make it to this age without a good (public) nickname? I need one for the last 50 years of my life . . suggestions?
I am six months into my 50’s and thought it might be nice to take an inventory of what this milestone year means. Since the celebration, my body has been trying to run amuck. I have been officially diagnosed with, an inconvenient at its worse, little medical issue. The cure, a pill and complete redesign of what I can and cannot eat; for the rest of my life – or suffer the spasms. While this has taken some getting used to (I miss you tomato and lemon), I have lost weight and I can still have cupcakes so, really, inconvenient is all this is to me.
I have also had a bit of a more serious health scare. My routine checkup found some questionable results. Each time I was given the green light – a recheck would create another round of questions. From November – February I played a game of ‘hide and seek’ with the medical world. After a biopsy, all is good: the only thing hurting is my checkbook for the tests and procedures I was put through. I might write more on this later – but peeps, get those breast exams!!!! Enough Said.
In January, I got to have my first colonoscopy. Results were good and the process was easy. Don’t let fear talk you out of this. The prep was not that bad. I wanted to have it help me lose 5 pounds until my loving husband reminded me that that would mean I was always carrying around 5 pounds of shit. So, perspective is good.
In a few recent videos and photos, I have noticed the gravity is finally taking hold. My face is dropping into a woman of 50 face. Whatever, it was bound to happen sometime.
However, after all of this, the one thing that I really cannot tolerate is that my mortal enemy: my hair – has started to position itself as boss. There are two prominent locations in which it refuses to cover with the color of my choice. I am not going down without a fight . . .this hair of mine can win the battle but I’ma goin’ win this war. It is on hair – challenge accepted.
In short, six months into 50 and all is right with the world. Continue to play on . . .
Assignment: How did I make it to this age without a good (public) nickname? I need one for the last 50 years of my life . . suggestions?
Sunday, January 27, 2013
Happy Birthday Megan
This weekend, my daughter Megan celebrated her 29th Birthday. It is hard to believe how quickly time has gone by since this little bundle of joy entered the world. Megan is undeniably beautiful, but this beauty pales in comparison of her intelligence and compassion for others.
In her 29 years she has already achieved so much: an outstanding running history that she is reviving, exemplary academic achievements, and an adventurous career history that includes firefighting and Emergency Nurse. She has also married her true love, and together, they have two sweet children who will undoubtedly grow into fine and giving adults.
Megan is a good friend, sister, wife, mother, and daughter. She is a blessing and gift to this world. Happy Birthday Megan, I wish you are year of joy, peace, and amazement.
Assignment: Believe you CAN do whatever you dare dream.
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Timeline
Recently a photo of me was posted on Facebook. I have to confess, I was taken back a little when I saw it. It is a promotional photo that was taken in the mid-90's for a college I attended. They were featuring their graduates and the career choices they had made since school. I find it a little funny that it is still on the wall but how nice that so many people are seeing me as I remember myself. Dorian Gray would be jealous.
As I looked at the photo I was taken back a bit by how young I appeared. I was probably 34-35 years old, but now, looking back, that age looks so young. This photo is the image that captures how I think of myself. It is the image I recall when I envision myself in life, so in reality when I see my reflection, I am always a bit surprised by the person looking back. There is no way to deny it, I am getting older. It is more than a number game, there have been significant changes to my body, face, hair, and to my way of thinking - my spirit . . and it is sometimes startling to be reminded of it. The photo that started this reflection was taken only 15 years ago (if that) but what a full lifetime that has passed in those short years.
This is my Grad Photo. As a teen, my life was spent living in the moment. Not a care or concern - as you can see by my flawless skin. Life without worry is good for the skin - the tanning I did, not so much.
I believe this was taken when I was 23 years old. The hair, the clothes = the 80's. Nuff said.
My 10-year class reunion in 1990. I was 27 years old but less carefree in such a short timeframe.
The Photo that generated this reflection. If only I knew then, the number of things I didn't know -I didn't know yet. But, that is why my blog is "A Hard Way to Learn".
The decade of my 40's was a challenging one. We faced many of life's uncertainties in this decade: career changes, health issues, parent's death, empty nest transitioning, and so much more. This was a difficult decade and the sweet beautify of youth was passed to a new generation. This was the most defining 10 years of my life to date. It set the stage for what I am about to become . . scary and exciting at the same time.
This is me at age 50. It is the start of my quest to realize my true potential and purpose for being given the gift of this life.
Assignment: Love yourself as you are right now, whatever place you might be in know that you are perfect. Celebrate your youth and carefree nature. Embrace your maturity and knowledge you have gained through time. Where ever you are in age, know that your beauty really is found in your character.
As I looked at the photo I was taken back a bit by how young I appeared. I was probably 34-35 years old, but now, looking back, that age looks so young. This photo is the image that captures how I think of myself. It is the image I recall when I envision myself in life, so in reality when I see my reflection, I am always a bit surprised by the person looking back. There is no way to deny it, I am getting older. It is more than a number game, there have been significant changes to my body, face, hair, and to my way of thinking - my spirit . . and it is sometimes startling to be reminded of it. The photo that started this reflection was taken only 15 years ago (if that) but what a full lifetime that has passed in those short years.
