Some times I get a certain idea or thought stuck in my head. I mull it over for days. It continues to manifest it's way into my thoughts until I figure out what I need to do to wrestle with the idea, thought or person.
I was recently watching a TV show (yes, TV can be inspiring). I was struck by the idea of something that was said on that show about great character development in TV characters. The statement was the person "just happens to also be..." as if every person in the universe is not just one dimentional - but also they just happen to be a lot of other things. About looking at a person for who they are.
So I thought of this in context of me. I have so often identified myself with the just so happens to be with the mutlple jobs that I have - from blogger, to hotel sales, to ski lift ticket sales to fitness sales. (Ok, - so maybe I overdo it with sales).
But I also happen to be a mom. I happen to be someone who is a friend, I happen to have other passions and interests.
I have done and I have seen - but I desire more. To see more. To do more. To be this. To be that. I just happen to be a whole lot more than I think I put out there. I am not sure how many other people think of the just so happens to be in everyone else's life.
What else do they have on their plate? What else occupies their thoughts? What do they celebrate? What do they morn? Who were they? Who will they be? Ultimately, to understand a person I have to get to the "what else they happen to be." an dI might be able to better understand....or have them understand me.
Saturday, November 9, 2013
Saturday, November 2, 2013
Life's Mysteries Unraveled
So I have been texting this new friend of mine. I feel like I am getting to know him better (Yes, you can do that on text). I started this new "game" called question of the day (QOD). I started out asking some of what I might call simple questions - what is your favorite color? What would you want with you on a deserted island?
But then I want to get to know him better - so I threw out a more difficult question today. The question prompt was - what is one of life's mysteries that you believe you have figured out. Then i thought about what I would need to say if I had to answer that question.
For me, the mystery I have figured out - is simply that I don't know everything. I am enamored with learning and asking questions. I can learn more if I listen with an open heart and not try so hard to impress - but rather let those other people impress me - simply by being who they are, having experienced what they have experienced, knowing who and what they know.
What have you figured out?
But then I want to get to know him better - so I threw out a more difficult question today. The question prompt was - what is one of life's mysteries that you believe you have figured out. Then i thought about what I would need to say if I had to answer that question.
For me, the mystery I have figured out - is simply that I don't know everything. I am enamored with learning and asking questions. I can learn more if I listen with an open heart and not try so hard to impress - but rather let those other people impress me - simply by being who they are, having experienced what they have experienced, knowing who and what they know.
What have you figured out?
Book of Mormon Adventure
I have wanted to see the Book of Mormon for several years now. It seems to always come to Denver - as some of the co-co creators Trey Parker and Matt Stone are from Colorado (and also went to my alma matter, University of Colorado). I had been invited earlier to see the show on the media night (opening night). I couldn't go because I had my kids that night - and rather than leave them at home alone so that I could go galavanting around seeing a show I wanted to see - I stayed home with them. (I had also asked my friend if she wanted to go and she could not).
I had heard that they offer Lottery for tickets. How that basically works is that you put your name in a raffle bin between 5 and 5:30 (show time is at 7:30). At 5:30, a worker from the Denver Center pulls out approximately 10 names and the are allowed to purchase up to two tickets - GOOD SEATS - for just $25 a ticket.
I had purposefully waited until Halloween night because I thought that there would be fewer people there that night - and it would give me a better chance of winning. I arrived at 5 on the dot and quickly met another person in line. He informed me that he had done this before (and had seen Book of Mormon three other times). He said we have a better chance if each of us say that we are getting two tickets - then if his name is picked he would be my second person and the reciprocal for me. Sounded like a deal.
The worker pulled out name after name and neither mine nor this other guy's name was chosen. Hmmm... Ok now what? I was downtown. I had paid for parking. I had no plans for the night. I couldn't go home (cause I didn't buy candy for Halloween beggars - since my kids were at their dad's house). So... I waited. All the others from the lottery seemed to have dissipated. I people watched. I sat on a bench and started talking to whomever would sit next to me.
One guy came by selling a ticket for $140. YIKES! I only brought $40 cash. That would be all I would spend. (I also knew that the seats at the top of the theater were only $35 face value). I waited. I got cold. I was hungry (good thing I brought that granola bar in the bottom of my purse). Just 10 minutes before show time. A nice couple came up and were selling tickets. They were just $35! I bought it and I was in!!! YAY!
Turned out that they just moved here from Pennsylvania and have several family members here. The family member that was supposed to come was sick in the hospital. The 2nd ticket they had - they sold to some guy (I had briefly teased them outside the theater to sell it to a decent looking single guy - they did a good job of listening). We all had decent conversation prior to the show (however brief that was) and at intermission. I felt totally comfortable going by myself.
The show was funny. Irreverent. My mom and sister would have hated it. My friend Angie would have thought it awesome. The songs were hilarious. The themes overall were good but with a sense of jabs that made it very funny. I see why everyone I know has seen it. I understand why it has record sales.
Would you try the lottery? What would you do for tickets? If you made a plan (like seeing a play) what would you do to try to get it to happen? Would you travel downtown and pay to park even if you didn't have tickets? What show do you really want to see?
I had purposefully waited until Halloween night because I thought that there would be fewer people there that night - and it would give me a better chance of winning. I arrived at 5 on the dot and quickly met another person in line. He informed me that he had done this before (and had seen Book of Mormon three other times). He said we have a better chance if each of us say that we are getting two tickets - then if his name is picked he would be my second person and the reciprocal for me. Sounded like a deal.
The worker pulled out name after name and neither mine nor this other guy's name was chosen. Hmmm... Ok now what? I was downtown. I had paid for parking. I had no plans for the night. I couldn't go home (cause I didn't buy candy for Halloween beggars - since my kids were at their dad's house). So... I waited. All the others from the lottery seemed to have dissipated. I people watched. I sat on a bench and started talking to whomever would sit next to me.
One guy came by selling a ticket for $140. YIKES! I only brought $40 cash. That would be all I would spend. (I also knew that the seats at the top of the theater were only $35 face value). I waited. I got cold. I was hungry (good thing I brought that granola bar in the bottom of my purse). Just 10 minutes before show time. A nice couple came up and were selling tickets. They were just $35! I bought it and I was in!!! YAY!
Turned out that they just moved here from Pennsylvania and have several family members here. The family member that was supposed to come was sick in the hospital. The 2nd ticket they had - they sold to some guy (I had briefly teased them outside the theater to sell it to a decent looking single guy - they did a good job of listening). We all had decent conversation prior to the show (however brief that was) and at intermission. I felt totally comfortable going by myself.
The show was funny. Irreverent. My mom and sister would have hated it. My friend Angie would have thought it awesome. The songs were hilarious. The themes overall were good but with a sense of jabs that made it very funny. I see why everyone I know has seen it. I understand why it has record sales.
Would you try the lottery? What would you do for tickets? If you made a plan (like seeing a play) what would you do to try to get it to happen? Would you travel downtown and pay to park even if you didn't have tickets? What show do you really want to see?
Friday, October 11, 2013
Accomplished
I went to lunch with my friend Andri to day. She is such a light of a person. I love hanging out with her. Her easy way of being so self assured. Her way of showing everyone else around her that it is easy to laugh. That it is good to have fun.
While at lunch, she was telling me that she is so proud of her sister. She was lit up with the pride of an older sister. She was telling me that her sister is so accomplished. That she [her sister] has come a long way from her shy days in High School. So I asked her what success means. What does accomplishment mean?
And while in my self absorbed way (thinking about where I am in life right now) - I was wondering if her sister knew how proud of her she is...I was thinking about how I have not spent the time to tell those around me how proud of them that I am - about what their successes and troubles teach me. Who I look up to and why. So here are a few long overdue praises for family and friends that come to mind.
My sister - despite me being the big sister, you have done far more than teach me a thing or two. I am so proud of the mom and wife you are. You continue to show me daily - how to make sure that my priorities are straight. That job is not the be-all end-all no matter how fun it may seem. You live a life that is so white-picket fence. The kind of life that people spend a lifetime believing is only possible in a movie is your life. You are far more accomplished than I give you credit for. You are accomplished as the perfect sister.
My friend Angie - Angie knows who she is and what is important in life. You believe so strongly in your convictions and beliefs. You have proven to me that life may not be easy always - but there is always something to look forward to. You prove over and over again that pit or no - you can claw your way to getting everything want and everything you believe possible for yourself. You are far more accomplished than you give yourself credit for. As I told you the other day - if I only had 1/2 the things going for me that you do for you I would be in such a happy place.
My High School Girls - (Kim, JoAnn, Andri, Valerie, Tracey) - You are all amazing women in your own right. Friendships can cross boundaries of great schims of time and different lives (we cold not all have been in more diverse places). I love each of you for what you show me. That I know no matter what.
To Loretta - You continually teach me that diversity is beautiful. Different thoughts are to be celebrated (even though you and I agree on much). That I have a responsibility to make the world a better place. You are a beautiful person inside and out. You are far more accomplished than the degrees, education, and experiences that you have had.
To My Parents - for showing me there is hope for finding the right fit in a mate - someone who really is your best friend and can have fun with you in the Best Western's in Rifle or in the Palace Suite in Las Vegas (with a $750 food tab!). For showing me how to live an honorable life of hard work and working for the things that mean the most (family!). You are accomplished in teaching me to be a responsible & contributing adult.
Thank you Andri - for giving me the time to remember to tell those people closest to me that they are special! That like you are of your sister, I am around amazingly accomplished people - you are one of them!
While at lunch, she was telling me that she is so proud of her sister. She was lit up with the pride of an older sister. She was telling me that her sister is so accomplished. That she [her sister] has come a long way from her shy days in High School. So I asked her what success means. What does accomplishment mean?
And while in my self absorbed way (thinking about where I am in life right now) - I was wondering if her sister knew how proud of her she is...I was thinking about how I have not spent the time to tell those around me how proud of them that I am - about what their successes and troubles teach me. Who I look up to and why. So here are a few long overdue praises for family and friends that come to mind.
My sister - despite me being the big sister, you have done far more than teach me a thing or two. I am so proud of the mom and wife you are. You continue to show me daily - how to make sure that my priorities are straight. That job is not the be-all end-all no matter how fun it may seem. You live a life that is so white-picket fence. The kind of life that people spend a lifetime believing is only possible in a movie is your life. You are far more accomplished than I give you credit for. You are accomplished as the perfect sister.
My friend Angie - Angie knows who she is and what is important in life. You believe so strongly in your convictions and beliefs. You have proven to me that life may not be easy always - but there is always something to look forward to. You prove over and over again that pit or no - you can claw your way to getting everything want and everything you believe possible for yourself. You are far more accomplished than you give yourself credit for. As I told you the other day - if I only had 1/2 the things going for me that you do for you I would be in such a happy place.
My High School Girls - (Kim, JoAnn, Andri, Valerie, Tracey) - You are all amazing women in your own right. Friendships can cross boundaries of great schims of time and different lives (we cold not all have been in more diverse places). I love each of you for what you show me. That I know no matter what.
