Thursday, January 29, 2009
Hmm, As I browse I have decided that I should date the pages in my journal.
Very first page - My daughter and her friend wrote me messages. "By the way Paige rocks... haha" and "Meagan is the coolest person in the world. Enjoy every minute of Life." These girls are wise beyond their years and apparently have some self confidence.
I've got a few pictures - Jars with labels such as, Volunteer, Compliments, Kid Pick the Game, Anti-Punishment (positive reinforcement), Joy, Blessings, I dare you to leave your worries at the door. This whole brain storm turned into me and the kids decorating 3 jars each. Joy, Fear, Fun. Sound familiar?
Pass the Buck? What the Cluck? - This has something to do with encouraging myself and others not to pass on poor quality and to take responsibility.
Oh yah! I do love my hubby! - My husband has given my entire family a gift. He is fun and spontaneous. Sometimes to the point that it wears me down. I am more introverted. Let's just say Tom can be a bit of a roller coaster ride. In the past I struggled more with this. .... I now can receive all of it in love. He provides great energy to a room. The next time I get overwhelmed I will remember it is a gift and give thanks.
Paige Protector comes to me in a dream as a dog. Need more signs please. Well let's just say we got a dog a few months later, after I vowed never to get another dog. We absolutely love our Chihuahua, Tula.
Waterproof Journal - LOL ! All I know is that I have the greatest ideas when I am in the shower and no place to write them down.
Now the girls were sweating and making up words - Swoobs, Swutt Crack, Swoes and Swarm Pits.
I should nap more fearlessly. When I play some people must think I am crazy. I know I am just a little wild. I live with some fear, but I must conquer it by learning and pushing myself.
Be patient. Listen. Follow.
Now for those word verifications:
IMINGISM - I am doing something ism.
SUPHERS - Surfing gophers.
PHILISE - Phy Lis Dillar
MEONY - If that person making up these words made more money they could spell money.
CLAIKER - This one has me stumped.
Well thanks for stopping by and hanging in there through this random post.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Let's take FRUITY....... Tart but sweet...Nourishing.....Aromatic....Colorful
Here is the definition from Urban Dictionary and I will highlight the adjectives that suit me:
"Fruity" has a precise meaning, but is difficult to define. Loosely speaking, the word refers to something which is cheerfully and perkily saccharine, naïve, generic, corny, banal, innocuous, un-self-consciously dippy, sexually neutered (or, conversely, having perverse subtexts), or just plain dumb - and is amusing because of it. Dorkiness which doesn't even know that it's dorky, but celebrates its own dorkiness anyway: that which is flamboyantly and happily retarded. Closely synonymous with gay, in the not-necessarily-homosexual sense.
Now let's take Tuity or Tooty?
Here is the definition from Urban Dictionary. I am quite surprised with this definition.
something or someone that defines perfection. usually refers to a person.
Not only does he make me feel special in a way no one has, but he is just all around tooty.
Paige gave me a compliment and didn't even know it. How special is that. She just called me the perfect dork. LOL!!! She agrees with this summation and so do I.
The picture posted is Paige's Fruity Tooty picture entitled, "Peace Begins with Me". I love it. Look a curvy girl, a stick boyish figured girl and an athletic girl. They all agree, If it's to be it's up to me. Go be who you are even if its Fruity Tooty.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
I can remember not so long ago my husband forgot my birthday. No! Now that I think about it was 7 years ago. It probably hurt more that I will admit. Anyway, I called him, enthusiastically exclaiming, "Everyone at work decorated my office and filled it with balloons!" I thought he would reply, "Happy Birthday!" Nope and I felt stupid reminding him.
A) He was pissed at me. We did have a fight the night before and I figured he was being stubborn.
B) He didn't hear a word I had said during our phone conversation and actually did forget my birthday.
I was testing my husband. Would he disappoint me and would I allow him to do so? What would I do if he went the whole day without acknowledging my birthday? I could sulk. I could cry. Or I could just exclaim, "Happy Birthday To Me!"
I ended up reminding him. He was simply having one of those "brain fart" days and spaced it off and thought my co-workers were just playing a practical joke by filling my office with balloons.
What's a birthday, but not to remind you that you can emerge anew anytime no matter your age. The world was given a gift the day you were born, right? So 2 months ago I decided I would give myself a 40 something birthday present. I proclaimed this birthday commitment, which surely would prevent any hurt caused by forgetfulness.