Assignment: Love yourself as you are right now, whatever place you might be in know that you are perfect. Celebrate your youth and carefree nature. Embrace your maturity and knowledge you have gained through time. Where ever you are in age, know that your beauty really is found in your character.
Monday, December 31, 2012
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year
It is hard to believe that our family was gathered together to celebrate Christmas just a short week ago, but it is true. Now Tom and I are alone, after spending a few days together in Chicago, and preparing to celebrate the incoming 2013.
Hope everyone has had a wonderful week of rest, relaxation, and reflection.
Max looking good for the holidays.
Baby Phia's first Christmas
Super Heros
Max got Playdoh and played with it for hours.
Family Photo
Fun with crackers and crowns
Assignment: Merry Christmas and Happy New Year
Hope everyone has had a wonderful week of rest, relaxation, and reflection.
Assignment: Merry Christmas and Happy New Year
Monday, December 17, 2012
Finding Hope
This week I am having a hard time forming words. The tragedy of the Sandy Hook Elementary murders is haunting. I truly grieve for the people of Newtown and like many, am lifting the first responders, the school, the families, the precious children, and the town up in my prayers. Even for a Christian, this tragedy is one that creates more questions than answers. I am seeking, searching, and hoping for resolve of some nature.
Sadly, what I am seeing within the world of social media is harsh, angry comments pointing blame and creating a divide. Our President of the United States has had to visit four communities in his one term in office to comfort and mourn the loss of lives taken in mass murders. Four visits to share the collective sorrow of our people in four short years.
How long will we continue to shout for a solution while we hold firm to our personal beliefs in what is right? Isn’t it time that we have a conversation around gun control, the mental healthcare system, not to mention the sensationalism of media and entertainment in American today? No one is saying that guns will be banned but seriously, why is it unacceptable to discuss the all too easy access to semi-automatic guns? Why is it not okay to have a discussion on why people would need guns of this caliber without screams that rights are being taken away?
Let me ask you this, if not a discussion on gun control – what is the answer? What will keep our streets safe? In my lifetime, I have encountered guns used in anger and ignorance on four separate occasions: The loss of my cousin to a foolish game of Russian Roulette, a high school drive with a good friend and her boyfriend who was carrying (unknown to us until the end of the night when we were told he was seeking revenge), a classmate who was shot and killed our senior year, and a friend who was sitting on her porch this past fall when caught in gang cross fire. The gang crossfire, by the way, was after a football game and it was between two 14-year old children. For the record, I grew up in middle class suburbia not the inner city.
I don’t want to restrict your second amendment in any way but I ask that you respect my rights to discuss solutions. I don’t ask that you agree with me but I ask that you understand my belief that no person outside of the military or law enforcement needs access to high powered semi-automatic weapons and massive amounts of ammunition. If you try to listen to me – I will try to listen to you. Perhaps in our listening we can find a solution for those who come after us.
Regarding mental health, can we agree that there are serious issues within our current system? Can we agree that there are countless levels of personality disorders and that we do not have a system to keep these people or their loved ones (and others) safe if these disorders grow to violent tendencies toward self or others? Can we stop turning a blind eye to this issue? Can we have a discussion on what is needed to break the social taboo that seeking help means that you are broken? This is at crisis level and something must be done. We are not discussing those who scam the system for personal gain, so put that tired defense away. We are speaking of those who need, want, and seek help but are turned away, unsure of what to do, or simply do not have access. If you don’t believe people or stories like this are true, call me for some very personal stories. I will share these if it will help this discussion begin.
Finally, I do want to say a few words about the troubling social media messaging that is saying this tragedy happened because we are a Godless culture. You are right; the world is Godless for the most part. Evil has and will continue to happen because God has given us freedom and choice. America is one of the most believing nations in the world, yet this and other tragedies continue to happen. Today, there will be another murder, a drunk driver, a suicide, a violation. Bad things happen. I pray they didn’t but this is what it is to be human. Called by Christ, our actions, deeds, and words are to help bear witness, mercy, forgiveness, love, and comfort. Let me ask you, what does your messaging say to a young Christian? What is it saying to a non-believer? Is it more of a taunting than comfort? Is it a “I told you so” instead of a let me help bring you bring peace? Brothers and Sisters in Christ, be careful your tongue is used to praise God and that we are used for His will. Am I making a judgment here, yes, yes, I am.
You know, you don’t have to agree with me on all or any of these points. That is My point. Even if we disagree, let’s do it with respect, love and a united desire for solution.
Assignment: Romans 5:3-4 3 Not only so, but we[a] also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance;4 perseverance, character; and character, hope.
Where there is Hope there is God. I pray we all keep our Hope Alive.