To Loretta - You continually teach me that diversity is beautiful. Different thoughts are to be celebrated (even though you and I agree on much). That I have a responsibility to make the world a better place. You are a beautiful person inside and out. You are far more accomplished than the degrees, education, and experiences that you have had.
To My Parents - for showing me there is hope for finding the right fit in a mate - someone who really is your best friend and can have fun with you in the Best Western's in Rifle or in the Palace Suite in Las Vegas (with a $750 food tab!). For showing me how to live an honorable life of hard work and working for the things that mean the most (family!). You are accomplished in teaching me to be a responsible & contributing adult.
Thank you Andri - for giving me the time to remember to tell those people closest to me that they are special! That like you are of your sister, I am around amazingly accomplished people - you are one of them!
Monday, October 7, 2013
More questions
Sometimes, I like to think that I am in control of my life. Like I somehow was the grand designer of where I am. But then I see that there is a color wheel that I've totally missed on the painting of where I am and where I want to be. The picture is not complete without it.
There is one thing I wish for more than anything - but there is absolutely nothing that I can do to create it for myself. It is a dance. It is a balance.
Do I tell him that I like him and that he occupies by thoughts? Does he know that? Does he reciprocate it? Does he care? Does he feel the same? Does he just hang out with me to be nice - because he doesn't have anything else to do? Does he have the same fears? Does he care about his fears? What does he care about? What do I know? What don't I? Why are there so many questions - when I think I should be learning the answers?
What is the one thing? Is there one thing? What matters? What doesn't?
Suffice it to say, I am lost. I don't know how to do this. I don't know where to start. This is something you can not learn because there are so many other factors at play. It is not a simple equation that is easy to read and understand.
I am somehow confused...looks right, feels right...no feedback. None. Done?
There is one thing I wish for more than anything - but there is absolutely nothing that I can do to create it for myself. It is a dance. It is a balance.
Do I tell him that I like him and that he occupies by thoughts? Does he know that? Does he reciprocate it? Does he care? Does he feel the same? Does he just hang out with me to be nice - because he doesn't have anything else to do? Does he have the same fears? Does he care about his fears? What does he care about? What do I know? What don't I? Why are there so many questions - when I think I should be learning the answers?
What is the one thing? Is there one thing? What matters? What doesn't?
Suffice it to say, I am lost. I don't know how to do this. I don't know where to start. This is something you can not learn because there are so many other factors at play. It is not a simple equation that is easy to read and understand.
I am somehow confused...looks right, feels right...no feedback. None. Done?
Sunday, August 18, 2013
Over active brain?
Sometimes I have to remind myself not to over think things. People do things for a reason - and even once they are done - you can not go back and change them. There are no do-overs in life. Life is too fleeting to take time wondering what it is that YOU have done. Perhaps it is those around us who are harboring too many thoughts - so we re-think.
Maybe there is something to be said to being a simpleton. How do I get to that? To not think too much?
Maybe there is something to be said to being a simpleton. How do I get to that? To not think too much?
Morning Hold Out
I can recall being invited to elementary school sleep overs at a
friend's house. The excitement and fun was great! All until the
morning. You see, I am a morning person. I get up fairly early every
day. Ok, I'm not in the military so I'm not crazy - but you know like,
6:30 or 7:00 every morning without an alarm.
In the morning, I would lay there among the other girls - but not knowing if I should just get up and quietly do somethign (I think that is how I got sooo into magazines - because I could quietly look at them). I would lay there an stare at the ceiling wondering if I should get up and go sit in the kitchen with my friend's parents or just lay there until everyone else was up. Eventually I would hold out until the other girls woke up.
So I grew up, I've stayed my fair share on friend's couches. That makes it easier to know when they are up - because I could just pretend I was asleep until they made noise and I would beautifully (almost as though it were some sort of coreography) stretch and appear to wake up right then. My own personal version of Sleeping Beauty (not necessarily with the handsome prince kiss to wake me up).
But there have been the few times that I have stayed in the "guest room". I would listen and listen for noise to see if the other person was awake. Going to the bathroom always seems to help (because then you can look around and see if they are awake or not).
There are still lessons that I have not learned as an adult - like what to do when you wake up early! Does anyone else agonize about being the early guest or the one that sleeps way in? How do the rules change when you are at a guy's house? Do you sneak out? Do you do the sleeping beauty thing?
In the morning, I would lay there among the other girls - but not knowing if I should just get up and quietly do somethign (I think that is how I got sooo into magazines - because I could quietly look at them). I would lay there an stare at the ceiling wondering if I should get up and go sit in the kitchen with my friend's parents or just lay there until everyone else was up. Eventually I would hold out until the other girls woke up.
So I grew up, I've stayed my fair share on friend's couches. That makes it easier to know when they are up - because I could just pretend I was asleep until they made noise and I would beautifully (almost as though it were some sort of coreography) stretch and appear to wake up right then. My own personal version of Sleeping Beauty (not necessarily with the handsome prince kiss to wake me up).
But there have been the few times that I have stayed in the "guest room". I would listen and listen for noise to see if the other person was awake. Going to the bathroom always seems to help (because then you can look around and see if they are awake or not).
There are still lessons that I have not learned as an adult - like what to do when you wake up early! Does anyone else agonize about being the early guest or the one that sleeps way in? How do the rules change when you are at a guy's house? Do you sneak out? Do you do the sleeping beauty thing?
Sunday, August 4, 2013
PenPal to TextPal to Caller?
I may have mentioned one or twenty times before that I am on some online dating sites. Working at home (for myself) does not really lend itself to being a great way to meet new people).
so my question today is - why oh why do guys keep going and going with being someone's pen-pal but never call? I have been communicating with a couple guys that I'm really quite interested in meeting in person. They both have my number - which really has done nothing more than moving the back and forth pen-pal tendencies from the dating site to now being text friends.
Seriously, I must be too old for this kind of dating or I don't really get it. When someone goes as far as giving you their number and/or inviting you to be a friend on their facebook page...THEY ARE INTERSTED. I won't say no if they say do you want to meet for coffee or drinks or something?
But still, I somehow think that it is in the hands of the guy to be the one that asks the girl out. I'm not sure what that stems from so...I guess I will have a few more text friends and add to my facebook friends numbers?
Do you know of others that have this same weird dichotomy? How to we (girls) help to push the guys to actually ASK?
so my question today is - why oh why do guys keep going and going with being someone's pen-pal but never call? I have been communicating with a couple guys that I'm really quite interested in meeting in person. They both have my number - which really has done nothing more than moving the back and forth pen-pal tendencies from the dating site to now being text friends.
Seriously, I must be too old for this kind of dating or I don't really get it. When someone goes as far as giving you their number and/or inviting you to be a friend on their facebook page...THEY ARE INTERSTED. I won't say no if they say do you want to meet for coffee or drinks or something?
But still, I somehow think that it is in the hands of the guy to be the one that asks the girl out. I'm not sure what that stems from so...I guess I will have a few more text friends and add to my facebook friends numbers?
Do you know of others that have this same weird dichotomy? How to we (girls) help to push the guys to actually ASK?
Friday, August 2, 2013
Crested Butte Family
Every family has a history, a place that they are from and a place where they have roots. My family (at least my dad's side) is from Crested Butte, Colorado. My dad vehemently lays claim to the ski area of Crested Butte being owned by his family. (Yes, there really is evidence that his stories are not just stories - they are truths! (His family was Malensek)
Every summer my immediate family (my dad, mom, kids, sister, brother in law, and nephews) make a trip to Crested Butte. I love this time with my family. We stayed at a condo/house which we have stayed in for several years now. (Why my parents don't just try to figure out how to purchase property up there I'm not sure). We were there for four nights. Each night the members of the family were set in teams. Each team was to make a meal for everyone. They were also in charge of cleaning up as well.
The other times were spent walking around town, Jeeping up steep areas (Hello Schofield pass and Pearl Pass) and I made my daughter take a small hike with me. Peyton was up for a longer hike to the top of Mt. Crested Butte - but the weather didn't cooperate. My dad only went with me and my kids once - after that he claimed it was his hip - or that he preferred going fishing. (My son happily obliged to spending time with Grampy to avoid hiking).
This year was the first day of my mom's retirement. I wonder what will happen with this tradition when my parents are no longer able to make the trip (I don't think the lack of WANT will ever be there). I wonder how this will change as they get older. I wonder if we will still go. I wonder if we will do less jeeping?
How have your family traditions/trips/events changed with the advent of changes from your parents - retirement, loss, health?
Every summer my immediate family (my dad, mom, kids, sister, brother in law, and nephews) make a trip to Crested Butte. I love this time with my family. We stayed at a condo/house which we have stayed in for several years now. (Why my parents don't just try to figure out how to purchase property up there I'm not sure). We were there for four nights. Each night the members of the family were set in teams. Each team was to make a meal for everyone. They were also in charge of cleaning up as well.
The other times were spent walking around town, Jeeping up steep areas (Hello Schofield pass and Pearl Pass) and I made my daughter take a small hike with me. Peyton was up for a longer hike to the top of Mt. Crested Butte - but the weather didn't cooperate. My dad only went with me and my kids once - after that he claimed it was his hip - or that he preferred going fishing. (My son happily obliged to spending time with Grampy to avoid hiking).
This year was the first day of my mom's retirement. I wonder what will happen with this tradition when my parents are no longer able to make the trip (I don't think the lack of WANT will ever be there). I wonder how this will change as they get older. I wonder if we will still go. I wonder if we will do less jeeping?
How have your family traditions/trips/events changed with the advent of changes from your parents - retirement, loss, health?
Monday, July 22, 2013
Good Morning Colorado Workout
Red Rocks is perhaps one of the greatest assets we have in Denver, Colorado. The large outdoor ampitheater has been home to some of the coolest concerts and is also a great place to work out! I have gone to work out there a couple times with my friend Angie. There are individuals that have their headphones on as they jog down the stairs - or people doing yoga among the steps in the Colorado sunshine. But this last Saturday was perhaps one of the coolest things that I have been a party to.
Fitness On The Rocks is the brainchild of Alex Chapman, who I used to know when we worked at 24 Hour Fitness together. He brings together all different kinds of workouts from full body, to body combat, to zumba and more. Then tells all his friends, all of Denver and they tell their friends.
The final result? Over 8,600 people waking up to a Colorado sunrise doing a mass work-out together. Yes indeed. Colorado is a healthy state. I am glad I was a part of this.
As for next year, I would love to help him make it a bigger deal. Let's really get Colorado out there moving. There were workouts for everyone from the fitness enthusiast to the person who is just beginning their fitness journey (and for some of them just getting up the stairs to the theater was a big workout). Will you join me? I will save you a place right next to me next year!
Fitness On The Rocks is the brainchild of Alex Chapman, who I used to know when we worked at 24 Hour Fitness together. He brings together all different kinds of workouts from full body, to body combat, to zumba and more. Then tells all his friends, all of Denver and they tell their friends.
The final result? Over 8,600 people waking up to a Colorado sunrise doing a mass work-out together. Yes indeed. Colorado is a healthy state. I am glad I was a part of this.
