As the sun starts to rise Christmas morning it glistens off the light dusting of snow as if the ground was covered with diamonds and pearls on this glorious day.
Or, I live in Texas and I woke to the gentle sound of a thunderstorm and much needed rain waters the dying grass....
Before I "make the bread for the monkeys" - I do love the way things are said in my house- I wanted to leave you all with one thought. No matter where you are or what it looks like outside, greet the day with the childlike wonder of a toddler knowing Santa left presents under the tree or as we all should knowing Jesus was born for us today!
Embrace all the wonderment, joy and love this day brings - Merry Christmas and God Bless my friends!
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Friday, December 21, 2012
The world needs more...
Bears. The world needs more bears.
This was a conversation had with good friends last night over a drink and Shepherd's Pie at a local pub. Everyone know pubs have the best meat pies and if you don't know what I am talking about you are either missing part of your life or you are a vegetarian. To each his own, even if you are missing out.
Where was I? Oh right, the world needs more bears. This came about over a discussion on what you should and should not need to get a license in order to do legally. My little group last night was made up of intelligent (not all the times, we all have our pretty moments thanks) women who have successful lives, families and friends. What is it about bears? Well, if there were more bears maybe the not so smart people would wander into the woods and the bears would take care of the problem for us. That lead to a discussion of Philmont and then we just went all over the place from there. Our conversations are often stream of consciousness so there is no telling where a simple topic might head. Back to the bears. Before someone gets all upset that we meant bears to literally eat people, really I take it to mean 'Bears' to separate the men from the boys, or women from the girls.
My great Aunt had a huggy bear on her bed that always was there for a hug. My brother had a Wooly Bear (admittedly I don't know how to spell Wooly) that hugged him as a child and mom still has in the spare room. I had a stuffed black bear that the same great Aunt gave me and I gave to the kiddo when he was young; yes, I still have it. The tall one used Pooh Bear as his huggy friend growing up - we still have a statue of him. I am not a touchy person, never have been and don't think I ever will be, but even I will admit sometimes a bear hug from a loved one makes all the difference. It's called a bear hug for a reason.
I live my life by the saying Sometimes You Eat the Bear, Sometimes the Bear Eats You. This is how I get through those very rough times, trials of life, work, kids, faith, you name it. There are days when I am convinced I am bear food and others when I have a new bear coat, boots and purse. The Bear is always a part of my life, challenging me to go one step further, knocking me down at times, giving me something to strive for, a challenge to 'eat' (rhymes with beat); the bear is always there.
So yes, the world needs more bears. Bears in the 'woods' for crowd thinning, Bear hugs to get through life, Bears to challenge us. Remember friends, Sometimes You Eat the Bear and Sometimes the Bear Eats You. Either way, we need more bears.
This was a conversation had with good friends last night over a drink and Shepherd's Pie at a local pub. Everyone know pubs have the best meat pies and if you don't know what I am talking about you are either missing part of your life or you are a vegetarian. To each his own, even if you are missing out.
Where was I? Oh right, the world needs more bears. This came about over a discussion on what you should and should not need to get a license in order to do legally. My little group last night was made up of intelligent (not all the times, we all have our pretty moments thanks) women who have successful lives, families and friends. What is it about bears? Well, if there were more bears maybe the not so smart people would wander into the woods and the bears would take care of the problem for us. That lead to a discussion of Philmont and then we just went all over the place from there. Our conversations are often stream of consciousness so there is no telling where a simple topic might head. Back to the bears. Before someone gets all upset that we meant bears to literally eat people, really I take it to mean 'Bears' to separate the men from the boys, or women from the girls.
My great Aunt had a huggy bear on her bed that always was there for a hug. My brother had a Wooly Bear (admittedly I don't know how to spell Wooly) that hugged him as a child and mom still has in the spare room. I had a stuffed black bear that the same great Aunt gave me and I gave to the kiddo when he was young; yes, I still have it. The tall one used Pooh Bear as his huggy friend growing up - we still have a statue of him. I am not a touchy person, never have been and don't think I ever will be, but even I will admit sometimes a bear hug from a loved one makes all the difference. It's called a bear hug for a reason.
I live my life by the saying Sometimes You Eat the Bear, Sometimes the Bear Eats You. This is how I get through those very rough times, trials of life, work, kids, faith, you name it. There are days when I am convinced I am bear food and others when I have a new bear coat, boots and purse. The Bear is always a part of my life, challenging me to go one step further, knocking me down at times, giving me something to strive for, a challenge to 'eat' (rhymes with beat); the bear is always there.
So yes, the world needs more bears. Bears in the 'woods' for crowd thinning, Bear hugs to get through life, Bears to challenge us. Remember friends, Sometimes You Eat the Bear and Sometimes the Bear Eats You. Either way, we need more bears.
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Everyone Deserves a Lifetime - EVERYONE
***Updated December 14, 2012 - And today, innocent victims had their lives taken from them by a senseless gunman who decided it was better to slaughter innocent children and adults then take their own life. It wasn't cancer that took these lives, it was a selfish human who decided it was okay to take innocent lives before their own. With all the danger in the world out of our control, what made this person decide they could play God and introduce more? Somehow, this blog post just seems more poignant than ever. Everyone deserves a lifetime, EVERYONE. Bless those angels and their families. ***
This year, I participated in the Susan G. Komen 3 day for the Cure. It was a 60 mile, 3 day journey with one goal in a mind, a cure for breast cancer. I met so many wonderful women, men and kiddos out there walking, supporting us, and cheering us on; that alone was worth the pain that we felt the end of each day, or the tears that would come on with warning and not want to stop. I felt my Grandmother's presence with me along the way, sometimes she was asking me what I was thinking without a car and sometimes she was on my shoulder telling me that I could make the next mile.