Sadly, what I am seeing within the world of social media is harsh, angry comments pointing blame and creating a divide. Our President of the United States has had to visit four communities in his one term in office to comfort and mourn the loss of lives taken in mass murders. Four visits to share the collective sorrow of our people in four short years.
How long will we continue to shout for a solution while we hold firm to our personal beliefs in what is right? Isn’t it time that we have a conversation around gun control, the mental healthcare system, not to mention the sensationalism of media and entertainment in American today? No one is saying that guns will be banned but seriously, why is it unacceptable to discuss the all too easy access to semi-automatic guns? Why is it not okay to have a discussion on why people would need guns of this caliber without screams that rights are being taken away?
Let me ask you this, if not a discussion on gun control – what is the answer? What will keep our streets safe? In my lifetime, I have encountered guns used in anger and ignorance on four separate occasions: The loss of my cousin to a foolish game of Russian Roulette, a high school drive with a good friend and her boyfriend who was carrying (unknown to us until the end of the night when we were told he was seeking revenge), a classmate who was shot and killed our senior year, and a friend who was sitting on her porch this past fall when caught in gang cross fire. The gang crossfire, by the way, was after a football game and it was between two 14-year old children. For the record, I grew up in middle class suburbia not the inner city.
I don’t want to restrict your second amendment in any way but I ask that you respect my rights to discuss solutions. I don’t ask that you agree with me but I ask that you understand my belief that no person outside of the military or law enforcement needs access to high powered semi-automatic weapons and massive amounts of ammunition. If you try to listen to me – I will try to listen to you. Perhaps in our listening we can find a solution for those who come after us.
Regarding mental health, can we agree that there are serious issues within our current system? Can we agree that there are countless levels of personality disorders and that we do not have a system to keep these people or their loved ones (and others) safe if these disorders grow to violent tendencies toward self or others? Can we stop turning a blind eye to this issue? Can we have a discussion on what is needed to break the social taboo that seeking help means that you are broken? This is at crisis level and something must be done. We are not discussing those who scam the system for personal gain, so put that tired defense away. We are speaking of those who need, want, and seek help but are turned away, unsure of what to do, or simply do not have access. If you don’t believe people or stories like this are true, call me for some very personal stories. I will share these if it will help this discussion begin.
Finally, I do want to say a few words about the troubling social media messaging that is saying this tragedy happened because we are a Godless culture. You are right; the world is Godless for the most part. Evil has and will continue to happen because God has given us freedom and choice. America is one of the most believing nations in the world, yet this and other tragedies continue to happen. Today, there will be another murder, a drunk driver, a suicide, a violation. Bad things happen. I pray they didn’t but this is what it is to be human. Called by Christ, our actions, deeds, and words are to help bear witness, mercy, forgiveness, love, and comfort. Let me ask you, what does your messaging say to a young Christian? What is it saying to a non-believer? Is it more of a taunting than comfort? Is it a “I told you so” instead of a let me help bring you bring peace? Brothers and Sisters in Christ, be careful your tongue is used to praise God and that we are used for His will. Am I making a judgment here, yes, yes, I am.
You know, you don’t have to agree with me on all or any of these points. That is My point. Even if we disagree, let’s do it with respect, love and a united desire for solution.
Assignment: Romans 5:3-4 3 Not only so, but we[a] also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance;4 perseverance, character; and character, hope.
Where there is Hope there is God. I pray we all keep our Hope Alive.
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Adios el Taco Bell
Fifteen years ago today, I had to admit to myself that I had a problem. I had become entrapped by Taco Bell. It began in 1980, when the first Taco Bell moved in a mere 10 minute drive from high school. We were able to do off campus lunches and my friends and I were lured by the promise of high food volume at a low price.
It was there I fell in love with menu basics. I am not a fancy franchised food gal, I like the core – the simple delights mass production has to offer. Oh, the beautiful flavor of the bean burrito with a package of hot sauce. The crisp delight of a corn shelled taco or tostada. Oh, the taste bud pleasures created by whatever ‘meat’ substance they use on their product – simply addictive.
Over the years, I would dabble. A splurge here, a purge there but by 1997, my need had grown. Damn you cheap and fast Tex-Mex! I found myself getting a fix weekly, maybe twice a week. With each trip my cravings grew. It was never enough.
I remember the day clearly, one of my daughters and I were going to see the Nutcracker. We decided to grab some fast food beforehand. Clearly, Taco Bell would be the place to go. I mean, what better way to say; Feliz Atracon, than with Taco Bell. I am sure we went big, dropped maybe $7 or $8 dollars for our treats. Then we ate without a care in the world until it hit me – what the heck am I doing? What the heck am I eating? Why the heck do I do this so frequently?
And like that, I stopped. Today marks the 15th anniversary of taking my life back and making December 13, 1997 the last time I “made a run for the boarder”
Sometimes, I remember what it tasted like and I miss it.