As for next year, I would love to help him make it a bigger deal. Let's really get Colorado out there moving. There were workouts for everyone from the fitness enthusiast to the person who is just beginning their fitness journey (and for some of them just getting up the stairs to the theater was a big workout). Will you join me? I will save you a place right next to me next year!
Friday, July 19, 2013
Whole Foods Mozarella Class
I have been taking my kids to random free things for years now. At least since in got divorced and had to significantly reduce any kind of "budget" that I had for entertainment.
The most recent installment of the free kind was the mozarella class at Whole Foods. Whole Foods has free classes every Thursday. This was one of the first ones we attended. (Next week is Paella - sounds like fun). We made a true field trip of it - as it was not at the neighborhood Whole Foods but another one in town.
We arrived approximately 20 minute before class began - which enabled us to have front row seats. (That really wasn't by design it was just the odd traffic flow to that particular store). We took turns walking the store and trying the free samples.
The class began with simple instructions on how to make the cheese (it really is very easy as you just literally pour boiling water over the curds; ply & stretch gently, roll into a ball; cool in a water bath). The she proceeded to show us three different recipes using cheese. She talked about how fresh mozarella is seasonal - I had no idea! We received generous samples (at least 4 each) and then she opened it up to questions.
Plus, by hanging around and talking to the instructor, my son received the remainder of the cheese samples that she made.
The instructor was amazingly approachable. She was down to earth and friendly. It really seemed like she wanted to SHARE about cheese making - and not just show off how awesome she is. (Although I would fully admit she was awesome). We didn't plan on buying anything (did I mention I was on a budget). But we bought the take home version of the cheesemaking kit for just $5! So the fun will continue. We will attempt to make our own cheese.
Free entertainment that intrigued my 13 year old son who is really into cooking and my 12 year old daughter who is generally not into anything I take her to. While not all the classes seem like an interesting topic we will likely go again.
The most recent installment of the free kind was the mozarella class at Whole Foods. Whole Foods has free classes every Thursday. This was one of the first ones we attended. (Next week is Paella - sounds like fun). We made a true field trip of it - as it was not at the neighborhood Whole Foods but another one in town.
We arrived approximately 20 minute before class began - which enabled us to have front row seats. (That really wasn't by design it was just the odd traffic flow to that particular store). We took turns walking the store and trying the free samples.
The class began with simple instructions on how to make the cheese (it really is very easy as you just literally pour boiling water over the curds; ply & stretch gently, roll into a ball; cool in a water bath). The she proceeded to show us three different recipes using cheese. She talked about how fresh mozarella is seasonal - I had no idea! We received generous samples (at least 4 each) and then she opened it up to questions.
Plus, by hanging around and talking to the instructor, my son received the remainder of the cheese samples that she made.
The instructor was amazingly approachable. She was down to earth and friendly. It really seemed like she wanted to SHARE about cheese making - and not just show off how awesome she is. (Although I would fully admit she was awesome). We didn't plan on buying anything (did I mention I was on a budget). But we bought the take home version of the cheesemaking kit for just $5! So the fun will continue. We will attempt to make our own cheese.
Free entertainment that intrigued my 13 year old son who is really into cooking and my 12 year old daughter who is generally not into anything I take her to. While not all the classes seem like an interesting topic we will likely go again.
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Word Wednesday: Fortuitous
I start all kinds of projects or have these great ideas that never seem to get off the ground. But one thing I know for sure, is that I love words. In all their forms. I will be reading and stumble on a word. I think in words and fonts (yes, all of my doodles look like I'm taking notes). I write lists.
But this morning, I work up with a word on my thoughts. That word? Fortuitous. I looked it up. Here is it's meaning:
But this morning, I work up with a word on my thoughts. That word? Fortuitous. I looked it up. Here is it's meaning:
a : fortunate, lucky <from a cost standpoint, the company's timing is fortuitous — Business Week>
b : coming or happening by a lucky chance <belted down the stairs, and there was a fortuitous train — Doris Lessing>
So, I am going to start the day with a belief that I will indeed have a fortuitous day! Cheers to you! I hope you have a fortuitous day too!
Do you think in words? What is your favorite word recently?
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
What do you Fear?
I have been doing a lot of personal development studying in the past few weeks. (In almost a month I have devoured like 6 books!) Many of these books really remind me that many of the things I fear are fears simply in my head.
I was so proud of a friend of mine who recently took this lifelong fear of snakes - and made a commitment to face her fears. She asked the help of a friend - who knows someone who owns a reptile shop. To allow her to pet a snake. I thought, "Wow, she's amazing to take this fear and really face it head on." I have been out hiking with her when she's seen a snake and jumped 500 feet in the air (Superman you're leaping a tall building in a single bound has nuthin' on her when she sees a snake!). I know this was a real fear for her so much so that she may have wanted to hike on certain trails during certain times of the year - but wouldn't because there were snake sightings.
While I was not there when she faced her fear, she did post photos on facebook when she accomplished the feat. I thought she would just touch the snake and be done with it. I thought the snake would stay safely inside it's cage (or whatever you call those tanks). But no, not only did she just pet the dang thing but she let it crawl on her arm!!!
What do you fear? Are your fears just in your head? What have you made so big - that it stops you from hiking the mountain you want to climb?
I was so proud of a friend of mine who recently took this lifelong fear of snakes - and made a commitment to face her fears. She asked the help of a friend - who knows someone who owns a reptile shop. To allow her to pet a snake. I thought, "Wow, she's amazing to take this fear and really face it head on." I have been out hiking with her when she's seen a snake and jumped 500 feet in the air (Superman you're leaping a tall building in a single bound has nuthin' on her when she sees a snake!). I know this was a real fear for her so much so that she may have wanted to hike on certain trails during certain times of the year - but wouldn't because there were snake sightings.
While I was not there when she faced her fear, she did post photos on facebook when she accomplished the feat. I thought she would just touch the snake and be done with it. I thought the snake would stay safely inside it's cage (or whatever you call those tanks). But no, not only did she just pet the dang thing but she let it crawl on her arm!!!
Saturday, June 15, 2013
You Are What You Post
I recently saw a Ted talk about the very idea - that people develop ideas of who you are based on what you post. It made me start thinking. I started thinking about what I am. What I post. I don't post every day about working out (but I try to stay healthy and work out a lot). I have two kids - but one of them has asked me not to post much of anything about them (teenagers!). I love chocolate. I drink wine - but prefer beer. I hike - but don't post much about it. I don't watch much TV - but have a tendency to comment when someone says something about that one and only show that I do watch (AMAZING RACE).
I read a book recently by Chalene Johnson (Beachbody, CampDoMore, TurboKick, Turbo Fire guru). In her book, Push she talked about writing goals - but not necessarily putting in the information on parts of you that are already inherent (I work out - I don't need to make that a GOAL).
I was wondering how these two ideas converge. Social being - and inherent actions. When I was led to the larger question. Do you post the everyday mundane? Do you put something on facebook that is almost too normal? Do my friends really believe that I am a jet-setting (I've gone on a trip almost every month so far this year and have more planned), Snowboarding Shred Betty, single person who is out on the town every night?
I hope not. Because that is why I believe some people can begin to feel somewhat inadequate - when their "mundane" life doesn't live up to what someone else wrote about their fabulous life on facebook.
The reality in my world tonight? My kids are fighting. I'm done playing referee. Someone is going to get hurt. I said it. I sound like my mom - I said I never would. My hair looks awful and I certainly wouldn't post a pic of me right now. We are wasting time as they stare absent-mindedly at the TV while they grouse about the fact that I don't have anything good to eat in the house. I am trying to ignore them - as I write a blog about...my daily nothingness.
I read a book recently by Chalene Johnson (Beachbody, CampDoMore, TurboKick, Turbo Fire guru). In her book, Push she talked about writing goals - but not necessarily putting in the information on parts of you that are already inherent (I work out - I don't need to make that a GOAL).
I was wondering how these two ideas converge. Social being - and inherent actions. When I was led to the larger question. Do you post the everyday mundane? Do you put something on facebook that is almost too normal? Do my friends really believe that I am a jet-setting (I've gone on a trip almost every month so far this year and have more planned), Snowboarding Shred Betty, single person who is out on the town every night?
I hope not. Because that is why I believe some people can begin to feel somewhat inadequate - when their "mundane" life doesn't live up to what someone else wrote about their fabulous life on facebook.
The reality in my world tonight? My kids are fighting. I'm done playing referee. Someone is going to get hurt. I said it. I sound like my mom - I said I never would. My hair looks awful and I certainly wouldn't post a pic of me right now. We are wasting time as they stare absent-mindedly at the TV while they grouse about the fact that I don't have anything good to eat in the house. I am trying to ignore them - as I write a blog about...my daily nothingness.
Friday, June 7, 2013
Life Companion
I recently got a new Galaxy 4S to try out. I like the phone - and the photo options are honestly AMAZING (more on that another time). Without changing any of the options yet, I noticed on the home screen it says "Life Companion" which at first I thought was cute and sort of funny. But the mroe I take a bit of time to think about it - I realize that it is kind of true.
I would not know how to reach my parents, sister or even my own kids if I didn't have this phone. And what would I do if I was wating in an office for my appointment or at the Starbucks before my friend arrived? What would I listen to when I am bored, in the car, or on a run? How would I even know how to GET to the Starbucks without the map? Ok, so that one might be taking it a little too far! I know how to get to Starbucks SHEESH!
Beyond the basic uses of a phone these days - calls, texts, photos, calendar...I was thinking about the kajillion apps that I have downloaded because at one time I thought I would need them (or they were free). I really only use a couple apps pretty regularly. I am wondering if anyone else is the same? Here are the ones I use REGULARLY:
Facebook AND Twitter - while I know that I can update using technology like Hootsuite, there is something to be said about really saying where you are when you are there. Posting a photo or even using that time to catch up on what other are doing (I don't spend hours on it like I used to at home - it's usually just in a time-waster thing).
MapMyFitness (most specifically MapMyHike) - I love love love this app as it tells me where I have hiked and how many miles. It even pits me against others who have taken the same path or are my "friends". They have also integrated music and photos.
Pandora - When I am at the pool, when I am cleaning and I don't want to listen to my kids about having to clean alongside me. When I want to get in a mood - or out of a mood. (I have like 20+ stations so depends on my mood what I will listen to).
While there are others that I play occasionally (solitare, DrawSomething, WordsWithFriends, SongPop)...the ones above seem to stand the test of time.
What is on your Life Companion?
I would not know how to reach my parents, sister or even my own kids if I didn't have this phone. And what would I do if I was wating in an office for my appointment or at the Starbucks before my friend arrived? What would I listen to when I am bored, in the car, or on a run? How would I even know how to GET to the Starbucks without the map? Ok, so that one might be taking it a little too far! I know how to get to Starbucks SHEESH!
Beyond the basic uses of a phone these days - calls, texts, photos, calendar...I was thinking about the kajillion apps that I have downloaded because at one time I thought I would need them (or they were free). I really only use a couple apps pretty regularly. I am wondering if anyone else is the same? Here are the ones I use REGULARLY:
Facebook AND Twitter - while I know that I can update using technology like Hootsuite, there is something to be said about really saying where you are when you are there. Posting a photo or even using that time to catch up on what other are doing (I don't spend hours on it like I used to at home - it's usually just in a time-waster thing).