Now I don't want to down play any great gifts I have been given in the past, but this gift I gave myself was indeed the best birthday gift I have ever gotten. As mentioned in my last post, MBL had their first workshop/mini retreat yesterday, Saturday 17th. A dream I had first envisioned May 2008. The reason it took me so long to actually have this event was because I was afraid nobody would come and I couldn't pull together 4 hours of compelling, interesting material and activities. I knew the boost I needed was to make my intentions public and to make a commitment to others that I was going to do it.
So on November 19th I announced this event in my weekly Traveling Sanctuary Newsletter. It would be held on January 17th, the day before my birthday. It would be my birthday present to myself. I wanted my mom and sister to be there, so I ASKED (strongly encouraged) them to make the 5 hour drive from Iowa to Minnesota. We would cross our fingers that the weather would cooperate.
My gift to myself was the courage to make a commitment and following through. Here are the bonus gifts I received as a result. I am returning to my Believe Act Go (Bag) Age indeed.
- My sister and mom made the trip with good weather.
- My sister made me a banana cream pie
- My mom took down my Christmas tree
- My 13 year old daughter enthusiastically assisted me at the workshop and was exposed to incredible ladies
- I told stories and shared tools that helped ladies
- Ladies openly shared themselves
- I received encouragement that will fuel me to continue down the path of developing Modern B*a*g Ladies.
- Admiration for other ladies
- I could go on and on
The next time somebody reminds me about their birthday I will rejoice. I know they do not do this because they expect a gift. Rather I believe they have just given themselves a gift.
Give. Receive. Intentions. Deeds.
To everyone reading this, consider this your Happy Birthday wish. I am ashamed to say that I stink at keeping a birthday calendar and acknowledge other's (outside of my immediate family) birthdays. Note to self, "start a birthday calendar and start surprising others on their birthdays" They will most certainly be surprised getting a happy birthday wish from Kim. I really dislike myself for this lack of thoughtfulness.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Everything I do is not worthy of my precious time. I've come to notice my waste.
Today was worthy. Worthy of giving my all. Worthy of a dream I dreamt months ago. Many sleepless nights planning, writing, rehearsing in my head what I wanted to share with a captivate audience of ladies. Today I told my story and others shared theirs in turn (the best part of today).
Today was the very first Modern B*a*g Ladies Workshop/mini retreat. I gave it my all. Tonight I will sleep well. Ah it is the most satisfying slumber.
Monday, January 12, 2009
I must have fed that pissed off, angry Pussy cat, that hibernates inside me. And I must have urinated in her Wheaties. What else would have caused her to pounce without warning. Worse of all my son was on the receiving end. Oh so sweet one second and BAM! claws and hissing ensue.
- I will take Wheaties off the menu,
- I will remind my children that mommy has flaws
- I will ask for a redo
- I will feed my Courage Cat
- My Courage Cat will fend off my Pussy Cat (cowardly little kitty)
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Monday, January 5, 2009
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Thursday, January 1, 2009
- Air will be our only source of nourishment as not to dirty a dish or create any waste required to be hauled out as trash.
- We can no longer wear clothing that could be soiled, so therefore we must remain in our own domain as not to be arrested for indecent exposure.
- We will sleep standing up so not to soil bedding.
- A huge bubble will be constructed around our home sealing off all dirt and dust.
- We can not exit this bubble hence being contaminated with outside dirt, which could be carried into our bubble.
- Personal hygiene, now that my be a tricky one. I guess no showers, shaving or brushing our teeth. Can't be dirtying any vessels with soap scum, toothpaste or whiskers. Hmm, consuming air probably eliminates, elimination.
Hey as much I dislike housework and dislike more that it is the never ending story, let's just face it, "The dirt, trash, soap scum and sweat is worth the living of our lives". The day the housework ends is the day our life has ended.
As I climb the stairs, littered with stuff, I will take one thing at a time and put it back in its place. As I wash each dish I will feel blessed that we have been nourished with the food place upon it. As I wash each piece of clothing I will be reminded of the the worthy work we did that day. As I suck up dirt with my very lovely Kirby I am happy to be getting much needed exercise.
Now go live your life, get dirty, do the housework and enjoy it damn it! Oh ya, ask for help!