Assignment: Feliz Atracon – wondering what that means . . .Google it from Spanish to English.
It was there I fell in love with menu basics. I am not a fancy franchised food gal, I like the core – the simple delights mass production has to offer. Oh, the beautiful flavor of the bean burrito with a package of hot sauce. The crisp delight of a corn shelled taco or tostada. Oh, the taste bud pleasures created by whatever ‘meat’ substance they use on their product – simply addictive.
Over the years, I would dabble. A splurge here, a purge there but by 1997, my need had grown. Damn you cheap and fast Tex-Mex! I found myself getting a fix weekly, maybe twice a week. With each trip my cravings grew. It was never enough.
I remember the day clearly, one of my daughters and I were going to see the Nutcracker. We decided to grab some fast food beforehand. Clearly, Taco Bell would be the place to go. I mean, what better way to say; Feliz Atracon, than with Taco Bell. I am sure we went big, dropped maybe $7 or $8 dollars for our treats. Then we ate without a care in the world until it hit me – what the heck am I doing? What the heck am I eating? Why the heck do I do this so frequently?
And like that, I stopped. Today marks the 15th anniversary of taking my life back and making December 13, 1997 the last time I “made a run for the boarder”
Sometimes, I remember what it tasted like and I miss it.
Assignment: Feliz Atracon – wondering what that means . . .Google it from Spanish to English.
Sunday, December 9, 2012
I Must Confess - I like Cheese
Let me begin this week’s entry with a disclaimer. What you are about to read may sound like it is coming from the mind of an art snob, but trust me, that isn’t the case. This post may be dangerously close to the insult fault-line but remember this; I sought each of these occasions out personally. I spent time and money to willingly and eagerly attend so what this is in fact is a confession for my love of cheese.
I love cheesy things. Nachos notwithstanding, I recently realized that I crave cheesy entertainment. It began with Weird Al Yankovic at an outdoor concert in the 1980’s. I don’t remember much of this concert. I wasn’t under any influence, I simply just wasn’t overwhelmed. He was entertaining, I am sure. I have to guess I laughed a little, but the only memory that really stands out is a woman in the crowd with a haircut I really liked.
That’s the fun of cheesy entertainment, you never know if you are going to truly love it, cringe, cry, or slink to the back of the room hoping not to be seen.
The next, “I HAVE TO GET TICKETS TO THIS” concert was Gallagher. There was a large group of us going to this one. We had tickets in the front few rows of the show. The real threat zone, because a smashing watermelon is Gallagher’s signature move. Back in these days, I had to be to work at 6:00 A.M. (a key reason I hate mornings so much today), and this was a weeknight concert. I remember he had a lot of sight gags and it was a long show. It was a very long show. I feel asleep for a while but awoke in time for the signature move, so worry not.
For Trans-Siberian Orchestra, we traveled through a snow blizzard to attend this sold out performance. I love rock and roll (cue Joan Jett) and I love Christmas, so a band that plays rock and roll Christmas music is, well . . .let’s just say it. It is a Christmas Miracle. The music that you hear on the radio is even more awesome when heard performed live. These hairband throwbacks swing their golden locks round with pure abandonment. Everything is going perfectly and then for the second act, they break into songs you DON’T HEAR ON THE RADIO. At one point, I fell into a restful sleep only to wake moments, hours, I don’t know -but sometime later, and the same song was still playing! Show was saved with the indoor pyrotechnics – very cool.
This falling asleep in public thing, should I worry?
The follow-up for Trans-Siberian was Mannheim Steamroller. Let me be very clear about this – I L.O.V.E this group’s music. It makes me happy and we traveled more than 2 hours to see this show. This was going to be the holiday show of a lifetime. The music was perfection, without question. However, I was distracted as I had to bear witness to the matching powder blue tuxes the musicians were forced to wear. I think this group makes a lot of money, and to this day, I do not understand this fashion statement. Um, hello, 1970 or retro chic? Maybe they never change their uniforms much like a baseball player in a winning streak? Whatever the case, I was getting over the shock only to have it replaced with a movie shown behind the band while they played on in seriousness. I can only describe it as ‘Game of Thrones’ to Christmas Music. On the upside, I stayed awake the whole time.
Next on the list was Blue Man Group at the Palace. Travel for this one was more than three hours. I had to see this show for work, no kidding. I was expecting full-on eye-rolling, stifled giggles and a nap. This did not happen because I liked this show, a lot. My eyes were not rolling; they were fixated on the drummers behind the Blue Men. These guys were a-maz-ing. They put on a great show with all their jumping and pounding. They never stopped. I can’t believe there isn’t a Blue Man Drummer Fitness for WII or something, cuz that would sell. For me, it is a onetime only show but it was a really good one time.
Most recently on the list was the Cirque Du Soleil and local Symphony. Again, a show for the Holidays so the music was favorable and the performers were death-defying. Okay, I don’t think anyone’s life was in peril but their limbs were continuously at risk for charilehorses. It was pretty cool.