MapMyFitness (most specifically MapMyHike) - I love love love this app as it tells me where I have hiked and how many miles. It even pits me against others who have taken the same path or are my "friends". They have also integrated music and photos.
Pandora - When I am at the pool, when I am cleaning and I don't want to listen to my kids about having to clean alongside me. When I want to get in a mood - or out of a mood. (I have like 20+ stations so depends on my mood what I will listen to).
While there are others that I play occasionally (solitare, DrawSomething, WordsWithFriends, SongPop)...the ones above seem to stand the test of time.
What is on your Life Companion?
Tuesday, June 4, 2013
I Swear I Showered
I swear I showered. I know that I brushed my teeth. My Jr. High insecurities are creeping back in! Yikes. I thought I was a (semi) well-adjusted middle-age (seriously what the freak does that mean?) aged woman. I am in my 40s. I have two kids. I have a life of my own. But, when people ditch me it makes me want to become a turtle and hide!
I have this group of girlfriends that all went to school together (I'm talking Jr. High and High School here). We have been on a roll getting together a couple times a year. This has been going on for a couple years now. We are all at very different points in life (despite being the same age - we've just all taken these different routes).
When we recently got together someone suggested that we do other fun things together. You know, just kind of throwing out some ideas...so we started a facebook group (thread). I have thrown out bar nights, a day at the horses, films, different dates...but they keep turning me down. NO ONE - not ONE of the six can go? EVER.
It sends me reeling back into Junior High - when I was so insecure about being part of the right group, saying the right thing or having my hair combed just the right way. This time though - I swear I've picked the right clothes (ones that actually fit me), brushed my teeth and I SWEAR I showered.
Have you ever felt like there was still some remnant of Jr. High insecurities?
I have this group of girlfriends that all went to school together (I'm talking Jr. High and High School here). We have been on a roll getting together a couple times a year. This has been going on for a couple years now. We are all at very different points in life (despite being the same age - we've just all taken these different routes).
When we recently got together someone suggested that we do other fun things together. You know, just kind of throwing out some ideas...so we started a facebook group (thread). I have thrown out bar nights, a day at the horses, films, different dates...but they keep turning me down. NO ONE - not ONE of the six can go? EVER.
It sends me reeling back into Junior High - when I was so insecure about being part of the right group, saying the right thing or having my hair combed just the right way. This time though - I swear I've picked the right clothes (ones that actually fit me), brushed my teeth and I SWEAR I showered.
Have you ever felt like there was still some remnant of Jr. High insecurities?
Sunday, June 2, 2013
It's on My Bucket List
I have heard many times about a bucket list. I am also really into reading self-help business books. There is a constant struggle between what is on a wishes and hopes list and those things I really will achieve. So I have written and re-written my list a million times. Some with things that see sort of not really achievable and other items that I should be able to get to in just a matter of months (or at the very least in the year).
I think a well crafted bucket list has some items on it that are truly my destiny and other items that seem a bit like they are so far out of the realm of "normal" that they really almost seem unreasonable. But, I have been lucky enough to tick several things off my bucket list that I never thought I would.
My daughter and I talked about this yesterday. About things that I have experienced...travel abroad, fly a plane, ride a motorcycle, learn to snowboard, have amazing kids, places I wanted to visit, people I wanted to meet, concerts I wanted to attend, starting a business...
So, what on my list that sort of seems unreasonable now? What will I get to next? I'm obviously not done with life - I've got too long of a list!
I think a well crafted bucket list has some items on it that are truly my destiny and other items that seem a bit like they are so far out of the realm of "normal" that they really almost seem unreasonable. But, I have been lucky enough to tick several things off my bucket list that I never thought I would.
My daughter and I talked about this yesterday. About things that I have experienced...travel abroad, fly a plane, ride a motorcycle, learn to snowboard, have amazing kids, places I wanted to visit, people I wanted to meet, concerts I wanted to attend, starting a business...
So, what on my list that sort of seems unreasonable now? What will I get to next? I'm obviously not done with life - I've got too long of a list!
Monday, May 20, 2013
Running Back to Louisville
I was recently invited to Louisville, KY for a mom's trip for my work (HelmsBriscoe). I have to admit that there were a couple things going through my head. I have a rather lengthy list of places I want to visit - but I can't say that Louisville was at the top of the list - or even in the top HALF. But, I am always up for a trip. No matter where that trip takes me - whether it is down the street to the park or to foreign lands. (I'm not implying that Louisville is a foreign land).
So I decided to see if me and my client would qualify to go on this Louisville trip. (Qualifications were you had to work at HelmsBriscoe, You had to be a mom, your client had to be a mom and possibly have business for the city that the trip is to). We qualified!
When we arrived in Louisville - almost the moment we got off the plane our names were announced on the PA system. Wow. That is an amazing way to start the weekend and make someone feel special. We were greeted with a rose that was stenciled "Welcome to Louisville" and whisked off in a limo to our hotel - the Marriott. Upon arrival at the Marriott - we were greeted by the hotel manager who had already checked us in and just handed us our room keys.
Immediately we went to our rooms. In our rooms was waiting a fun welcome bag with pink fuzzy horse slippers, Muhammad Ali Museum T-shirt and boxing glove keychain, and a fun toiletry kit with burbon infused lotion and body wash (should have been the first clue that nearly everything in Louisville is burbon infused), basically just combed our hair and went to 4th Street Live - which is just around the corner from the hotel. Fourth Street Live is a city block full of restaurants and shopping. Very active and fun. We ate a simple appetizer at Gordon Birsch - and then went to the reception at the hotel.
The reception was sort of themed around the Kentucky Oaks - the race that is run the night before the famous Derby (fittingly the "night before"). The weekend was filled with more food than any of us could eat and drinks a plenty. This night was no exception with details clearly thought through - from the "lilly" drink (the official drink of the Oaks and significantly better than the julep which has become the drink of the Derby), the Kentucky cheeses, the "hot brown" and burbon infused in nearly everything including the gelato.
We then went to dinner just around the corner at the top of the Hyatt (next door) in the room at the top - it rotates with amazing city views. We were treated once again to far too much food (lucky I wasn't currently on a diet). We had the most amazing flowers on our table complete with a great story or quote about what their mom means to them or memories with their mom from the staff members of the hotel.
When we arrived back in the room another rose (this time stamped with Marriott Hearts HB) and a Gigi's cupcake were waiting for us. The cupcake went with a story from the Marriott head of sales that she had told earlier in the night. But amazingly the one that was waiting for me was Red Velvet - my daughter's favorite. She and I had been talking about going to Gigi's earlier in the week. And I had told her no. But that would have been her Gigi's choice.
The next morning started with a breakfast with the Mayor's wife at the Mayor's house in a really pretty part of the city. They tell us that this part of the city has the biggest collection of Victorian style mansions. The breakfast was amazing. Then we went to the Aveda Spa - and had the most amazing hour and a half pedicures. I got my toes painted a bright peacock blue with sparkles on the top. (Yeah, my daughter will be jealous). We ate lunch on the party bus on the way back to the hotel. We had only about an hour at the hotel before we were to go on to reception and dinner. My client and I decided to walk down by the waterfront.
We boarded the bus to the Seelbach hotel (which was really pretty close to the hotel - but they tour a circuitious route past Main street - where the Louisville Slugger, Muhammad Ali, 21C, Flame Arts studio and more are located in a really pretty area. We toured the Seelbach - which is where part of Great Gatsby was written and saw their really cool basement meeting room. (Touched the Pelican's Beak for good luck). From there we were treated to a haunted tour in the bus of Millionaire's Row. And a story in a historical home of a time when Louisville was more of a young walled city. Then on to dinner at Buck's. Buck's is a city favorite - with AMAZING food. It is in a residential area. The food and conversation was fun as well. Then we had dessert at the Brown. This historic hotel was great as well. (Although the sales lady that said "come with me" then led us over to the overlook and just announced "this is my lobby" was kind of funny!) It was indeed beautiful. And great story that when the town flooded that people were fishing from the 3rd floor balcony into the lobby - and actually catching fish! Seems like a long day - it was but we still found time to wind down in the hospitality suite (on the 4th floor of our hotel).
The following morning started early with a 7 call time. We got on the busses and were taken to Churchill Downs - the famous race track that the Kentucky Derby was run just two weeks prior. We had a special bugle welcome (just for our group) watched the horses working out and got to see the 2009 Derby winner Mine That Bird. (We also learned that he made in excess of 300 million per year after his win just to be bred). We were treated to breakfast there and heard Sandra Day (wife of famous jocky, Pat Day) speak on her Mom's Closet Charity.
After breakfast we went to the "shoes and booze" tour. It was a tour of the Jim Beam Distillery. (We all wondered what ole' Jim was doing during the 13 years of prohibition because his distillery was up and running just days after the repeal). The Jim Beam Distillery really has an entire campus that is beautiful and lush. Plus, you get to try some of the bourbon after the tour. (I tried Honey and Cinnamon - but still don't think I'm a bourbon drinker).
After that we went to the Zappos factory outlet where we shopped. The place was GIANT. There were a full four rows (6 tiers high) of shoes in my size. I was overwhelmed and while we had an hour - it really was not enough time. (I could have stayed there another hour - or maybe I was taking my time more than I would have because I knew we had an hour).
When we returned to the hotel - My client and I walked over to the Louisville Bat Factory. It was fun to go on the 1/2 hour tour to see how bats are made. Short tour - but interesting. And I got a free bat for my son. After that tour we went back to the hotel. We got ready for a fancier dinner. Got to the lobby in time to spend about a 1/2 hour in the sports bar there to watch the Preakness (horse race) - and then on to the bus again for the final meal at the Galt House Hotel. This was another rotating room. It moved faster than the previous. The food was delicious!
During the whole weekend we had a photographer following us. One of the other HB Moms made friends with him (Tim). Tim took us to a bar on the South side of town where his friend was playing in a band. The band was good. We got to dance and laugh (and a couple other good stories there). Then on the way home Tim toured us through Highlands and NuLou area where there is a resurgence - and where more of the locals hang out.
I felt like royalty the whole time. I loved Louisville, I may just go running back there! Derby is now on my bucket list (and maybe an extra pair of shoes from Zappos? ;) )
So I decided to see if me and my client would qualify to go on this Louisville trip. (Qualifications were you had to work at HelmsBriscoe, You had to be a mom, your client had to be a mom and possibly have business for the city that the trip is to). We qualified!
When we arrived in Louisville - almost the moment we got off the plane our names were announced on the PA system. Wow. That is an amazing way to start the weekend and make someone feel special. We were greeted with a rose that was stenciled "Welcome to Louisville" and whisked off in a limo to our hotel - the Marriott. Upon arrival at the Marriott - we were greeted by the hotel manager who had already checked us in and just handed us our room keys.
