Good Morning and Welcome to Perfect Moments Monday hosted by Lori of Weebles Webblog. Perfect Moment Monday is an opportunity to reflect and share those moments that connect and sustain us.
I have a couple perfect moments to share at the blog water cooler this morning, they occurred last night while sharing a take out Chinese dinner with the family.
D., our oldest son told this joke while we were discussing well known composers and musicians-
"What happens when you switch Yo Yo Ma's name around?"
"It becomes Yo Ma Ma." (ah, 14 y/o humor)
Our youngest son then opened up his fortune cookie which read-
"Don't forget to say I Love You".
Monday, March 23, 2009
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Negative Thinking tape track
I go hiking in the local mountains with my cousin weekly and in addition to working our tushes on the "butt buster" hills, it's also a great therapy chat session.
My cousin, Sue started snowskiing about 5 years ago when she was 40 years old. Her family enjoys the fresh air, exercise, and the beautiful scenery of skiing. Sue (like a lot of skiers including me) struggles with fear while skiing. Fear of falling, fear of getting hurt, crashed into, falling off a cliff precipice, the list goes on and on. She talked about how she starts thinking of all these "What Ifs?" and it takes away her enjoyment of the sport. I said to her, "Why don't you turn it around? The likelihood of any of those things happening is slim to none, the overwhelming odds are that you will be safe and sound at the bottom of the hill ready to get on the lift for the next run." We talked about instead of visualizing wipeouts and crashes to use the power of her thoughts to picture her successful and happy doing what she loved. She is going to try it.
I use this technique whenever I catch myself wallowing in the negative and focusing on my fears instead of the much more likely outcome of success.
Is there anything that you do to help you switch the negative off in your thoughts? Thank you so much and sending you warm, happy thoughts as always.
PostScript: The boys and I wear helmets when we ski because all the good visualization in the world isn't going to protect our heads when we do wipeout.
My cousin, Sue started snowskiing about 5 years ago when she was 40 years old. Her family enjoys the fresh air, exercise, and the beautiful scenery of skiing. Sue (like a lot of skiers including me) struggles with fear while skiing. Fear of falling, fear of getting hurt, crashed into, falling off a cliff precipice, the list goes on and on. She talked about how she starts thinking of all these "What Ifs?" and it takes away her enjoyment of the sport. I said to her, "Why don't you turn it around? The likelihood of any of those things happening is slim to none, the overwhelming odds are that you will be safe and sound at the bottom of the hill ready to get on the lift for the next run." We talked about instead of visualizing wipeouts and crashes to use the power of her thoughts to picture her successful and happy doing what she loved. She is going to try it.
I use this technique whenever I catch myself wallowing in the negative and focusing on my fears instead of the much more likely outcome of success.
Is there anything that you do to help you switch the negative off in your thoughts? Thank you so much and sending you warm, happy thoughts as always.
PostScript: The boys and I wear helmets when we ski because all the good visualization in the world isn't going to protect our heads when we do wipeout.
Friday, March 20, 2009
Happy Birthday, Son
Happy 14th Birthday to our oldest son. I am so proud of you, you are a compassionate, kind, and responsible young man. You are everything a parent ever dreams of and so much more. I anticipate wonderful things for you and we will be here for you always. Thank you for teaching so much about love and life and for the Gift of You!
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Whatever Sticks to the Wall Wednesday
Howdy from this beautiful, gorgeous, warm, and sunny Wednesday in Los Angeles. The skies are crystalline blue and the mountains are green. A wonderful day to be alive and I am thankful for so many things even though it is a worrisome time to say the least.
I am not a worrier by nature, but I think I would have to be comatose not to be concerned with the tough times all around us. Three of my friends and neighbors are out of work with uncertain prospects. I'm concerned about my job of almost 8 years and the renewal of a contract on which it hinges. It's outside of my control and despite my hard work and stellar performance, there's nothing I can do which totally sucks. I really love what I do and do not relish the thought of finding a new job. My husband is encouraging and supportive so that eases a lot of the burden. I just have to wait and see and it's no fun feeling in limbo. I should know within the next month what's what with work. I would appreciate your prayers, good vibes, and thoughts, Thank you so much!!
Yesterday, I was feeling out of sorts over work and various other things including mountains of laundry to deal with, a garage and pantry that are in serious need of cleaning and organizing, and no time or mental energy to deal with it. I got a serious boost from my blog buddies, Weebles Webblog, Mrs.Spit, and A Very Open Book, when they thanked me for my support. That means so much and I thank them and all the bloggers who stop by or send an email. It's amazing how an acknowledgement and simple Thank you can really make your day.
I am reminded of the fragility of life as I learn about the ski accident and head injury of actress, Natasha Richardson. My heart and prayers goes out to her and her family, especially her two sons.
Well, off to get started on some chores and work for my boss who is on vacation this week. Lucky her, she is whale watching on the islands off the coast of Mexico. I am meeting some girlfriends for lunch this afternoon to celebrate one friend's birthday. I also need to start planning our Spring Break vacation of a visit to San Francisco and Monterey. Thank you for stopping by and letting me vent.
I hope you have a Wonderful Wednesday and please let me know whatever you are up to too!
I am not a worrier by nature, but I think I would have to be comatose not to be concerned with the tough times all around us. Three of my friends and neighbors are out of work with uncertain prospects. I'm concerned about my job of almost 8 years and the renewal of a contract on which it hinges. It's outside of my control and despite my hard work and stellar performance, there's nothing I can do which totally sucks. I really love what I do and do not relish the thought of finding a new job. My husband is encouraging and supportive so that eases a lot of the burden. I just have to wait and see and it's no fun feeling in limbo. I should know within the next month what's what with work. I would appreciate your prayers, good vibes, and thoughts, Thank you so much!!