So as you have read. I like Cheese and I am not ashamed who knows. Now if you will excuse me, A tonight is the Hallmark Holiday Special movie on ABC and I must get ready to watch it. Someone grab the crackers, this is going to be great!
Assignment: Embrace your guilty pleasures.
I love cheesy things. Nachos notwithstanding, I recently realized that I crave cheesy entertainment. It began with Weird Al Yankovic at an outdoor concert in the 1980’s. I don’t remember much of this concert. I wasn’t under any influence, I simply just wasn’t overwhelmed. He was entertaining, I am sure. I have to guess I laughed a little, but the only memory that really stands out is a woman in the crowd with a haircut I really liked.
That’s the fun of cheesy entertainment, you never know if you are going to truly love it, cringe, cry, or slink to the back of the room hoping not to be seen.
The next, “I HAVE TO GET TICKETS TO THIS” concert was Gallagher. There was a large group of us going to this one. We had tickets in the front few rows of the show. The real threat zone, because a smashing watermelon is Gallagher’s signature move. Back in these days, I had to be to work at 6:00 A.M. (a key reason I hate mornings so much today), and this was a weeknight concert. I remember he had a lot of sight gags and it was a long show. It was a very long show. I feel asleep for a while but awoke in time for the signature move, so worry not.
For Trans-Siberian Orchestra, we traveled through a snow blizzard to attend this sold out performance. I love rock and roll (cue Joan Jett) and I love Christmas, so a band that plays rock and roll Christmas music is, well . . .let’s just say it. It is a Christmas Miracle. The music that you hear on the radio is even more awesome when heard performed live. These hairband throwbacks swing their golden locks round with pure abandonment. Everything is going perfectly and then for the second act, they break into songs you DON’T HEAR ON THE RADIO. At one point, I fell into a restful sleep only to wake moments, hours, I don’t know -but sometime later, and the same song was still playing! Show was saved with the indoor pyrotechnics – very cool.
This falling asleep in public thing, should I worry?
The follow-up for Trans-Siberian was Mannheim Steamroller. Let me be very clear about this – I L.O.V.E this group’s music. It makes me happy and we traveled more than 2 hours to see this show. This was going to be the holiday show of a lifetime. The music was perfection, without question. However, I was distracted as I had to bear witness to the matching powder blue tuxes the musicians were forced to wear. I think this group makes a lot of money, and to this day, I do not understand this fashion statement. Um, hello, 1970 or retro chic? Maybe they never change their uniforms much like a baseball player in a winning streak? Whatever the case, I was getting over the shock only to have it replaced with a movie shown behind the band while they played on in seriousness. I can only describe it as ‘Game of Thrones’ to Christmas Music. On the upside, I stayed awake the whole time.
Next on the list was Blue Man Group at the Palace. Travel for this one was more than three hours. I had to see this show for work, no kidding. I was expecting full-on eye-rolling, stifled giggles and a nap. This did not happen because I liked this show, a lot. My eyes were not rolling; they were fixated on the drummers behind the Blue Men. These guys were a-maz-ing. They put on a great show with all their jumping and pounding. They never stopped. I can’t believe there isn’t a Blue Man Drummer Fitness for WII or something, cuz that would sell. For me, it is a onetime only show but it was a really good one time.
Most recently on the list was the Cirque Du Soleil and local Symphony. Again, a show for the Holidays so the music was favorable and the performers were death-defying. Okay, I don’t think anyone’s life was in peril but their limbs were continuously at risk for charilehorses. It was pretty cool.
So as you have read. I like Cheese and I am not ashamed who knows. Now if you will excuse me, A tonight is the Hallmark Holiday Special movie on ABC and I must get ready to watch it. Someone grab the crackers, this is going to be great!
Assignment: Embrace your guilty pleasures.
Sunday, December 2, 2012
Happy Birthday Andy
A fellow blogger shared a story about her young daughter’s good deed to help a homeless man. This story reminded me of my son Andy, who on Monday will leave the world of teens to become a twenty something. Andy is a kind soul. His gentleness and caring nature are some of his greatest character traits.
When he was a little boy, we visited the local fire station for the annual Fire Safety Celebration. We were greeted by the area volunteer fire fighters who served cider and donuts while offering rides on the fire truck. After sampling all the fun, I noticed that Andy was having a deep conversation with his little sister, Maddy. They looked like they were negotiating a serious issue. I then watched Andy walk over to a fire fighter and hand him something. I asked him what he had done, his reply was a casual “We gave them our allowance”.
That morning they had each been given a quarter or maybe it was fifty cents, not a lot of money to most of us but for a single digit child, it was EVERYTHING. Andy had been so moved by the work these volunteers do, the food they shared, and the fun they provided that he wanted to give them a gift of thanks. I may have shared this story before but it is worth repeating because I never want to forget that day.