Immediately we went to our rooms. In our rooms was waiting a fun welcome bag with pink fuzzy horse slippers, Muhammad Ali Museum T-shirt and boxing glove keychain, and a fun toiletry kit with burbon infused lotion and body wash (should have been the first clue that nearly everything in Louisville is burbon infused), basically just combed our hair and went to 4th Street Live - which is just around the corner from the hotel. Fourth Street Live is a city block full of restaurants and shopping. Very active and fun. We ate a simple appetizer at Gordon Birsch - and then went to the reception at the hotel.
The reception was sort of themed around the Kentucky Oaks - the race that is run the night before the famous Derby (fittingly the "night before"). The weekend was filled with more food than any of us could eat and drinks a plenty. This night was no exception with details clearly thought through - from the "lilly" drink (the official drink of the Oaks and significantly better than the julep which has become the drink of the Derby), the Kentucky cheeses, the "hot brown" and burbon infused in nearly everything including the gelato.
We then went to dinner just around the corner at the top of the Hyatt (next door) in the room at the top - it rotates with amazing city views. We were treated once again to far too much food (lucky I wasn't currently on a diet). We had the most amazing flowers on our table complete with a great story or quote about what their mom means to them or memories with their mom from the staff members of the hotel.
When we arrived back in the room another rose (this time stamped with Marriott Hearts HB) and a Gigi's cupcake were waiting for us. The cupcake went with a story from the Marriott head of sales that she had told earlier in the night. But amazingly the one that was waiting for me was Red Velvet - my daughter's favorite. She and I had been talking about going to Gigi's earlier in the week. And I had told her no. But that would have been her Gigi's choice.
The next morning started with a breakfast with the Mayor's wife at the Mayor's house in a really pretty part of the city. They tell us that this part of the city has the biggest collection of Victorian style mansions. The breakfast was amazing. Then we went to the Aveda Spa - and had the most amazing hour and a half pedicures. I got my toes painted a bright peacock blue with sparkles on the top. (Yeah, my daughter will be jealous). We ate lunch on the party bus on the way back to the hotel. We had only about an hour at the hotel before we were to go on to reception and dinner. My client and I decided to walk down by the waterfront.
We boarded the bus to the Seelbach hotel (which was really pretty close to the hotel - but they tour a circuitious route past Main street - where the Louisville Slugger, Muhammad Ali, 21C, Flame Arts studio and more are located in a really pretty area. We toured the Seelbach - which is where part of Great Gatsby was written and saw their really cool basement meeting room. (Touched the Pelican's Beak for good luck). From there we were treated to a haunted tour in the bus of Millionaire's Row. And a story in a historical home of a time when Louisville was more of a young walled city. Then on to dinner at Buck's. Buck's is a city favorite - with AMAZING food. It is in a residential area. The food and conversation was fun as well. Then we had dessert at the Brown. This historic hotel was great as well. (Although the sales lady that said "come with me" then led us over to the overlook and just announced "this is my lobby" was kind of funny!) It was indeed beautiful. And great story that when the town flooded that people were fishing from the 3rd floor balcony into the lobby - and actually catching fish! Seems like a long day - it was but we still found time to wind down in the hospitality suite (on the 4th floor of our hotel).
The following morning started early with a 7 call time. We got on the busses and were taken to Churchill Downs - the famous race track that the Kentucky Derby was run just two weeks prior. We had a special bugle welcome (just for our group) watched the horses working out and got to see the 2009 Derby winner Mine That Bird. (We also learned that he made in excess of 300 million per year after his win just to be bred). We were treated to breakfast there and heard Sandra Day (wife of famous jocky, Pat Day) speak on her Mom's Closet Charity.
After breakfast we went to the "shoes and booze" tour. It was a tour of the Jim Beam Distillery. (We all wondered what ole' Jim was doing during the 13 years of prohibition because his distillery was up and running just days after the repeal). The Jim Beam Distillery really has an entire campus that is beautiful and lush. Plus, you get to try some of the bourbon after the tour. (I tried Honey and Cinnamon - but still don't think I'm a bourbon drinker).
After that we went to the Zappos factory outlet where we shopped. The place was GIANT. There were a full four rows (6 tiers high) of shoes in my size. I was overwhelmed and while we had an hour - it really was not enough time. (I could have stayed there another hour - or maybe I was taking my time more than I would have because I knew we had an hour).
When we returned to the hotel - My client and I walked over to the Louisville Bat Factory. It was fun to go on the 1/2 hour tour to see how bats are made. Short tour - but interesting. And I got a free bat for my son. After that tour we went back to the hotel. We got ready for a fancier dinner. Got to the lobby in time to spend about a 1/2 hour in the sports bar there to watch the Preakness (horse race) - and then on to the bus again for the final meal at the Galt House Hotel. This was another rotating room. It moved faster than the previous. The food was delicious!
During the whole weekend we had a photographer following us. One of the other HB Moms made friends with him (Tim). Tim took us to a bar on the South side of town where his friend was playing in a band. The band was good. We got to dance and laugh (and a couple other good stories there). Then on the way home Tim toured us through Highlands and NuLou area where there is a resurgence - and where more of the locals hang out.
I felt like royalty the whole time. I loved Louisville, I may just go running back there! Derby is now on my bucket list (and maybe an extra pair of shoes from Zappos? ;) )
Saturday, May 11, 2013
When I hear your name
It used to be when I would hear your name I would get a giggled deep in my stomach. One that made me smile all the way through my entire being. I couldn't really believe that someone would associate you with me. What a thrill. What a cool thing. I would hear your name and be proud of your choices, goals and accomplishments. When I would hear your name I knew that the association was a good and positive thing.
Now when I hear your name - I wonder what has happened to you. Why you made the choices you did. I wonder if you are really happy or if you have let someone else lead you down a dangerous path. When I hear your name I think of personal distruction. When I hear your name I feel anger and distrust. When I hear your name I hear "idiot" in my own head (begging me to try to figure out what it was I even saw in you in the first place).
I hear that other person's name spat with distain and dislike. I hear that other person's name and no one gets a smile. I hear that other person's name and wonder how someone like that has lead you to where you are now - wherever that is.
But now, when I hear your name - I am glad I am no longer associated with it. When I hear your name I feel sad for you. When I hear your name there is no more praise - but rather I wonder if you know what you have done to your own reputation. Do you care?
Now when I hear your name - I wonder what has happened to you. Why you made the choices you did. I wonder if you are really happy or if you have let someone else lead you down a dangerous path. When I hear your name I think of personal distruction. When I hear your name I feel anger and distrust. When I hear your name I hear "idiot" in my own head (begging me to try to figure out what it was I even saw in you in the first place).
I hear that other person's name spat with distain and dislike. I hear that other person's name and no one gets a smile. I hear that other person's name and wonder how someone like that has lead you to where you are now - wherever that is.
But now, when I hear your name - I am glad I am no longer associated with it. When I hear your name I feel sad for you. When I hear your name there is no more praise - but rather I wonder if you know what you have done to your own reputation. Do you care?
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
Some people are just good at things
There are some people in life who seem to get all the breaks, know the right people, aspire to the right dreams. There are just some people that seem to have it all - and do it right.
Why is it that some people are able to achieve everything they set out achieve while others can't seem to do that?
Why do some people dwell on things that are not within their control or are in the past while others seem indestructible?
Yeah, this started a bit like a this is what I believe segment. I believe that people are presented with issues, they are presented with different people and situations in their life. Some are happy. Those ones are easy to take. And then there are those that are difficult.
So I started wondering why is it that some people are able to let nearly everything roll off their back with an assuredness that overall life is good. That there are better things on the way for them. That the items that would nearly break someone else - they are able to handle with relative ease.
I recently met a friend who had a seizure about 9 weeks ago. While by all outward appearances he has nearly healed. He has the marks of a scar on his forehead. He has been forced to look for a new job. He has said that he wished he would have died on that day. I don't feel sorry for him. I don't feel the least bit of anything in the way of being downtrodden. I wish I could explain how I see it...
Here is how I would see it. The seizure while difficult was something that happened. No reason to dwell there - except for the lesson it may be teaching you. By having the seizure you had to slow down your fast paced life. You had to see life differently. You had to stop what was not right. Yes, looking for a new job is never fun nor easy. But this means that there is greater success for you out there. That you were not doing the right think (seriously, what kind of company lets someone go because they have had a seizure?!?!) But may be this just means you need to fight for something else. That you are stronger than you give yourself credit for. That you had to get to one place to get to another.
So no, I just get frustrated that I can not explain that this is a good thing for you. That you need to stop dwelling in it but rather move on from it.
Why is it that some people are able to achieve everything they set out achieve while others can't seem to do that?
Why do some people dwell on things that are not within their control or are in the past while others seem indestructible?
Yeah, this started a bit like a this is what I believe segment. I believe that people are presented with issues, they are presented with different people and situations in their life. Some are happy. Those ones are easy to take. And then there are those that are difficult.
So I started wondering why is it that some people are able to let nearly everything roll off their back with an assuredness that overall life is good. That there are better things on the way for them. That the items that would nearly break someone else - they are able to handle with relative ease.
I recently met a friend who had a seizure about 9 weeks ago. While by all outward appearances he has nearly healed. He has the marks of a scar on his forehead. He has been forced to look for a new job. He has said that he wished he would have died on that day. I don't feel sorry for him. I don't feel the least bit of anything in the way of being downtrodden. I wish I could explain how I see it...
Here is how I would see it. The seizure while difficult was something that happened. No reason to dwell there - except for the lesson it may be teaching you. By having the seizure you had to slow down your fast paced life. You had to see life differently. You had to stop what was not right. Yes, looking for a new job is never fun nor easy. But this means that there is greater success for you out there. That you were not doing the right think (seriously, what kind of company lets someone go because they have had a seizure?!?!) But may be this just means you need to fight for something else. That you are stronger than you give yourself credit for. That you had to get to one place to get to another.
So no, I just get frustrated that I can not explain that this is a good thing for you. That you need to stop dwelling in it but rather move on from it.
Monday, May 6, 2013
Off Night
Have you ever had one of those just sort of "off" nights? You know. The night where you really don't feel like yourself. I feel like I had one of those nights tonight. I usually consider myself pretty upbeat and outrageously outgoing - maybe even a little bit funny. But tonight I was just sort of BLAH. It wasn't the company. They were great. But for some reason - it just seemed...off.
Then I totally freaked out. Like, what happens if that is the real me? The one that is sort of serious, the one that was not doing a good job at all of listening, one that had too many other things on her mind? When was the last time that I had an absolute all-out belly laugh? When was the last time I could really let it all go and just be...in the moment? I don't want to be the serious one. That is not my role. I don't know how to play that part!!!
Then I totally freaked out. Like, what happens if that is the real me? The one that is sort of serious, the one that was not doing a good job at all of listening, one that had too many other things on her mind? When was the last time that I had an absolute all-out belly laugh? When was the last time I could really let it all go and just be...in the moment? I don't want to be the serious one. That is not my role. I don't know how to play that part!!!
Sunday, May 5, 2013
QUIET!!!
I am no longer afraid of the quiet. I used to abhor the idea of sitting my house alone with my thoughts. I would try to drown them out with music, television or anything else that might make noise and not make me feel so...alone.