While on the journey, I had plenty of time to think about what is important in life as the mantra for the walk is Everyone Deserves a Lifetime. What is a lifetime? It is the days you are alive? The simple minutes and hours you spend breathing on this earth? It is the time after childhood when you have to take care of yourself..."when I am grown up and can do whatever I want" so to speak? Is it a collection of good moments that you look back on and smile? Or is it those rough moments you learned from or just survived? Is it the people you meet, those you remain in contact with or those who fade away. What is a lifetime?
I like to think a lifetime is all of those things and more. Our family, the friends, strangers, acquaintances; the good times, the bad; the kid years and adult years; the past you learned from and the future you dive head long into whether you want to or not.
All that to say, a lifetime is personal to each one of us, and I know everyone deserves one. Go live yours - it is always worth it and you more than deserve a great one.
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
Just Try It - It Could be the Key!
I find the upside in most everything, even when I am having the proverbial day from hell (which yes, we all have from time to time). The key to finding the upside is to know when to just give in and let it happen, or to give in and dance on tables.
Saturday, I got to go to the Jesuit Christmas Bazaar twice (once instead of a long run which we did the next morning instead!). It was a fun time, hanging with friends with our holiday mimosas first. If you don't know what a holiday mimosa is, I feel sad for you so I will share - you start holidays with at least one mimosa. It is a rule in the rule book. Trust me, it's there.
Anyway, walking around I saw all kinds of cool crafts that I know I could replicate with the right amount of time, which I do not have of course. One thing stood out the most though, I almost wish I could have found a place in the house for it as even I, the cheery 'appreciate the little things in life for a smile' person needs a reminder sometimes.
My friends - when the holidays get un-holiday-like and you feel like giving in, I want you all to take a moment to stop and say "This too shall pass. It is Time to Drink Champagne and Dance on the Table." And then I want you to do it, safely, and maybe the table should be on the floor but, take a moment to drink champagne and dance on the table. Life's too short not to try!
Saturday, I got to go to the Jesuit Christmas Bazaar twice (once instead of a long run which we did the next morning instead!). It was a fun time, hanging with friends with our holiday mimosas first. If you don't know what a holiday mimosa is, I feel sad for you so I will share - you start holidays with at least one mimosa. It is a rule in the rule book. Trust me, it's there.
Anyway, walking around I saw all kinds of cool crafts that I know I could replicate with the right amount of time, which I do not have of course. One thing stood out the most though, I almost wish I could have found a place in the house for it as even I, the cheery 'appreciate the little things in life for a smile' person needs a reminder sometimes.
My friends - when the holidays get un-holiday-like and you feel like giving in, I want you all to take a moment to stop and say "This too shall pass. It is Time to Drink Champagne and Dance on the Table." And then I want you to do it, safely, and maybe the table should be on the floor but, take a moment to drink champagne and dance on the table. Life's too short not to try!
Friday, November 30, 2012
The everyday family of it all
I have a new job which has had me at the office before the sun and leaving after the sun is down. To say it isn't taking a toll on me and my family would be a lie, so I won't say it. I will say that many of us do what we have to - it is called life and it is always worth living.
Yesterday was another very long day of a very long week, and not just because of the hours. As I left the office in the dark of night through a very empty garage, I had every intention of going home, drawing a very hot and bubbly bath, opening a bottle of wine and tuning out the world care of my music. I was worn out by the events of the day, those in my control and not; the fact that I missed another workout; the long list of things still left to do; it goes on and on - I was just worn out.
I never made it to the tub and I am very glad.
As I was heading to the car, the family called (minus the kiddo who was at a basketball tourney doing what he does) and said they were heading to Whataburger if I hadn't eaten. I knew they were closer than I was so I said I would just grab something on the way home and started on my way. I had no desire for Whataburger nor the desire to make them wait. Then I got a text. The tall one had decided that he wanted Chinese so they were heading to the buffet in town. They didn't have to tell me that, but they did, so I decided I would go meet them and at least sit with them if they weren't done.
I walked in 25 minutes later as they were finishing up to smiles. They told me to grab food, they could wait while I ate. The tall one and I talked about what exciting things had happened that day at school. The man told us about his week (he travels most weeks so Thursday night we catch up). I told them about my day. We laughed, ate, laughed some more and joked around, we even had a discussion about the Periodic Table. Random. Anyway, once that all ended, we went home. The tall one did homework, us parents took a moment, after laundry, to watch some TV before the man went and picked up kiddo from school. The I got to see what exciting things happened in his day and watch him go off to do homework.
I thought I wanted my bubbles, wine and music. I thought I drove to the buffet because I didn't want to go into an empty house. I thought I just needed to let the day wash over me and maybe have a good hard cry (something I don't like as I have this thing about me crying being a weakness - silly, I know) to the sound of Christina Perri. I thought wrong.
Turns out, I needed the routine of my family. The nightly discussion of what exciting things happened during the day (instead of asking about the day, I ask What Exciting Things Happened at school? and it has worked this year, every time), the knowledge that the man is back within hugging distance. The homework that will only last an hour and yet always drags to 2 or 3. The rush of this kid being here and that kid being there. The dogs begging, the laundry going, the everyday family of it all.
Next time you think you want to escape from your rough day and hide, find your family (friends are family too) at a diner and see what a difference it makes.
Yesterday was another very long day of a very long week, and not just because of the hours. As I left the office in the dark of night through a very empty garage, I had every intention of going home, drawing a very hot and bubbly bath, opening a bottle of wine and tuning out the world care of my music. I was worn out by the events of the day, those in my control and not; the fact that I missed another workout; the long list of things still left to do; it goes on and on - I was just worn out.
I never made it to the tub and I am very glad.
As I was heading to the car, the family called (minus the kiddo who was at a basketball tourney doing what he does) and said they were heading to Whataburger if I hadn't eaten. I knew they were closer than I was so I said I would just grab something on the way home and started on my way. I had no desire for Whataburger nor the desire to make them wait. Then I got a text. The tall one had decided that he wanted Chinese so they were heading to the buffet in town. They didn't have to tell me that, but they did, so I decided I would go meet them and at least sit with them if they weren't done.