Flash forward to a few years ago, when Andy was a senior in high school. We were Christmas shopping and he was nearly done with his list and his cash supply. He had $12.00 remaining when we walked outside. A Salvation Army bell ringer was at his kettle and Andy walked over and gave him $5.00, not a single but nearly half of all he had remaining. When I asked him what made him give such a generous donation his reply was a casual “He was alone and it is cold outside”.
These are only two examples to help capture in words our son’s kind spirit.
Andy is currently a college sophomore. He is studying to become an elementary school teacher: a profession that is overworked, underpaid, and demands that he be invested in the sake of a child’s life. What a perfect place for him in this world.
Happy 20th Birthday Andy, you never fail to amaze me or make me laugh.
Assignment: If you know the boy, then send him warm wishes. If you don’t know him – thank a teacher for what they do to bring hope to children each and every day.
Friday, November 23, 2012
Thankful for All Things Great and Small
When I am old and forgetful, this is a Thanksgiving I am going to want to remember and so I am going to share a few of the highlights with you. Sure, yes, I know – you are welcome, now on with the Thanksgiving that was 2012.
The highlights begin with a Wednesday call from Maddy asking what we were going to have for Thanksgiving Dinner. Lasagna Maddy – what else would we serve? She then quizzed me on the deserts: Michigan Cherry Pie, Pumpkin Pie, and a White Chocolate Pumpkin Cheesecake. Her reply, ugh you made that last year and no one ate it. Thankfully, this year, I am not attempting any oven adventures. Instead, I am supporting the economy. I can’t bake – I don’t even want to pretend like I can anymore. I have no pride left.
Finally the great day arrives and I start it with the 2nd Annual Marshville Damn Pie 5k. This is a neighborhood run and I love it. It is so much fun it really feels like community family of runners coming together. The route isn’t one of my favorites but I like that we run it blind. No timers. We all predict our finish time before the race and then we just go out and run. The runner closest to their time wins a pumpkin pie. I missed it by .17 seconds last year and missed it by more than 4 minutes this year. Yes sir, a PR for me on this fine day.
Here is a side note on my running Personal Records (PR). When I was younger and ran with a smaller body and the spirit of a young woman, I could pace a nice 7.5 – 8.5 mile. That was the ghost of my Running Past. Now in the Ghost of Running Present, my PR is a swift 31.29 for a 5k (3.1 miles) and that is a solid 10.12 pace. I am gunning for a sub-10 with my Ghost of Running Future. Did you notice, now that we are past Thanksgiving I can freely make Christmas references?
Filled with the pride of a great run I walked home with my son’s megaphone slung over my shoulder, a bottle of champagne in one hand and a mimosa in the other. Nice start to the day and it was about to get trumped by a surprise visit from B, Max and Phia.
Then it was time to prepare for the feast and I kid you not . . . I completely messed up the Jell-O. My poor children will never be able to share stories of how they learned to cook in mom’s kitchen.
The day ended with Steve and Jess coming over for (purchased) deserts and some games. It was a great day. We missed Megan (who had to work) and Jake (who has a special friend family celebration in Chicago) but with Christmas only a month away full family joy will soon be had.
Assignment: What if we all tried Thanks-Thursday each week – how awesome would that be?!
The highlights begin with a Wednesday call from Maddy asking what we were going to have for Thanksgiving Dinner. Lasagna Maddy – what else would we serve? She then quizzed me on the deserts: Michigan Cherry Pie, Pumpkin Pie, and a White Chocolate Pumpkin Cheesecake. Her reply, ugh you made that last year and no one ate it. Thankfully, this year, I am not attempting any oven adventures. Instead, I am supporting the economy. I can’t bake – I don’t even want to pretend like I can anymore. I have no pride left.
Finally the great day arrives and I start it with the 2nd Annual Marshville Damn Pie 5k. This is a neighborhood run and I love it. It is so much fun it really feels like community family of runners coming together. The route isn’t one of my favorites but I like that we run it blind. No timers. We all predict our finish time before the race and then we just go out and run. The runner closest to their time wins a pumpkin pie. I missed it by .17 seconds last year and missed it by more than 4 minutes this year. Yes sir, a PR for me on this fine day.
Here is a side note on my running Personal Records (PR). When I was younger and ran with a smaller body and the spirit of a young woman, I could pace a nice 7.5 – 8.5 mile. That was the ghost of my Running Past. Now in the Ghost of Running Present, my PR is a swift 31.29 for a 5k (3.1 miles) and that is a solid 10.12 pace. I am gunning for a sub-10 with my Ghost of Running Future. Did you notice, now that we are past Thanksgiving I can freely make Christmas references?
Filled with the pride of a great run I walked home with my son’s megaphone slung over my shoulder, a bottle of champagne in one hand and a mimosa in the other. Nice start to the day and it was about to get trumped by a surprise visit from B, Max and Phia.