But now, in the quiet of the morning, I find these times some of the best. I am able to wrestle with my own reflections on the past, dreams for the future, hopes for tomorrow. I am able to make plans in my head on how those goals will be achieved. I am able to put together a path on how to take life for EVERYTHING it offers - and realize that I am not simply what someone else hands to me, but rather what I want to accomplish and set my mind to doing.
Now...turn up the music. Let's dance today.
But now, in the quiet of the morning, I find these times some of the best. I am able to wrestle with my own reflections on the past, dreams for the future, hopes for tomorrow. I am able to make plans in my head on how those goals will be achieved. I am able to put together a path on how to take life for EVERYTHING it offers - and realize that I am not simply what someone else hands to me, but rather what I want to accomplish and set my mind to doing.
Now...turn up the music. Let's dance today.
Sunday, April 28, 2013
I Agree with Andrew McCarthy
Today I had the amazing opportunity to hear Andrew McCarthy speak about his book The Longest Way Home: One Man's Quest for the Courage to Settle Down. He was at a hotel near my home.
When I was 15 I was "in love" with him (or at least his character in Pretty in Pink). I faithfully watched several other movies that came later...Weekend at Bernie's and Mannequin (among others). I also saw TV shows like Lipstick Jungle. Honestly, I have never been one of those rabid fans. I would just amusingly continue to run into his work (and like it).
Plus, I'm addicted to travel magazines. I can recall seeing a Conde Nast (I've long been a subscriber) article with Andrew McCarthy byline. I wondered if it was the same guy. Indeed it was. He now has a great travel book out about visiting several places - trying to reconcile his personal sense of push-pull, in-out the tangle of his life. The book is intriguing in the great places he has visited and the unique stories that evolve in each of those cities.
Hearing him speak about travel has only further driven a desire in my heart to go places to experience places. Several of the nuggets of wisdom he imparted were so close to my own personal beliefs. I can attest truth to many of the statements he made. One, that as a writer (or a student of life) it is those unexpected moments when something does not actually go as planned that become the most entertaining and re-told stories. (Ask me one day about the Parisian coffee I had with my mom and sister). That traveling alone is one of the most eye-opening times, where you really need to trust those around you. I find that when I travel alone I am more open to speaking with and learning about those around me. If I am traveling with a friend, it is easy to stay within the conversational circle of that one friend rather than meeting new people.
But by and far the statement he made that most stuck with me was "turn your passions into professions." While I do have education and ''training" in a certain profession, it is writing that helps me to express myself. It is travel that lights my fire. I have been able to have a bit of both - I write weekly. I travel often. I am excited to make world citizens of my kids.
Cheers to agreeing with my girlhood crush - and getting to meet him as well!
When I was 15 I was "in love" with him (or at least his character in Pretty in Pink). I faithfully watched several other movies that came later...Weekend at Bernie's and Mannequin (among others). I also saw TV shows like Lipstick Jungle. Honestly, I have never been one of those rabid fans. I would just amusingly continue to run into his work (and like it). Plus, I'm addicted to travel magazines. I can recall seeing a Conde Nast (I've long been a subscriber) article with Andrew McCarthy byline. I wondered if it was the same guy. Indeed it was. He now has a great travel book out about visiting several places - trying to reconcile his personal sense of push-pull, in-out the tangle of his life. The book is intriguing in the great places he has visited and the unique stories that evolve in each of those cities.
Hearing him speak about travel has only further driven a desire in my heart to go places to experience places. Several of the nuggets of wisdom he imparted were so close to my own personal beliefs. I can attest truth to many of the statements he made. One, that as a writer (or a student of life) it is those unexpected moments when something does not actually go as planned that become the most entertaining and re-told stories. (Ask me one day about the Parisian coffee I had with my mom and sister). That traveling alone is one of the most eye-opening times, where you really need to trust those around you. I find that when I travel alone I am more open to speaking with and learning about those around me. If I am traveling with a friend, it is easy to stay within the conversational circle of that one friend rather than meeting new people.
But by and far the statement he made that most stuck with me was "turn your passions into professions." While I do have education and ''training" in a certain profession, it is writing that helps me to express myself. It is travel that lights my fire. I have been able to have a bit of both - I write weekly. I travel often. I am excited to make world citizens of my kids.
Cheers to agreeing with my girlhood crush - and getting to meet him as well!
Monday, April 8, 2013
Orange
my hands are Orange. i didn't realize it until it was too late.i thought the days of turning my body other colors was over when i used qt in high school. my friend Melissa would come over to my house to get ready in the morning.complete with make up a change of clothes and ready to shave get legs (what nethanderal parent doesn't let their kid shave in high school?)
but today - i am an adult. i have gone to tanning salons before this is not my first trip there. i had a coupon for a free spray tan. in my haste to escape the sales pitch, i hustled out of the store. i went about my day. and as I'm laying here in need i realize for the first time today that i didn't take the time to really wash my hands. they are Orange like QT. that reminds me I'm almost out of shave cream and i miss Melissa. i better call her tomorrow.
but today - i am an adult. i have gone to tanning salons before this is not my first trip there. i had a coupon for a free spray tan. in my haste to escape the sales pitch, i hustled out of the store. i went about my day. and as I'm laying here in need i realize for the first time today that i didn't take the time to really wash my hands. they are Orange like QT. that reminds me I'm almost out of shave cream and i miss Melissa. i better call her tomorrow.
Sunday, April 7, 2013
Proud child
I must admit. I am a bargain hunter extraordinarre. I love when I can get something for free. I relish in talking my way in to parties where I have not been invited - (it somehow makes it more exciting to me) or asking for an upgrade and receiving it.
I have no right to do so. Most of the time I can just talk my way into things - or go into that party like I belong there. I am a chameleon. I can fit in with just about any crowd and act like I actually belong there.
So I find it sort of humorous that my friend has taken to calling it "pulling a Gretchen" when she has been able to get something not really believing herself worthy of (namely an upgrade in a nice hotel room and a meal) or when my parents couldn't wait to call me when they meandered their way into a private company party at the Colorado Rockies Home Opener - where they were treated to a spread of food and drinks.
They knew I would say that I'm proud of them when they called. But it was not just me - I learned it from my dad. He has an amazing ability to fit in wherever and whenever with whomever. They were proud to call me - but I am proud to fit in just like my dad taught me. He taught me so well he doesn't even remember that it was him teaching me this skill - because I've perfected it now.
I have no right to do so. Most of the time I can just talk my way into things - or go into that party like I belong there. I am a chameleon. I can fit in with just about any crowd and act like I actually belong there.
So I find it sort of humorous that my friend has taken to calling it "pulling a Gretchen" when she has been able to get something not really believing herself worthy of (namely an upgrade in a nice hotel room and a meal) or when my parents couldn't wait to call me when they meandered their way into a private company party at the Colorado Rockies Home Opener - where they were treated to a spread of food and drinks.
They knew I would say that I'm proud of them when they called. But it was not just me - I learned it from my dad. He has an amazing ability to fit in wherever and whenever with whomever. They were proud to call me - but I am proud to fit in just like my dad taught me. He taught me so well he doesn't even remember that it was him teaching me this skill - because I've perfected it now.
Life's twists and turns
It is sort of funny to me how life has taken on so many twists and turns. I rather pride myself in the idea that when I set my mind to something - I somehow doggedly figure out a way to make it happen.
But then in the time that I have been trying so hard to make something happen - life happened. In that I am sort of awed at what I have been able to accomplish and when I take the time to review what I still have to do I know that I have the life I was meant to have.
My kids are becoming such amazing people. I am wondering if I really did have anything to do with that - or if that is just who they are. Are they just the amazing people they are because that is what drive them and I find pride in what they do?
Sometimes reading about someone else's life, brings a spotlight on my own. I am happy with where I am. Bringing me to every situation and being in the moment for what it is.
Why are life's biggest questions never answered - but rather, lead to more questions?
But then in the time that I have been trying so hard to make something happen - life happened. In that I am sort of awed at what I have been able to accomplish and when I take the time to review what I still have to do I know that I have the life I was meant to have.
My kids are becoming such amazing people. I am wondering if I really did have anything to do with that - or if that is just who they are. Are they just the amazing people they are because that is what drive them and I find pride in what they do?
Sometimes reading about someone else's life, brings a spotlight on my own. I am happy with where I am. Bringing me to every situation and being in the moment for what it is.
Why are life's biggest questions never answered - but rather, lead to more questions?
Sunday, March 24, 2013
Flying by the seat of my pants
I have a friend who literally takes life as it is delivered to her. She is the ultimate in Gypsy lifestyle and flying by the seat of her pants. Friends come and go. Places to stay for the night come and go.
I can't seem to wrap my head around if I like that lifestyle or not. I both envy and abhor the idea of letting life hit you full force.
There are several things that I have been able to do just because the timing was right or it sounded like fun for the moment. I never veered very far from the "norm" for me. I never did anything that was on the edge of being unlawful or anything like that - just deciding to go to a party with someone I didn't know or going to an event...Some of which would be an absolute no-no to my "perfect" sister. Who married, had 2.5 kids, dog and virtually a white-picket fence life.
But this morning, while I was in the shower (I do my best thinking/meditating in the shower). I was struck by the idea that my mom always worried about the peer groups my sister and I aligned ourselves with - to make sure they were good and "going somewhere in their lives." I recall the motto of the boyscouts (although not being a boy - I was never in. Nor was a good girlscout for the whole 2 months I was in that), "Be Prepared."
Which led me (in thought) to my friend. What I think exhilarates me about her life is that she does not let an opportunity pass. She is willing to take crazy risks. But she is no more in a spot of happiness than she was 5 minutes ago. Nor does she have a plan of any sort. She has been unemployed for a very long time and really exhibits no desire to actually get and/or keep a job - thinking that she has been doing fine scraping by as she has been for over a year now.
I realized that the real me is one closer to the boy scouts, to my mom's need to align myself with people who have a plan and a goal (although not so completely that I'm boxed in like my sister). So with that being said, I am making a goal for myself and putting the blinders on and the work in. I will find a great mentor who has made it in the company I am working for (it is 100% commission) I will pick his/her brain. I will find other great business mentors who have made a success of themselves.
I will drop those friends/people who do not lead to me being a better or happier person. If they aggravate me - there is reason for them NOT to be in my life and I need to cut them out. Done. If they desire to have the save drive and ambition. Come along for my ride. I have room in the car.
I'm no longer flying by the seat of my pants. But with a path in front of me - I'll still be flying.
I can't seem to wrap my head around if I like that lifestyle or not. I both envy and abhor the idea of letting life hit you full force.
There are several things that I have been able to do just because the timing was right or it sounded like fun for the moment. I never veered very far from the "norm" for me. I never did anything that was on the edge of being unlawful or anything like that - just deciding to go to a party with someone I didn't know or going to an event...Some of which would be an absolute no-no to my "perfect" sister. Who married, had 2.5 kids, dog and virtually a white-picket fence life.
But this morning, while I was in the shower (I do my best thinking/meditating in the shower). I was struck by the idea that my mom always worried about the peer groups my sister and I aligned ourselves with - to make sure they were good and "going somewhere in their lives." I recall the motto of the boyscouts (although not being a boy - I was never in. Nor was a good girlscout for the whole 2 months I was in that), "Be Prepared."