I walked in 25 minutes later as they were finishing up to smiles. They told me to grab food, they could wait while I ate. The tall one and I talked about what exciting things had happened that day at school. The man told us about his week (he travels most weeks so Thursday night we catch up). I told them about my day. We laughed, ate, laughed some more and joked around, we even had a discussion about the Periodic Table. Random. Anyway, once that all ended, we went home. The tall one did homework, us parents took a moment, after laundry, to watch some TV before the man went and picked up kiddo from school. The I got to see what exciting things happened in his day and watch him go off to do homework.
I thought I wanted my bubbles, wine and music. I thought I drove to the buffet because I didn't want to go into an empty house. I thought I just needed to let the day wash over me and maybe have a good hard cry (something I don't like as I have this thing about me crying being a weakness - silly, I know) to the sound of Christina Perri. I thought wrong.
Turns out, I needed the routine of my family. The nightly discussion of what exciting things happened during the day (instead of asking about the day, I ask What Exciting Things Happened at school? and it has worked this year, every time), the knowledge that the man is back within hugging distance. The homework that will only last an hour and yet always drags to 2 or 3. The rush of this kid being here and that kid being there. The dogs begging, the laundry going, the everyday family of it all.
Next time you think you want to escape from your rough day and hide, find your family (friends are family too) at a diner and see what a difference it makes.
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| The everyday family of it all |
Thursday, November 29, 2012
She's famous!
You know how you are walking along and see some of your childhood in a window and you smile? Well, my mom saw some of mine in a window in Amsterdam. In chocolate. We both smiled.
Don't forget about your childhood, coat it in chocolate and smile.
Don't forget about your childhood, coat it in chocolate and smile.
Or, you could find a friend made of feathers just hanging out on the street. Take the side roads, live like a kid that can't read (translation, has no desire to read) a map!
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Wednesday, November 28, 2012
But, there are no pads
Football is done, does that mean we have a break? Nope. The kiddo is managing/analyzing basketball and the tall one? He decide on rugby. RUGBY. For those of you who aren't familiar with rugby, let me simplify it for you down the the simplest level (which is about as much as I know) - it is football, BUT THERE ARE NO PADS. I support my boys and their desire to go out and try new things, sometimes it opens doors that you never dreamed of, but this one? Yup, the mom in me is freaking out a little bit.
For the past three days I have watched them leave for school at dawn wishing them a good day, reminding them that I love them (even though they might not love me right at that moment) and I ask the tall one to not get hurt. I used to do that for football, I used to actually ask him to smush someone as my thought was, if he is the smusher maybe he wouldn't be smushed as much. Leave me to my fantasy please. Now? Now I just ask him not to get smushed. Yesterday was his first real pushy practice (my words) and his buddy got a cut below his eye. On the first day. Because the helmet? Well, let's just say you are safer in a bike helmet. I can't wait to see him on the field, but, at the same time, I am dreading the first time I see him on the field.
This all got me thinking. Here I am worried about a sport with no pads yet, each day I send my boys out to the world and there are no pads for that. Let me rephrase, there are no literal pads for that. We prepare them with education, manners, love, discipline...all pads in their own way. So while they will get banged up in life, bruised, cut, and maybe broken every once in a while, the pads we have equip them with will, hopefully, help them to get back up and go back at it. Join the scrum again so to speak. Here's to confronting life with no pads...and succeeding at life with the pads we have. And to the tall one coming home intact from practice.
For the past three days I have watched them leave for school at dawn wishing them a good day, reminding them that I love them (even though they might not love me right at that moment) and I ask the tall one to not get hurt. I used to do that for football, I used to actually ask him to smush someone as my thought was, if he is the smusher maybe he wouldn't be smushed as much. Leave me to my fantasy please. Now? Now I just ask him not to get smushed. Yesterday was his first real pushy practice (my words) and his buddy got a cut below his eye. On the first day. Because the helmet? Well, let's just say you are safer in a bike helmet. I can't wait to see him on the field, but, at the same time, I am dreading the first time I see him on the field.
This all got me thinking. Here I am worried about a sport with no pads yet, each day I send my boys out to the world and there are no pads for that. Let me rephrase, there are no literal pads for that. We prepare them with education, manners, love, discipline...all pads in their own way. So while they will get banged up in life, bruised, cut, and maybe broken every once in a while, the pads we have equip them with will, hopefully, help them to get back up and go back at it. Join the scrum again so to speak. Here's to confronting life with no pads...and succeeding at life with the pads we have. And to the tall one coming home intact from practice.
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| #25 all padded up)... somehow, this no longer seems as dangerous |
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
Without a Doubt
I am a superstitious person, there is no question about that. I remember when my son was little, his teacher told him it was a sin to be superstitious so he told me that I needed to go to confession. I laughed and assured him that I was good to go. It was one of those funny adorable memories that I need to share with my superstitious kiddo!
Regardless, that is not the point. The point is I am having some stuff (totally mature word, take it from me - the writer) that has me doubting myself right now and my skills. We all have that one thing we know we are good at, well, I am doubting my one thing. You know you have been there too, we all have even if we won't admit it.
Regardless, that is not the point. The point is I am having some stuff (totally mature word, take it from me - the writer) that has me doubting myself right now and my skills. We all have that one thing we know we are good at, well, I am doubting my one thing. You know you have been there too, we all have even if we won't admit it.
As I sat in a conference room waiting for the attendees of the latest meeting I picked up a Magic 8 Ball (we have toys in all rooms - it helps with our creative thinking and problem solving). I asked the wise (and always 100% accurate) Magic 8 Ball my question and you know what he said? Without a Doubt.
Yes, Magic 8 Balls are 'hes' - without a doubt.
Moral? Stopping doubting yourselves people, it gives you wrinkles which means botox, and I have heard that hurts. Charge on - Without A Doubt.
Friday, November 16, 2012
For hearts
It is an odd feeling, to be so joyous and thankful at this moment when I know it means someone else is having the worst day of their lives as they are losing a loved one.
They found a heart.