Then it was time to prepare for the feast and I kid you not . . . I completely messed up the Jell-O. My poor children will never be able to share stories of how they learned to cook in mom’s kitchen.
The day ended with Steve and Jess coming over for (purchased) deserts and some games. It was a great day. We missed Megan (who had to work) and Jake (who has a special friend family celebration in Chicago) but with Christmas only a month away full family joy will soon be had.
Assignment: What if we all tried Thanks-Thursday each week – how awesome would that be?!
Monday, November 19, 2012
Lead with Love and random Awesomeness
This past weekend, every time I even thought about writing, I ended up stepping onto a soapbox. There are a lot of things troubling me about this ole’ world. I believe we could benefit from a collective time-out. We need a chance to calm down and think about how we are handling ourselves and treating others. Simple toddler fodder but those basics seem to be absent of late.
Problem is, with each soapbox rant I envisioned, I didn’t feel any better. I was just venting like a crazy woman and it all seemed to add to the problem. With that, on this Monday before Thanksgiving, I am going to try to be a part of the solution. I am going to try to lead with love.
Love and random awesomeness so our minds can rest from the anger, hate, and blame people seem to be getting all too comfortable with for my taste. Here is some random awesomeness for you to start stretching out your bellies in anticipation for Thursday’s feast. Nope, that does NOT make sense but stay with me here.
This past weekend, our high school team fought the hard fight on the field but they were defeated. No worries, I still believe and I am beyond proud of their accomplishments. Extra ‘ta-da’ for the coach who lives in my home (insert cat noise here and envision me making a claw with my hand and a sexy face). Go Tiger , Whew, TMI . . . ?
One thing I did notice at the game was the significant lack of cheers from my high school days. Maybe if I share them with you, you will also find it odd. Let’s see if you can connect with any of these gems . . .
Be Aggressive. B.E. Aggressive. B.E. AGG. RESS. IVE. Say What? (Crowd reply: Say What?). Be Aggressive.
R.O.W. D.I.E, that’s the way we spell rowdie. Rowdie, let’s get rowdie.
Push em’ back, Push em’ back . . .way Back.
First and 10 – do it again!
And in anticipation for basketball season, my all time favorite (this is a PG-13 cheer never sanctioned by the cheerleaders . . and only conducted by students in the stands).
Hit em’ in the left knee. Hit em’ in the right knee. Hit em’ in the wee-nee, wee-need a referee.
Oh, good times.
Assignment: Lead with Love . . .See what that does for a change. Happy Thanksgiving.
Problem is, with each soapbox rant I envisioned, I didn’t feel any better. I was just venting like a crazy woman and it all seemed to add to the problem. With that, on this Monday before Thanksgiving, I am going to try to be a part of the solution. I am going to try to lead with love.
Love and random awesomeness so our minds can rest from the anger, hate, and blame people seem to be getting all too comfortable with for my taste. Here is some random awesomeness for you to start stretching out your bellies in anticipation for Thursday’s feast. Nope, that does NOT make sense but stay with me here.
This past weekend, our high school team fought the hard fight on the field but they were defeated. No worries, I still believe and I am beyond proud of their accomplishments. Extra ‘ta-da’ for the coach who lives in my home (insert cat noise here and envision me making a claw with my hand and a sexy face). Go Tiger , Whew, TMI . . . ?
One thing I did notice at the game was the significant lack of cheers from my high school days. Maybe if I share them with you, you will also find it odd. Let’s see if you can connect with any of these gems . . .
Be Aggressive. B.E. Aggressive. B.E. AGG. RESS. IVE. Say What? (Crowd reply: Say What?). Be Aggressive.
R.O.W. D.I.E, that’s the way we spell rowdie. Rowdie, let’s get rowdie.
Push em’ back, Push em’ back . . .way Back.
First and 10 – do it again!
And in anticipation for basketball season, my all time favorite (this is a PG-13 cheer never sanctioned by the cheerleaders . . and only conducted by students in the stands).
Hit em’ in the left knee. Hit em’ in the right knee. Hit em’ in the wee-nee, wee-need a referee.
Oh, good times.
Assignment: Lead with Love . . .See what that does for a change. Happy Thanksgiving.
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Football Hopes and Dreams
My husband is one of the coaches for the area high school football team and that team is having a very good year. This past weekend they played for the regional title – and won. This is the first time in the school’s history that it has advanced this far into the playoff rounds. Next step is semi-finals and if that goes well, a battle for the state title.
This is some pretty exciting stuff for our small community. This is so exciting, in fact, that a few hundred of us made the 8 hour trip north to cheer the boys on to a victory. Yes, you read that correctly, 8 hours one way to watch a 3 hour football game and then get in the car and make the long trek home. Oh, and did I mention that this football game was played in a downpour of rain. None of this mattered. This weekend was for the boys, for the coaches, for our town and the community’s sense of pride and hope a sport can bring. I can’t explain this - you either get it, or you don’t (btw, I do hope you get it).