Which led me (in thought) to my friend. What I think exhilarates me about her life is that she does not let an opportunity pass. She is willing to take crazy risks. But she is no more in a spot of happiness than she was 5 minutes ago. Nor does she have a plan of any sort. She has been unemployed for a very long time and really exhibits no desire to actually get and/or keep a job - thinking that she has been doing fine scraping by as she has been for over a year now.
I realized that the real me is one closer to the boy scouts, to my mom's need to align myself with people who have a plan and a goal (although not so completely that I'm boxed in like my sister). So with that being said, I am making a goal for myself and putting the blinders on and the work in. I will find a great mentor who has made it in the company I am working for (it is 100% commission) I will pick his/her brain. I will find other great business mentors who have made a success of themselves.
I will drop those friends/people who do not lead to me being a better or happier person. If they aggravate me - there is reason for them NOT to be in my life and I need to cut them out. Done. If they desire to have the save drive and ambition. Come along for my ride. I have room in the car.
I'm no longer flying by the seat of my pants. But with a path in front of me - I'll still be flying.
Saturday, March 23, 2013
Travel from the Living Room
It is snowing outside today in Denver. My kids and I are making the best of it - but not going out. This is something I virtually NEVER do. I would prefer to walk to the park, take a hike, go snowboarding, go to the store, visit friends. It is not that I don't like my house. I do. I just have this "thing" about staying in.
My mom says I come by this most naturally. My Grandfather purposefully forgot things at the store to ensure that he would "get" to go somewhere later or the next day. My mom is the same - I can recall the checkers at Albertson's near our house counting one day that my mom, dad or either me or my sister were dispatched to the store for one other item (why we couldn't just write a list to include everything I'm not certain).
Today though, I have spent a lot of time watching the Travel Channel (one of my faves) and perusing my newest copy of Travel+Leisure Magazine to transport me to another place. I have even discovered Pinterest. But then I started thinking about the one thing that I have not been able to find that was touched on in the magazine.
This month the magazine is titled "The Food Issue" where they tout 100 places to eat like a local. Which is great. I like to eat. And I had recently been asked for suggestions on where to eat in Denver that is really unique to Denver. (I have more than a few suggestions). It talked about how integral eating is to travel. Indeed this is true.
But what I don't often find is the local customs. I'm looking for something of a cliff-notes version of customs of the daily people in places I want to visit. Things like, Happy Hour in Denver, Colorado is typically something that would be held from 4-7p on a Friday night. On a typical Happy Hour, you will see drink specials (most often 1/2 price on wine, well & draft) and discounts on the appetizers. When a local does happy hour - they don't necessarily eat dinner. OR when in Paris, France don't expect to eat dinner at 7 p.m. and be in and out of the restaurant in an hour. That you will likely sit with others.
I love the idea that we are not really all that different from those across the world - but let's be honest! We are! We are different and we should embrace that. Even in our own neighborhoods we are different. We don't eat the same time as our neighbors - or even the same foods. I don't even eat the same thing as my parents anymore.
How are you different? How are we the same? Would you know your signature dish or your food customs?
My mom says I come by this most naturally. My Grandfather purposefully forgot things at the store to ensure that he would "get" to go somewhere later or the next day. My mom is the same - I can recall the checkers at Albertson's near our house counting one day that my mom, dad or either me or my sister were dispatched to the store for one other item (why we couldn't just write a list to include everything I'm not certain).
Today though, I have spent a lot of time watching the Travel Channel (one of my faves) and perusing my newest copy of Travel+Leisure Magazine to transport me to another place. I have even discovered Pinterest. But then I started thinking about the one thing that I have not been able to find that was touched on in the magazine.
This month the magazine is titled "The Food Issue" where they tout 100 places to eat like a local. Which is great. I like to eat. And I had recently been asked for suggestions on where to eat in Denver that is really unique to Denver. (I have more than a few suggestions). It talked about how integral eating is to travel. Indeed this is true.
But what I don't often find is the local customs. I'm looking for something of a cliff-notes version of customs of the daily people in places I want to visit. Things like, Happy Hour in Denver, Colorado is typically something that would be held from 4-7p on a Friday night. On a typical Happy Hour, you will see drink specials (most often 1/2 price on wine, well & draft) and discounts on the appetizers. When a local does happy hour - they don't necessarily eat dinner. OR when in Paris, France don't expect to eat dinner at 7 p.m. and be in and out of the restaurant in an hour. That you will likely sit with others.
I love the idea that we are not really all that different from those across the world - but let's be honest! We are! We are different and we should embrace that. Even in our own neighborhoods we are different. We don't eat the same time as our neighbors - or even the same foods. I don't even eat the same thing as my parents anymore.
How are you different? How are we the same? Would you know your signature dish or your food customs?
Sunday, March 17, 2013
What makes you better
What do you do to make yourself feel better, happier and healthier? I have been on a journey to discover what makes me a better me. Who I need to cull from my life and who I need to work very hard to keep. It is not just about people, but it is also about activities.
Is what you're currently doing causing pain vs. pleasure? What are you willing to change to make a change in your life? Why do you keep things that are not full pleasure? Why are we afraid of making that first step to add somethign new in our life to make myself better - or get rid of the things/people that are really tearing me apart?
So when I think about how I can feed my heart and my health I have to express that my life is one of a kind. I am an elite product made exactly who I am by God. He does not make mistakes - either in the life issues that I need to deal with or the people that have walked in and out of my life. When you think of or explain a challenge - I don't just think about the hardship but think about the benefit. I think about what it is that I am supposed to learn from it - or how I can do it better the next time.
As a team in the challenge of life, we need others to be on our team. But sometimes, you need to substitute the players. Sometimes, you get a new coach and sometimes you may even get traded to another team. Ultimately, for me I have to decide who will be on my team - when I build that roster. I only have intent to win to help those around me to win. To encourage and to continue to build up those around me - but hold those around me accountable for their actions as well. I have to be a leader in my own life. How will you?
Is what you're currently doing causing pain vs. pleasure? What are you willing to change to make a change in your life? Why do you keep things that are not full pleasure? Why are we afraid of making that first step to add somethign new in our life to make myself better - or get rid of the things/people that are really tearing me apart?
So when I think about how I can feed my heart and my health I have to express that my life is one of a kind. I am an elite product made exactly who I am by God. He does not make mistakes - either in the life issues that I need to deal with or the people that have walked in and out of my life. When you think of or explain a challenge - I don't just think about the hardship but think about the benefit. I think about what it is that I am supposed to learn from it - or how I can do it better the next time.
As a team in the challenge of life, we need others to be on our team. But sometimes, you need to substitute the players. Sometimes, you get a new coach and sometimes you may even get traded to another team. Ultimately, for me I have to decide who will be on my team - when I build that roster. I only have intent to win to help those around me to win. To encourage and to continue to build up those around me - but hold those around me accountable for their actions as well. I have to be a leader in my own life. How will you?
Believe
What make you believe in the things that you do? What makes you believe certain thoughts of yourself?
I have recently been watching the show Downton Abbey. It is a great show about an aristocratic family in England. It takes the viewers through the lives of not only the Ladies (and Lords) but also that of the servants.
Which makes me do a lot of thinking. About how there really was division in how to act, react, who we are to communicate with and how that communication is to be done. In the show there are times I can see some of my family members as part of that upper class. And others - that I can see in the servants and the hard day to day work.
So I am drawn to the question of - when did the lines become so muddled? While I love my jeans - I like to dress up and I wonder if I am teaching my kids a proper way...but then where is the place to do proper in today's society? Does it matter?
Good manners are always in fashion right? Good and proper dress is in fashion right? When did the rules go out the window - or did they and I'm just hanging around with a different crowd?
I have recently been watching the show Downton Abbey. It is a great show about an aristocratic family in England. It takes the viewers through the lives of not only the Ladies (and Lords) but also that of the servants.
Which makes me do a lot of thinking. About how there really was division in how to act, react, who we are to communicate with and how that communication is to be done. In the show there are times I can see some of my family members as part of that upper class. And others - that I can see in the servants and the hard day to day work.
So I am drawn to the question of - when did the lines become so muddled? While I love my jeans - I like to dress up and I wonder if I am teaching my kids a proper way...but then where is the place to do proper in today's society? Does it matter?
Good manners are always in fashion right? Good and proper dress is in fashion right? When did the rules go out the window - or did they and I'm just hanging around with a different crowd?
Sunday, March 3, 2013
Timing is everything
Some of my friends my know my propensity to claim that everythign happens for a reason. We meet certain people at a certain time in our lives. We go through certain heartaches and joys at a certain time. We have things happen that seem to be so unrelated to life that there must be a higher power orchestrating it.
I have had several odd things happen at amazing timing - that I am writing them down just to keep track of them. (And yesterday, my cousin indicated that I will win the voice over contest as good things have been happening to me in just right timing)...
Yesterday, we had paused before the last ski run of the day. My cousin had wanted to make the "4 o'clock run." The 4 o'clock run is basically when you are the last people on the slopes making that last run (therefore avoiding all the other people on the slopes). As we were waiting inside a lodge, the people that worked at the lodge were trying to clean up. They were moving the ski racks that were outside - that my board was leaning against. I noted they were moving them and hurried up and went outside. As we got outside, I realized that my board was gone. Just as I was leaning over the ledge, asking "where is my board?" a ski patrol man zoomed up on his snowmobile asking "is this your board." It was literally seconds after I had leaned over the ledge....he said it was way down the slope!
This morning, I had waited back at the condo with Sarah for just a bit before I was going to try to hit the road. We were cleaning. We had started the dishwasher. We sat for about another 1/2 hour when literally mid sentence, I decided to get up and say it is time for me to go. As I got to the doorway, I noticed a smell. For a few minutes we tried to figure out what it would be from. (It smelled like burning). We looked over just in time to see the dishwasher shooting black flames and we were able to put it out. Had I not decided just then to leave - would we have noticed the smell and/or the flames?
Although it escapes me now this is not the only two instances of things happening to me in incredible timing recently. I am certain that I am destined for great things coming my way. I am certain that I have angels watching over me and leading me to what is my true destiny.
I have had several odd things happen at amazing timing - that I am writing them down just to keep track of them. (And yesterday, my cousin indicated that I will win the voice over contest as good things have been happening to me in just right timing)...
Yesterday, we had paused before the last ski run of the day. My cousin had wanted to make the "4 o'clock run." The 4 o'clock run is basically when you are the last people on the slopes making that last run (therefore avoiding all the other people on the slopes). As we were waiting inside a lodge, the people that worked at the lodge were trying to clean up. They were moving the ski racks that were outside - that my board was leaning against. I noted they were moving them and hurried up and went outside. As we got outside, I realized that my board was gone. Just as I was leaning over the ledge, asking "where is my board?" a ski patrol man zoomed up on his snowmobile asking "is this your board." It was literally seconds after I had leaned over the ledge....he said it was way down the slope!