This heart will bring years of life to a wonderful person, to their family, their kids, their friends, the world. And while we are celebrating and praying that all goes well today as this heart finds a new home, I offer a prayer to the family who is losing the heart and hope they can someday find solace in the fact that the person is giving life to another through this heart. I offer another to the family who has a new lease on life with this wonderful heart. I offer so many more about everything this wonderful heart means.
I have not been posting on FB what I am thankful for each day as I decided this year, I am thankful all the time - even on those worst days. I have a family who loves me, friends who are there when I need them, a roof, food, clothing, a job - I have love and a great life. But today? Today I am thankful for this heart and for the generosity of the person who decided if they could not longer use it, they would donate it to someone who could. That is what heart is all about, not just the organ, but having heart.
They found a heart.
Later that day we found out that heart was not viable. God has other plans for my wonderful friend, and I know they will find another heart. That thought did not make it an easier day, or weekend, for the family but we know there is a plan...they found a heart.
They found a heart.
This heart will bring years of life to a wonderful person, to their family, their kids, their friends, the world. And while we are celebrating and praying that all goes well today as this heart finds a new home, I offer a prayer to the family who is losing the heart and hope they can someday find solace in the fact that the person is giving life to another through this heart. I offer another to the family who has a new lease on life with this wonderful heart. I offer so many more about everything this wonderful heart means.
I have not been posting on FB what I am thankful for each day as I decided this year, I am thankful all the time - even on those worst days. I have a family who loves me, friends who are there when I need them, a roof, food, clothing, a job - I have love and a great life. But today? Today I am thankful for this heart and for the generosity of the person who decided if they could not longer use it, they would donate it to someone who could. That is what heart is all about, not just the organ, but having heart.
They found a heart.
Later that day we found out that heart was not viable. God has other plans for my wonderful friend, and I know they will find another heart. That thought did not make it an easier day, or weekend, for the family but we know there is a plan...they found a heart.
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
The football player
Last night was the football banquet for the freshmen teams. The head coach (who doesn't necessarily know the names and faces of other 83 players but knows him) talked about a member of the team as having the most heart and dedication. A kid who knew every play be it offense or defense, ran with all he had down the field and showed what is meant to have the Ranger Spirit. He was at every practice and game; he knew every player by name and face and wanted them all to succeed.
Last night, the kiddo (younger one) was awarded a football signed by all the players and coaches of the freshman football program as the spirit and dedication of the team. Last night, the non-player of the football team got a standing ovation from some of the coaches and players. Last night, the kiddo showed what it meant to be a men for others and tonight he starts all over with the basketball team.
Yeah, I am proud and I hope he is too.
Last night, the kiddo (younger one) was awarded a football signed by all the players and coaches of the freshman football program as the spirit and dedication of the team. Last night, the non-player of the football team got a standing ovation from some of the coaches and players. Last night, the kiddo showed what it meant to be a men for others and tonight he starts all over with the basketball team.
Yeah, I am proud and I hope he is too.
Thursday, August 23, 2012
The Boys of Fall
Both boys are starting Jesuit tomorrow morning, one as a sophomore and one as a freshman (Kiddo). As I was driving in this morning, The Boys of Fall by Kenny Chesney came on and the emotions it brought on were surprising.
The sophomore is going into his second year of wearing the gold helmet on the field. I have talked about Friday Night Lights before, until this year, he was who we were there to cheer for, there to pray for. He is kicking butt and taking names, and comes home every night with new bruises that make me cringe. But the next day, he is ready to go at it again. This year, Kiddo started his newest chapter as the manager for Jesuit Football. He is on the side lines, not in a gold helmet, but just as much a part of the team. He is learning the plays, analyzing the films, watching his fellow players to ensure they don't lose too much weight during the practices, working out with them in the weight room. He would love to be on that field but it's not his strength, his is in the knowledge rather then execution. Both my boys are Boys of Fall literally through the song and I couldn't be more proud of them.
However, that is not what moved me this morning. Yesterday was Vos Parates where Kiddo picks up his name tag as is the tradition for freshman and both boys got their school pictures taken. Imagine 700+ boys in white button downs and ties from the waist up and athletic shorts and flips flops or sneakers from the waist down. That was the scene yesterday. I got to see my boys interact in the halls with their buddies, new and old. Laughing with each other, chilling out on the hall benches (there are benches everywhere for the boys to hang out on and even in the 10 minutes I was in the school saving their nice shirts & ties from the locker room they managed to 'chill'), running through the halls rowdy, and the new ones learning the ropes. Each of the boys are the boys of fall to me right now. They are starting a new year, a new challenge. Some are just in the beginning of their high school dream while others are seeing the 4 years come to fruition.
My brother spent 2 years in those halls, and now my boys are spending their four years there. They are dreaming big and ready to take on the world. They want the ball - whether it be the football, or just the challenge of new friends, new classes, new clubs, everything the year will bring. Yes, they all have butterflies about what the year is going to bring, even if they won't admit it. They all have each other's back - you mess with one man, you've got them all. They are the Boys of Fall.
Good luck Jesuit Men - you are now and always will be Men for Others.
The sophomore is going into his second year of wearing the gold helmet on the field. I have talked about Friday Night Lights before, until this year, he was who we were there to cheer for, there to pray for. He is kicking butt and taking names, and comes home every night with new bruises that make me cringe. But the next day, he is ready to go at it again. This year, Kiddo started his newest chapter as the manager for Jesuit Football. He is on the side lines, not in a gold helmet, but just as much a part of the team. He is learning the plays, analyzing the films, watching his fellow players to ensure they don't lose too much weight during the practices, working out with them in the weight room. He would love to be on that field but it's not his strength, his is in the knowledge rather then execution. Both my boys are Boys of Fall literally through the song and I couldn't be more proud of them.