Yesterday, I was feeling out of sorts over work and various other things including mountains of laundry to deal with, a garage and pantry that are in serious need of cleaning and organizing, and no time or mental energy to deal with it. I got a serious boost from my blog buddies, Weebles Webblog, Mrs.Spit, and A Very Open Book, when they thanked me for my support. That means so much and I thank them and all the bloggers who stop by or send an email. It's amazing how an acknowledgement and simple Thank you can really make your day.
I am reminded of the fragility of life as I learn about the ski accident and head injury of actress, Natasha Richardson. My heart and prayers goes out to her and her family, especially her two sons.
Well, off to get started on some chores and work for my boss who is on vacation this week. Lucky her, she is whale watching on the islands off the coast of Mexico. I am meeting some girlfriends for lunch this afternoon to celebrate one friend's birthday. I also need to start planning our Spring Break vacation of a visit to San Francisco and Monterey. Thank you for stopping by and letting me vent.
I hope you have a Wonderful Wednesday and please let me know whatever you are up to too!
Monday, March 16, 2009
A Very Happy St.Patrick's Day
Some Guinness was spilled on the barroom floor when the pub was shut for the night.
Out of his hold crept a wee Irish mouse and stood in the pale moonlight.
He lapped up the frothy brew from the floor, then back on his haunches he sat.
And all night long you could hear him roar, "Bring on the G*ddam cat!"
Shamelessly indebted to Rick and M.E. for this wee bit of poetry on the day the snakes were driven out of our Eire.
Out of his hold crept a wee Irish mouse and stood in the pale moonlight.
He lapped up the frothy brew from the floor, then back on his haunches he sat.
And all night long you could hear him roar, "Bring on the G*ddam cat!"
Shamelessly indebted to Rick and M.E. for this wee bit of poetry on the day the snakes were driven out of our Eire.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
What If
The blogging sisters, Antibloggedy and The Rambler posted about life changing or What If events and asked bloggers to share their What If Stories. So, please buckle up, put down your drink (or pour yourself a fresh one), and listen up to a timeless tale of two girls' stupidity from twenty seven years ago.
It was my best friend, P's twenty-first birthday. She is six months older than me and wanted to celebrate at a bar she frequented near her boyfriend's house about thirty miles from the Nursing School we attended together. I drove as I was the one with the car. I also planned to drink as I had my easy to obtain fake ID.
It was a fun evening with the consumption of well over a dozen Whisky Sours apiece. Needless to say, we were both extremely drunk. My friend, P. can hold her liquor with a sober face and convinced me that she was more fit to drive us home. So, we headed back home on the freeways of Southern Ohio. We made a pit stop at a 24 hour gas station about halfway home. This is where it gets real interesting real quick. As my friend was going down the freeway ramp instead merging into the traffic lanes, she made a LEFT Turn going the Wrong Way on the freeway. Thankfully, there was no traffic. I was instantly sober and Screamed at P. to pull over. She refused despite my pointing to the back of the freeways signs and screaming, pleading all within the course of 7 seconds. Finally, I grabbed the wheel from the passenger side, took my foot and stomped on the brake with all my weight and brought the car to a stop along the freeway shoulder. My friend refused to take her hands off the wheel or get our of the driver's seat. Another driver stopped to see what was the matter and tried to convince her to move. I ended up punching my friend in the face, I had to pummel her with my fists and push her into the passenger seat. She curled up in a ball in the seat. I drove her to dormitory, dragged her up to the front door, rang the buzzer for her to be let in by the House mother and hauled ass outta there. I went home to my parent's home where I lived during school and passed out. P. called me the next morning to find out what happened as her "face hurt and was all swollen." She was shocked, dismayed, and thankful when I related the early morning events to her. She remembered nothing. I will never forget.
It was my best friend, P's twenty-first birthday. She is six months older than me and wanted to celebrate at a bar she frequented near her boyfriend's house about thirty miles from the Nursing School we attended together. I drove as I was the one with the car. I also planned to drink as I had my easy to obtain fake ID.
It was a fun evening with the consumption of well over a dozen Whisky Sours apiece. Needless to say, we were both extremely drunk. My friend, P. can hold her liquor with a sober face and convinced me that she was more fit to drive us home. So, we headed back home on the freeways of Southern Ohio. We made a pit stop at a 24 hour gas station about halfway home. This is where it gets real interesting real quick. As my friend was going down the freeway ramp instead merging into the traffic lanes, she made a LEFT Turn going the Wrong Way on the freeway. Thankfully, there was no traffic. I was instantly sober and Screamed at P. to pull over. She refused despite my pointing to the back of the freeways signs and screaming, pleading all within the course of 7 seconds. Finally, I grabbed the wheel from the passenger side, took my foot and stomped on the brake with all my weight and brought the car to a stop along the freeway shoulder. My friend refused to take her hands off the wheel or get our of the driver's seat. Another driver stopped to see what was the matter and tried to convince her to move. I ended up punching my friend in the face, I had to pummel her with my fists and push her into the passenger seat. She curled up in a ball in the seat. I drove her to dormitory, dragged her up to the front door, rang the buzzer for her to be let in by the House mother and hauled ass outta there. I went home to my parent's home where I lived during school and passed out. P. called me the next morning to find out what happened as her "face hurt and was all swollen." She was shocked, dismayed, and thankful when I related the early morning events to her. She remembered nothing. I will never forget.
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