As I looked throughout the stands all I could see was purple and white. It was heartwarming. Our cheers were so loud that the radio station covering the game picked them up and carried them off to those who were following the game from home. It was amazing. The boys played so hard and never, ever, gave up. It was thrilling. At the end of the game, the victory was declared and the opposing team’s (outstanding running back) grandfather congratulated me (we were sitting next to each other – awkward!), and we all rushed the field to share our pride. It was beautiful.
On the field, tears of joy were flowing, hugs to players were given, and bliss – just pure, simple bliss was shared. At that moment, that very moment, everyone’s hopes and dreams had come true.
Assignment: Send good thoughts our way for this weekend’s semi-final round.
Saturday, November 3, 2012
Inventions!
Last night the football game was ccccoooollllldddd. With me, I had my .99 gloves and some hand warmers. This did nothing for the fingers that were quickly forming into flesh covered icicles. I removed my fingers from their glove sleeves and wrapped them over the warmer in my palm. As I watched the finger sleeves waving in the wind I thought, this is a great invention! I did more than think it - I annouced it proudly. As soon as I said it, I realized that the people who invented mittens must have had the same idea.
Assignment: Never stop thinking up the better mouse trap. But, don’t be surprised if people stare at you when you brightly announce it.
Assignment: Never stop thinking up the better mouse trap. But, don’t be surprised if people stare at you when you brightly announce it.
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
When Procrastination Scores a Win
One of the goals for this year (based on my birthday not the calendar) is to visit an art or cultural organization each month. I love art and culture but find that I can easily put off a visit for distractions of a more boring nature. I decided these visits would be a good addition to the improvement of me over this next year.
Today is the last day of October and my first month of implementing my new goals – and I am pressed for time. I waited till the last minute due to fictional and factual distractions and I am very close to scoring an epic failure. Not acceptable – so at lunch I headed out for an adventure.
I have been eyeing an area museum for a new exhibition they opened about a week ago. It looks amazing and it has one of my favorite artists on display. I popped in at lunch, without reading the website and found to my embarrassment – my membership had expired this past June (yep, distractions) and I only had $10 on me – no wallet, just cash. The entry for the museum and the special exhibition is $12 so I will be visiting that in November.
No problem, I will just head down to another museum to see their contemporary collection. Once I got there, I remembered that they have been forced to reconstruct their hours and was not open in the work day any longer. Hum, now my lunch clock is ticking away as fast as my calendar deadline.
With pure determination I forged on, across the park with a man sitting on the bench in a “Scream” mask (Halloween fun? – you never know) and I entered the library. The library is a historic and beautiful place – it has 5 floors of wonder. I spent my time on the 4th floor, which addresses local history. They had one of the most comprehensive and interesting displays on area high school football that I have ever seen.
The exhibition traveled from the late 1800’s to the 1950’s and it was filled photos, articles, and news clippings. In one article a memorial for a young player nicknames “Scottie” was displayed. Scottie died on the field in a freak accident. His final words, “It wasn’t Unions fault” – Union was the team his school was playing. The date; 1918, and the rest of season was canceled throughout the city after this death. Truly an interesting exhibition and just days before my husband’s high school football team takes the field in the 2nd round of play-offs, most timely to view. No lie, I loved it.
Assignment: Have a Happy Halloween filled with TREATS!
Today is the last day of October and my first month of implementing my new goals – and I am pressed for time. I waited till the last minute due to fictional and factual distractions and I am very close to scoring an epic failure. Not acceptable – so at lunch I headed out for an adventure.
I have been eyeing an area museum for a new exhibition they opened about a week ago. It looks amazing and it has one of my favorite artists on display. I popped in at lunch, without reading the website and found to my embarrassment – my membership had expired this past June (yep, distractions) and I only had $10 on me – no wallet, just cash. The entry for the museum and the special exhibition is $12 so I will be visiting that in November.
No problem, I will just head down to another museum to see their contemporary collection. Once I got there, I remembered that they have been forced to reconstruct their hours and was not open in the work day any longer. Hum, now my lunch clock is ticking away as fast as my calendar deadline.
With pure determination I forged on, across the park with a man sitting on the bench in a “Scream” mask (Halloween fun? – you never know) and I entered the library. The library is a historic and beautiful place – it has 5 floors of wonder. I spent my time on the 4th floor, which addresses local history. They had one of the most comprehensive and interesting displays on area high school football that I have ever seen.
The exhibition traveled from the late 1800’s to the 1950’s and it was filled photos, articles, and news clippings. In one article a memorial for a young player nicknames “Scottie” was displayed. Scottie died on the field in a freak accident. His final words, “It wasn’t Unions fault” – Union was the team his school was playing. The date; 1918, and the rest of season was canceled throughout the city after this death. Truly an interesting exhibition and just days before my husband’s high school football team takes the field in the 2nd round of play-offs, most timely to view. No lie, I loved it.
Assignment: Have a Happy Halloween filled with TREATS!
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