However, that is not what moved me this morning. Yesterday was Vos Parates where Kiddo picks up his name tag as is the tradition for freshman and both boys got their school pictures taken. Imagine 700+ boys in white button downs and ties from the waist up and athletic shorts and flips flops or sneakers from the waist down. That was the scene yesterday. I got to see my boys interact in the halls with their buddies, new and old. Laughing with each other, chilling out on the hall benches (there are benches everywhere for the boys to hang out on and even in the 10 minutes I was in the school saving their nice shirts & ties from the locker room they managed to 'chill'), running through the halls rowdy, and the new ones learning the ropes. Each of the boys are the boys of fall to me right now. They are starting a new year, a new challenge. Some are just in the beginning of their high school dream while others are seeing the 4 years come to fruition.
My brother spent 2 years in those halls, and now my boys are spending their four years there. They are dreaming big and ready to take on the world. They want the ball - whether it be the football, or just the challenge of new friends, new classes, new clubs, everything the year will bring. Yes, they all have butterflies about what the year is going to bring, even if they won't admit it. They all have each other's back - you mess with one man, you've got them all. They are the Boys of Fall.
Good luck Jesuit Men - you are now and always will be Men for Others.
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Insert Happy Sigh Here
Just watched a daddy dance with his chocolate lab puppy much to the laughter and joy of his adorable daughter. I remember those Joe Cool days...they always bring a smile to my face, not matter how bad the day is.Today I challenge all of you to find one happy sigh moment - and for you overachievers? Find more than one. They are out there, sometimes you just have to take a moment and open your eyes.
Thanks Daddy.
Friday, August 17, 2012
Pause
This morning - as I sit outside my window office (I went for a run and well, I sweat and probably smell so was trying to be nice to the others inside) - I am watching the high schoolers on the football field and runners on the practice field and paused to think of just how lucky I am. The weather is beautiful today (a breezy 79 degrees in Texas IN AUGUST!!!!), I have my water and green tea and am just at peace. Yes, I am working, yes, there there is a lot of work to do and the moment that the younger one is done with football the craziness of the day will start but for this next hour? I get to work and listen to the surrounding music of the area. With my green tea. And my water.
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
What happens when the power cord is gone
Live from my journal, the only 'computer' I had at the time...
Twice a week, I work from my 'window office' - a small table at a major coffee house across from the kiddos' school. We can debate on if this is a true coffee house or not later.
Usually, I get a lot of work done, almost more than when I am in my cube, but today, my computer failed me and wouldn't boot up. Of course, the power cord is gone - who knows where as we have 5 laptops in the house with different power cords so it should not vanish by I digress (typical, I know and yes, I have found it since...at the office). Back to my point, due to the technology fail, I got to sit back with my decaf green tea and bottled water - leave me alone, our lakes are down so the facet water tastes like dirt & I will recycle, or use it as a bug killing jar, I promise - and observe. Now, I have no doubt that I do ridiculous things people observe all the time so this is in no way judgement. Everyone should be happy with themselves, and it takes all types...
Update this morning...two men just walked by and I heard one say to the other "She's here every week -normally inside, she must love this weather today." I am on the list too:)
Twice a week, I work from my 'window office' - a small table at a major coffee house across from the kiddos' school. We can debate on if this is a true coffee house or not later.
Usually, I get a lot of work done, almost more than when I am in my cube, but today, my computer failed me and wouldn't boot up. Of course, the power cord is gone - who knows where as we have 5 laptops in the house with different power cords so it should not vanish by I digress (typical, I know and yes, I have found it since...at the office). Back to my point, due to the technology fail, I got to sit back with my decaf green tea and bottled water - leave me alone, our lakes are down so the facet water tastes like dirt & I will recycle, or use it as a bug killing jar, I promise - and observe. Now, I have no doubt that I do ridiculous things people observe all the time so this is in no way judgement. Everyone should be happy with themselves, and it takes all types...
- A lime green Lamborghini - because you don't stand out enough in that car, let's make it lime green down to the rims; the rims really looked cool.
- A women letting her cockapoo drive her BMW with the paws on the wheel and everything
- No less than 20 GQ wannabes each hour. You know the type, shiny sunglasses wearing the latest 'hipster' clothes that aren't hipster as 19 others are wearing them.
- People just coming off a run looking like they are about to pass out (it is VERY hot here) but holding onto that extra hot latte as if it was gold. Been there.
- That guy - in the perfectly ironed shirt, tailored pants and flip flops. Oh dear, he just drove away in a Prius.
- Other moms patiently waiting in their window office for their kiddo no doubt making mental lists of all the things they could be getting done if not there BUT loving their children so much they wait.
- The 3rd Bible study group this week.
- The smiley Batista whose mind I blew by ordering a decaf tea instead of a black double shot drip.
- SMU/Texas/A&M/OU/OSU fans, those who know recognize that I don't need to say anything else about that.
- Those people post workout who are still in full make-up and perfect hair. Really? Maybe I am jealous because I end workouts looking like death by whatever.
- All black with white shoes or all white with black shoes. Reminds me I need to polish my red shoes.
- A Priest from the parish across the street that the Batista seems to know. Very cool guy, he stops at some of the Bible study groups even though they are not Catholic.
- A grandpa and his son that I see every week. Last week, Grandpa used me to teach the boy about wireless technology and being able to work from anywhere. It reminds me of the younger kiddo's trips with his Grandma to said coffee shop that have continued to this day. Even in Paris.
I could go on, goodness knows I can talk, by why? My point is that I love people - all people. It takes all of us to make this world work so let's all rock our inner person & have fun with life. This coming from the mom in the window office with a white skirt & aqua shoes scribbling in a journal instead of using her computer - what a nut job.
Update this morning...two men just walked by and I heard one say to the other "She's here every week -normally inside, she must love this weather today." I am on the list too:)
Sunday, July 8, 2012
It has many uses
Anyone who has even read the description behind the title of this blog (Suitcases Open Doors) has figured out that I have lived a pretty eclectic and cool life. I was lucky growing up and experienced a lot of the finer side of things that most people never imagine. It was life, the hand we were dealt so to speak. It rocked.