This morning, I had waited back at the condo with Sarah for just a bit before I was going to try to hit the road. We were cleaning. We had started the dishwasher. We sat for about another 1/2 hour when literally mid sentence, I decided to get up and say it is time for me to go. As I got to the doorway, I noticed a smell. For a few minutes we tried to figure out what it would be from. (It smelled like burning). We looked over just in time to see the dishwasher shooting black flames and we were able to put it out. Had I not decided just then to leave - would we have noticed the smell and/or the flames?
Although it escapes me now this is not the only two instances of things happening to me in incredible timing recently. I am certain that I am destined for great things coming my way. I am certain that I have angels watching over me and leading me to what is my true destiny.
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Past becomes future
In a moment yesterday with my daughter, I had the opportunity to tell her about some of the fun things I have gotten to do in the past (Admittedly, I have had many jobs). I told her I got to go to NYC for the world premiere of Hercules, the Disney animated film. She didn't believe me. She thought I was joking.
So I started thinking about what I have been able to do in the past and what that makes me today. I'm not certain if I should let my past shape my future or just let it be what it was. Indeed, I have done some really cool things - I have had some heartaches, and I have had a lot of laughter! I guess in some ways, I want both. I want to be shaped by my past but I don't want to be imprisoned by it.
It has given me pause to think about the person who checks me out at the local grocery store. What is her story? Did she used to do something great? Life is like a wave - sometimes we get to see it from the top of the wave (I'm not a surfer but, I'd love to add that to my life list) and sometimes we are at the bottom. But either way, there will be another and another. Life has a way of moving on.
Is there something in your life that was like it was at the top of a wave? Are you at the bottom right now trying to figure out how to get back on that surfboard?
So I started thinking about what I have been able to do in the past and what that makes me today. I'm not certain if I should let my past shape my future or just let it be what it was. Indeed, I have done some really cool things - I have had some heartaches, and I have had a lot of laughter! I guess in some ways, I want both. I want to be shaped by my past but I don't want to be imprisoned by it.
It has given me pause to think about the person who checks me out at the local grocery store. What is her story? Did she used to do something great? Life is like a wave - sometimes we get to see it from the top of the wave (I'm not a surfer but, I'd love to add that to my life list) and sometimes we are at the bottom. But either way, there will be another and another. Life has a way of moving on.
Is there something in your life that was like it was at the top of a wave? Are you at the bottom right now trying to figure out how to get back on that surfboard?
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
I made it!
YAY! I did make it. I have been placed on the list of the top 20 try outs in Las Vegas. Round One - ding! ding!
I was a bit obsessive - checking and re-checking the website to see if I had made it or no. I was checking for several times (the rules indicated that the voting would begin on Feb 18 at 6:00 a.m. PT (7 a.m. MT). I was so excited the night before that I didn't get a wink of sleep. And then when it wasn't up all day the 18th I just about freaked out!
But then as I was driving Peyton to school on Tuesday, Feb 19 - I received an email that tipped me off that it was online! I'm so excited.
I am now in an all out social media campaign. The votes were posted for New York. Brizzy V won in New York with just over 5600 votes (the next second one was 2400). I believe that I may have less competition in Las Vegas - but I have pulled out all my resources. I added it to my blog, I have added to facebook, I have been tweeting about it and then I have asked several of the bloggers to vote as well. I know that my mom has sent out emails and I know that others have said they have done the same.
The suspense will kill me! I wish I could see how the voting was going. I wish I had some idea if I am even close. I thought it was one week of voting - but rather, it is for two weeks. Through March 2. I do hope that they post the winners right away on that Monday!
Xing my fingers. Hopeful!
I was a bit obsessive - checking and re-checking the website to see if I had made it or no. I was checking for several times (the rules indicated that the voting would begin on Feb 18 at 6:00 a.m. PT (7 a.m. MT). I was so excited the night before that I didn't get a wink of sleep. And then when it wasn't up all day the 18th I just about freaked out!
But then as I was driving Peyton to school on Tuesday, Feb 19 - I received an email that tipped me off that it was online! I'm so excited.
I am now in an all out social media campaign. The votes were posted for New York. Brizzy V won in New York with just over 5600 votes (the next second one was 2400). I believe that I may have less competition in Las Vegas - but I have pulled out all my resources. I added it to my blog, I have added to facebook, I have been tweeting about it and then I have asked several of the bloggers to vote as well. I know that my mom has sent out emails and I know that others have said they have done the same.
The suspense will kill me! I wish I could see how the voting was going. I wish I had some idea if I am even close. I thought it was one week of voting - but rather, it is for two weeks. Through March 2. I do hope that they post the winners right away on that Monday!
Xing my fingers. Hopeful!
Sunday, February 17, 2013
Maybe I don't understand supporting a friend
I know that we are all at a point in our lives where we are able to make our own opinions. We all come from different backgrounds (and for the most part that is pretty exciting for me). But I have a giant question - and I'm not sure what to think.
I recently traveled to Las Vegas for an audition to become a voice-over talent. Mind you, I studied Communication at CU with the express thought of wanting to go into radio. I worked as an on-air talent at KQXI radio in Denver for two years (on weekends), I worked at KOSI 101.1 FM (a mainstream AC station in town) and then at Radio Disney. I have been in communication with a friend who was at a sister station of KOSI that we are looking into doing our own podcast (more on that when we get it up and running). Additionally, I have taken lessons (much like a singer might meet with a coach) with a company in Denver that specializes in voice work. I have recorded commercials and been on MOPS radio. I have volunteered at Radio for the Blind (reading newspapers). I have been told by several people (not just my friends/family) that I'd be good at audio books. This is really what I want to do.
I have even heard it said that you should look back to see what you did as a child - and that might be a good career choice. I can recall being 12/13 years old and making radio shows on our cassette tapes with my friend - and I would create all of these different commercials.
But, life has gotten away from me. I was never in a position to move from Denver. I couldn't chase down the dream of being a voice talent as I had to pay the bills and support my family.
But then I saw this opportunity to try out to win a giant contract. (I have to be honest to say that I have a penchant for trying out for somethings...I recently tried out for Amazing Race - not so much because I want to be on reality TV but I really want to travel to all those great places!) I booked a trip to Vegas immediately. I arranged hotel. I got a flight. I told my friends/family what I was doing. (I did turn it into a business trip with meetings at a couple different hotels to make it a bit more financially feasible as I am on a VERY tight budget).
But here is what I don't understand... I have this "friend" who says she supports me - but instead of like the people on American Idol who wait outside the room to hug their friend when they try out...she made it very clear to me that it was her intention to try out. Not support - but rather, compete (since there really is only 1 spot). I let her know from the beginning (she first found out about it when I mentioned it while we were in line to compete for a spot in Amazing Race - (which would be as a TEAM not competing AGAINST each other) that I was not overly comfortable with her coming to Vegas as I was doing this and was going to turn it into a biz trip.
She persisted. She followed up just a couple weeks later asking me for more information about the try out. I once again informed her that this was not a good time to come play with me in Vegas we can choose another time. Days later she texted me - "what are you wearing to the try out?" I'm thinking, "what does it matter - its VOICE not how cute we are." I asked her her plans again. She said she was coming out and trying out. I let her know I didn't feel like she was being supportive but rather competitive.
I was in contact with one of the studio representative to ensure that I didn't need to prepare anything and that I didn't need to make an appointment. I was super happy when the rep offered me a front of the line pass. I sooo was not expecting that! I was so happy I mentioned it. MY BAD. Because then my friend had the gall to ask me to email the studio back and ask for another one! I don't know this studio rep and I don't want to put my own audition at risk for my friend. Um...NO I told her.
She responded we could support each other....that perhaps God is using me? God is using me? For what? For her to find auditions? Because as far as I see it, she didn't know about Amazing Race audition until I told her or this audition until I told her...and the very morning of these voice over auditions she was begging me (via text) to tell her where this audition was held. She apparently found it because she sauntered in just as I was about to go in for my studio time.
I just don't understand how competing against one another is supportive. I see these as opposite sides of a spectrum.
I recently traveled to Las Vegas for an audition to become a voice-over talent. Mind you, I studied Communication at CU with the express thought of wanting to go into radio. I worked as an on-air talent at KQXI radio in Denver for two years (on weekends), I worked at KOSI 101.1 FM (a mainstream AC station in town) and then at Radio Disney. I have been in communication with a friend who was at a sister station of KOSI that we are looking into doing our own podcast (more on that when we get it up and running). Additionally, I have taken lessons (much like a singer might meet with a coach) with a company in Denver that specializes in voice work. I have recorded commercials and been on MOPS radio. I have volunteered at Radio for the Blind (reading newspapers). I have been told by several people (not just my friends/family) that I'd be good at audio books. This is really what I want to do.
I have even heard it said that you should look back to see what you did as a child - and that might be a good career choice. I can recall being 12/13 years old and making radio shows on our cassette tapes with my friend - and I would create all of these different commercials.
But, life has gotten away from me. I was never in a position to move from Denver. I couldn't chase down the dream of being a voice talent as I had to pay the bills and support my family.
But then I saw this opportunity to try out to win a giant contract. (I have to be honest to say that I have a penchant for trying out for somethings...I recently tried out for Amazing Race - not so much because I want to be on reality TV but I really want to travel to all those great places!) I booked a trip to Vegas immediately. I arranged hotel. I got a flight. I told my friends/family what I was doing. (I did turn it into a business trip with meetings at a couple different hotels to make it a bit more financially feasible as I am on a VERY tight budget).
But here is what I don't understand... I have this "friend" who says she supports me - but instead of like the people on American Idol who wait outside the room to hug their friend when they try out...she made it very clear to me that it was her intention to try out. Not support - but rather, compete (since there really is only 1 spot). I let her know from the beginning (she first found out about it when I mentioned it while we were in line to compete for a spot in Amazing Race - (which would be as a TEAM not competing AGAINST each other) that I was not overly comfortable with her coming to Vegas as I was doing this and was going to turn it into a biz trip.
She persisted. She followed up just a couple weeks later asking me for more information about the try out. I once again informed her that this was not a good time to come play with me in Vegas we can choose another time. Days later she texted me - "what are you wearing to the try out?" I'm thinking, "what does it matter - its VOICE not how cute we are." I asked her her plans again. She said she was coming out and trying out. I let her know I didn't feel like she was being supportive but rather competitive.
I was in contact with one of the studio representative to ensure that I didn't need to prepare anything and that I didn't need to make an appointment. I was super happy when the rep offered me a front of the line pass. I sooo was not expecting that! I was so happy I mentioned it. MY BAD. Because then my friend had the gall to ask me to email the studio back and ask for another one! I don't know this studio rep and I don't want to put my own audition at risk for my friend. Um...NO I told her.
She responded we could support each other....that perhaps God is using me? God is using me? For what? For her to find auditions? Because as far as I see it, she didn't know about Amazing Race audition until I told her or this audition until I told her...and the very morning of these voice over auditions she was begging me (via text) to tell her where this audition was held. She apparently found it because she sauntered in just as I was about to go in for my studio time.
I just don't understand how competing against one another is supportive. I see these as opposite sides of a spectrum.
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