In all the awesome, fun, challenging, adventurous challenges in my life I never thought I would be excited to see my son come in with a bug net full of a beautiful, complete cicada and know exactly where the killing jar was. In my pantry. Right between the coffee and Aunt Jemima Pancake mix. In case you wonder, it is a mason jar and now has NO FOOD EVER - BUG JAR written on it in permanent marker. You know, in case one of the teenagers decides one day it is a glass.
Words to live by? Freshman at Jesuit high schools need bugs and killing jars. I recommend keeping a mason jar in the pantry just in case.
In all the awesome, fun, challenging, adventurous challenges in my life I never thought I would be excited to see my son come in with a bug net full of a beautiful, complete cicada and know exactly where the killing jar was. In my pantry. Right between the coffee and Aunt Jemima Pancake mix. In case you wonder, it is a mason jar and now has NO FOOD EVER - BUG JAR written on it in permanent marker. You know, in case one of the teenagers decides one day it is a glass.
Words to live by? Freshman at Jesuit high schools need bugs and killing jars. I recommend keeping a mason jar in the pantry just in case.
Thursday, July 5, 2012
It's been a while - again.
This year has been full of changes for our little family unit and it all culminated in an amazing graduation trip to Paris with the kiddo . We walked all day everyday looking at anything and everything we could. Some of it was on a map, but most was very off map (maps annoy me so I don't tend to follow them). Ten glorious days without a computer other than the old Mac in the lobby of the hotel (which I did get on twice) and my cell phone although even that was limited as I turned off the sync function so I couldn't get email. I thought about blogging all about it but clearly didn't and am not sure I ever will.
The break from technology was great and something I will do again on my next vacation. Europeans are very good at taking holiday as they call it - a true break from work, time to simply enjoy their family and friends. We ran into friends while there, the kiddo got to spend a whole day with a buddy touring Versailles and the Paris metro system. I am not sure which was more educational, the metro experience or Versailles! He has since told us more than once that spending time with his buddy was one of his favorite days of the whole trip.
Well, that got me thinking. We have Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, etc. all these avenues where 'friends' follow us or check on us or, let's be honest here, stalk us. How lucky are we to have friends that want to know what is going on in our lives? Very of course. But how much luckier are we when we have friends that want to spend time with us, even if that means finding 12 hours in a foreign country because there was no time at home? Spending time with family and friends is what life should really be all about.
Now comes the part where I change my mind come full circle. I am not suggesting that everyone has to take a foreign vacation to spend time with friends, sometimes it is as simple as sending a note, FBing a status or texting a smile (there it is, the technology that I took a break from yet suggest you use now). Life is crazy and sometimes that is all you have time for - everyone knows that - vacations are few and far between. This week I challenge everyone, myself included, to send a smile to someone you like/love and that you haven't had time to see/spend time with - don't wait for your Paris. Use the technology we have (yup, full circle - it's my blog so you should all be used to that by now). And if you get a smile, send one back...you never know, the person may enjoy it as much as you do!
The break from technology was great and something I will do again on my next vacation. Europeans are very good at taking holiday as they call it - a true break from work, time to simply enjoy their family and friends. We ran into friends while there, the kiddo got to spend a whole day with a buddy touring Versailles and the Paris metro system. I am not sure which was more educational, the metro experience or Versailles! He has since told us more than once that spending time with his buddy was one of his favorite days of the whole trip.
Well, that got me thinking. We have Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, etc. all these avenues where 'friends' follow us or check on us or, let's be honest here, stalk us. How lucky are we to have friends that want to know what is going on in our lives? Very of course. But how much luckier are we when we have friends that want to spend time with us, even if that means finding 12 hours in a foreign country because there was no time at home? Spending time with family and friends is what life should really be all about.
Now comes the part where I change my mind come full circle. I am not suggesting that everyone has to take a foreign vacation to spend time with friends, sometimes it is as simple as sending a note, FBing a status or texting a smile (there it is, the technology that I took a break from yet suggest you use now). Life is crazy and sometimes that is all you have time for - everyone knows that - vacations are few and far between. This week I challenge everyone, myself included, to send a smile to someone you like/love and that you haven't had time to see/spend time with - don't wait for your Paris. Use the technology we have (yup, full circle - it's my blog so you should all be used to that by now). And if you get a smile, send one back...you never know, the person may enjoy it as much as you do!
Saturday, May 5, 2012
Run for the Roses
I think I have mentioned it before, but I moved quite a few times growing up. Once we moved back to the United States my mother unknowingly started a tradition for me when things get rough. In one move I remember particularly, she held me (nope - didn't like being touched way back then but in this case, it was perfect) and started singing Dan Fogelbergs's Run for the Roses. While the song is about horse racing, and specifically the Kentucky horses, the lyrics hit home.
Run for the roses, as fast as you can
Your fate is delivered, your moment's at hand.
It's the chance of a lifetime, in a lifetime of chance
And it's high time you joined in the dance,
It's high time you joined in the dance.
These words struck me even more this weekend as I was telling this story to some of my wonderful friends as any time things get tough, I sing that son to myself.
Lately, a number of great things happened. Many of my friends and family ran for their own roses, took their chance and danced without even knowing it. The kiddo finished his last track meet and set personal records & this last weekend took 4th place in the state of Texas for speaking; a friend finished a long journey of 390 miles for those who need help; others completed races, some their first, some covered in mud not just sweat; some realized that they have so many friends who love them that they danced because they can. The stories can go on...
I danced many times this week spending times with friends and family (a quick high in the garage to lunches of celebration), running early in the morning (something I couldn't do a year ago!), having fun night cheering for the home team (even if the basketball we saw doesn't deserve mention the company does!). Tomorrow morning I will be dancing my way through Heels & Hills, getting up before the sun to spend time with my friends and beating our own personal records.
All of these things, and many more that I didn't list, remind me to keep joining in the dance, even if you have two left feet. It might be scary, and you might not reach every goal right away that you set for yourself but the time is now. My friends, run for the roses - it is worth the effort so join in the dance.
P.S. Thanks Mom.
Run for the roses, as fast as you can
Your fate is delivered, your moment's at hand.
It's the chance of a lifetime, in a lifetime of chance
And it's high time you joined in the dance,
It's high time you joined in the dance.
These words struck me even more this weekend as I was telling this story to some of my wonderful friends as any time things get tough, I sing that son to myself.
Lately, a number of great things happened. Many of my friends and family ran for their own roses, took their chance and danced without even knowing it. The kiddo finished his last track meet and set personal records & this last weekend took 4th place in the state of Texas for speaking; a friend finished a long journey of 390 miles for those who need help; others completed races, some their first, some covered in mud not just sweat; some realized that they have so many friends who love them that they danced because they can. The stories can go on...
I danced many times this week spending times with friends and family (a quick high in the garage to lunches of celebration), running early in the morning (something I couldn't do a year ago!), having fun night cheering for the home team (even if the basketball we saw doesn't deserve mention the company does!). Tomorrow morning I will be dancing my way through Heels & Hills, getting up before the sun to spend time with my friends and beating our own personal records.
All of these things, and many more that I didn't list, remind me to keep joining in the dance, even if you have two left feet. It might be scary, and you might not reach every goal right away that you set for yourself but the time is now. My friends, run for the roses - it is worth the effort so join in the dance.
P.S. Thanks Mom.
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Life gets busy - can you spare 60 seconds please?
I have written before about how people are always waiting for the weekends for a break...exactly who doesn't have busy weekends anymore? I am not complaining by any means, I like what I do with the kiddos & friends on the weekends. And if I get to sleep past 5:30am I am golden anyway!
This weekend is crazy for us. Not only do we have the Walk MS Dallas on Saturday, we have another school auction and the Tough Mudder (okay, that's not we - that's just me) on Sunday and throw in opening day for the baseball team Sunday night for the closer. Is this crazy busy? Yup. Yet, I cannot wait for it to be here.
It's not because I don't like my job or what I do during the week. I can honestly say I am one of the lucky few who not only likes their job but also likes the people they work with on a daily basis. I am looking forward to the weekend because it means I get to hang out with the kiddo - even if it is with thousands of other people - in support of a cure for MS.
This cause is near and dear to me as I have a friend who is more like sister with MS. She will be out there with us, walking with pride in orange shirts (a literal sea of orange) in the hopes that someday we will find a cure. Over the past few years, many new developments and drugs have been found through the research supported by our walk and those across the nation. In the course of fundraising this year, I have met so many other people who are directly or have loved ones who are afflicted MS and no one would know. It isn't a disease that you hear a lot about (such as cancer), but it is very real and affects many people.
I know this entry is more serious than most of my posts (which have been severely lacking this year - sorry) but it is what came into my head this morning! If you don't mind, please take a moment Saturday morning to say a quick prayer or have a quick thought for the cure for MS please...it doesn't take but a moment and you never know who you might be helping out.
:)
This weekend is crazy for us. Not only do we have the Walk MS Dallas on Saturday, we have another school auction and the Tough Mudder (okay, that's not we - that's just me) on Sunday and throw in opening day for the baseball team Sunday night for the closer. Is this crazy busy? Yup. Yet, I cannot wait for it to be here.
It's not because I don't like my job or what I do during the week. I can honestly say I am one of the lucky few who not only likes their job but also likes the people they work with on a daily basis. I am looking forward to the weekend because it means I get to hang out with the kiddo - even if it is with thousands of other people - in support of a cure for MS.
This cause is near and dear to me as I have a friend who is more like sister with MS. She will be out there with us, walking with pride in orange shirts (a literal sea of orange) in the hopes that someday we will find a cure. Over the past few years, many new developments and drugs have been found through the research supported by our walk and those across the nation. In the course of fundraising this year, I have met so many other people who are directly or have loved ones who are afflicted MS and no one would know. It isn't a disease that you hear a lot about (such as cancer), but it is very real and affects many people.
I know this entry is more serious than most of my posts (which have been severely lacking this year - sorry) but it is what came into my head this morning! If you don't mind, please take a moment Saturday morning to say a quick prayer or have a quick thought for the cure for MS please...it doesn't take but a moment and you never know who you might be helping out.
:)
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
For the good of all...
Let me start by saying that this may (translation - will most definitely) come across as dramatic but as the blog owner, sometimes I get to be dramatic. We all have our days. Enough about that.
Today I got my first MRI at lovely Envision Imaging of Allen which is where I became a regular not a year ago for my then broken foot. This time it was as a result of the strained ligaments in my knee not healing quite as fast as my doctor would like. I love my doctor, she didn't chide me for waiting to come see her and admitted she would have done the same thing (we had a double to run people!). But this is not about that, this entry is about my need to be KNOCKED OUT.
Why do I feel the need to be knocked out you ask? That's easy - because an MRI is a metal tube of death. A loud, tight, scary - albeit very well lit - metal tube of death (MToD for short). I am not a claustrophobic person, at least normally, and did not have to be all the way in the MToD, in fact, my head was not in the MToD. This does not change the fact that every slightest shift of the sliding 'bed' of fear towards the MToD sent cold shivers down my back and my hands started to sweat. I knew I wasn't going all the way in, I was still in street clothes with zippers and hooks, but that did not stop the irrational fear of enclosure. The music coming through the headphones that had me singing in my head? Nope, not a soother either.
I clearly survived and have all my body parts unsmooshed (it's a word). Should there be a next time, this is the only warning I can give: I will fight harder than a honey badger and spider monkey combined to not have it happen AND for the good of all - please knock me out. I promise, I will buy a round when I awake.
***Update! I have heard back and have what is called Iliotibial Band Syndrome and have PT starting Friday. I will get to run again! Only this time, I will know when to take it easy (I will - sometimes) and leave the MToD for others.***
Today I got my first MRI at lovely Envision Imaging of Allen which is where I became a regular not a year ago for my then broken foot. This time it was as a result of the strained ligaments in my knee not healing quite as fast as my doctor would like. I love my doctor, she didn't chide me for waiting to come see her and admitted she would have done the same thing (we had a double to run people!). But this is not about that, this entry is about my need to be KNOCKED OUT.
Why do I feel the need to be knocked out you ask? That's easy - because an MRI is a metal tube of death. A loud, tight, scary - albeit very well lit - metal tube of death (MToD for short). I am not a claustrophobic person, at least normally, and did not have to be all the way in the MToD, in fact, my head was not in the MToD. This does not change the fact that every slightest shift of the sliding 'bed' of fear towards the MToD sent cold shivers down my back and my hands started to sweat. I knew I wasn't going all the way in, I was still in street clothes with zippers and hooks, but that did not stop the irrational fear of enclosure. The music coming through the headphones that had me singing in my head? Nope, not a soother either.
I clearly survived and have all my body parts unsmooshed (it's a word). Should there be a next time, this is the only warning I can give: I will fight harder than a honey badger and spider monkey combined to not have it happen AND for the good of all - please knock me out. I promise, I will buy a round when I awake.
MToD - and sliding bed of fear.
***Update! I have heard back and have what is called Iliotibial Band Syndrome and have PT starting Friday. I will get to run again! Only this time, I will know when to take it easy (I will - sometimes) and leave the MToD for others.***
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
We did it...
In 2011 I became a workout person. I like to go to boot camp at 5:30am outside in a parking lot or parking garage (only if it is really raining or really cold of course). The people I met that have kept me motivated make it that much more fun. We work through the pain, the gain, the good times and bad and still show up for more. In August I started running - training for my first half marathon. I completed that first one with one of my best friends in the rain and cold. We were wet from the first step to the last but we did it and did it well.
The next half was the first leg of the New Years Double. We had decided to do a 1/2 on the 31st and 5k on the 1st as we were pretty sure that pain would play a major role. I had no idea how much of course. Two weeks prior to the NYD, I did a hilly training run with my crew. Nothing new for any of us and I felt great afterwards. It wasn't until later when I was at the movies and couldn't get my knee to straighten without more pain than I ever felt that I realized something was wrong.
Now, a smart adult would take this as a sign to rest up and I did, I only did one more 4 mile run before the half. I never said I was a smart adult. I made it through the half - slower than my first one but yet still made it with minimal walking and got ice right after the race. Immediately actually, it was comical how quickly I voluntarily got a huge bag of ice for my knee while standing outside during a sunny 45 degree day.
The next day, under penalty of bodily injury (I do love our running crew, we take better care of each other than we do ourselves and wouldn't make it a step without the support) I walked the 5k. This was painful and I don't just mean literally. Having started where I did in January (more than 20 pounds heavier and WAY out of shape and not just because I was coming off of a fractured foot) to running 1/2 marathons and working out 6 days a week and then having to walk 3 miles - I 'ran' the first 1/4 mile as well as I could and that was not smart but nothing was going to stop me - was not where I wanted to be. I was there with the kiddo who once told me he hated running more than anything in the world and yet he was voluntarily running two 5ks and still at the finish line cheering for us.
I was having a big time internal pity party as I walked with a smile on my face until this one woman walked up next to me and said 'Hey, we might be walking but we are out here doing it and that is better than being on our couch!'. You know what? She was right. We were out there walking in the beautiful weather because that is what we could do. I walked for a while with another guy who was about to go in for knee surgery. He ran the half the day before too and was paying the same price I was but we were out there walking with smiles and enjoying every minute of it.
Moral? Yes, it stinks to train and not make a goal I set but this is a new year and I still have plenty of trails and asphalt to kick ahead of me! So here we go 2012 - recover and take on the year. You may be 'walking' through whatever it is you are doing right now, but at least you are taking steps and you will 'run' through it before you know it. One foot in front of the other.
PS: I am already thinking that the 2012/2013 New Year Double needs to be a 1/2 / 1/2 for me...how's that for a goal? (Yup, I have lost my mind)
The next half was the first leg of the New Years Double. We had decided to do a 1/2 on the 31st and 5k on the 1st as we were pretty sure that pain would play a major role. I had no idea how much of course. Two weeks prior to the NYD, I did a hilly training run with my crew. Nothing new for any of us and I felt great afterwards. It wasn't until later when I was at the movies and couldn't get my knee to straighten without more pain than I ever felt that I realized something was wrong.
Now, a smart adult would take this as a sign to rest up and I did, I only did one more 4 mile run before the half. I never said I was a smart adult. I made it through the half - slower than my first one but yet still made it with minimal walking and got ice right after the race. Immediately actually, it was comical how quickly I voluntarily got a huge bag of ice for my knee while standing outside during a sunny 45 degree day.
The next day, under penalty of bodily injury (I do love our running crew, we take better care of each other than we do ourselves and wouldn't make it a step without the support) I walked the 5k. This was painful and I don't just mean literally. Having started where I did in January (more than 20 pounds heavier and WAY out of shape and not just because I was coming off of a fractured foot) to running 1/2 marathons and working out 6 days a week and then having to walk 3 miles - I 'ran' the first 1/4 mile as well as I could and that was not smart but nothing was going to stop me - was not where I wanted to be. I was there with the kiddo who once told me he hated running more than anything in the world and yet he was voluntarily running two 5ks and still at the finish line cheering for us.
I was having a big time internal pity party as I walked with a smile on my face until this one woman walked up next to me and said 'Hey, we might be walking but we are out here doing it and that is better than being on our couch!'. You know what? She was right. We were out there walking in the beautiful weather because that is what we could do. I walked for a while with another guy who was about to go in for knee surgery. He ran the half the day before too and was paying the same price I was but we were out there walking with smiles and enjoying every minute of it.
Moral? Yes, it stinks to train and not make a goal I set but this is a new year and I still have plenty of trails and asphalt to kick ahead of me! So here we go 2012 - recover and take on the year. You may be 'walking' through whatever it is you are doing right now, but at least you are taking steps and you will 'run' through it before you know it. One foot in front of the other.
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