Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
Cheers and Jeers: 1st and possibly only edition
JEERS: To people to who talk on the phone while using the bathroom.
CHEERS: To the person in the next stall flushing the toilet 3 more times than necessary causing awkward pauses and a explanation to the person on the other end of the phone that "yes, they are in the bathroom."
JEERS: To stomach pains night after night after night.
CHEERS: To finally realizing that the reason I was having them was due to hunger! Half a slice of bread and a glass of water and I was right as rain and back to sleep... blessed, blessed sleep.
CHEERS: To being invited to a Pampered Chef party and not having to make dinner.
JEERS: To sitting in a crowd of people I didn't know that well and trying for awkward conversation.
CHEERS: To finding someone in the crowd who started reading this blog, therefore knows I'm a bit off kilter, and chose to talk to me anyways!
CHEERS: To the sun shining and warm weather on it's way!
CHEERS: To good friends who make it easy to laugh our way through life.
JEERS: To those friends potentially moving away and leaving gigantic holes in bookclub.
CHEERS: To family and the coolness of them!
CHEERS: To my wonderful husband who loves me despite me... let's be honest though, wouldnt' be nearly as fun if I was't a tad off kilter.
JEERS: To alarm clocks and the suffering they bring each day.
CHEERS: To you all and may you have a wonderful Valentine's Day!
CHEERS: To the person in the next stall flushing the toilet 3 more times than necessary causing awkward pauses and a explanation to the person on the other end of the phone that "yes, they are in the bathroom."
JEERS: To stomach pains night after night after night.
CHEERS: To finally realizing that the reason I was having them was due to hunger! Half a slice of bread and a glass of water and I was right as rain and back to sleep... blessed, blessed sleep.
CHEERS: To being invited to a Pampered Chef party and not having to make dinner.
JEERS: To sitting in a crowd of people I didn't know that well and trying for awkward conversation.
CHEERS: To finding someone in the crowd who started reading this blog, therefore knows I'm a bit off kilter, and chose to talk to me anyways!
CHEERS: To the sun shining and warm weather on it's way!
CHEERS: To good friends who make it easy to laugh our way through life.
JEERS: To those friends potentially moving away and leaving gigantic holes in bookclub.
CHEERS: To family and the coolness of them!
CHEERS: To my wonderful husband who loves me despite me... let's be honest though, wouldnt' be nearly as fun if I was't a tad off kilter.
JEERS: To alarm clocks and the suffering they bring each day.
CHEERS: To you all and may you have a wonderful Valentine's Day!
Friday, February 11, 2011
High School P.E. and What it Did For Me
There are a lot of things that I have blocked from my mind. A lot of things from High School. A lot of things from High School P.E. class. For example, I have no idea what I wore during P.E. I can't remember changing cloths. I know I did, but I've blocked it. I vaguely remember extra doses of deodorant, but that's about it.
Besides Coach Clark that is.
No one can forget him.
Coach Clark was the P.E. teacher, the wrestling coach, and the football coach. We called him the ape-man or the missing link. Cruel I know, but if you had seen him you would agree. He was barrel chested, swarthy in complexion, and as compassionate as an ape.
He put up warm-up exercises for us to do at the beginning of class. Other, less informed people, who saw the list on the wall thought they were for the wrestling team. Nope. They were for a bunch of girls.
It was not uncommon for this list to contain such things as: run 25 laps, 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 25 sets of ladders. Lest you think that these were spread out, not so. Usually all four were on the "warm-up" list.
The worst were the push-ups. We had to do them right. Meaning we had to partner up and our partner had to hold their fist on the ground right below our chest. As the pusher-upper, we had to lower our body (no knee push-ups mind you, full on straight legged) to the persons fist. Then and only then had we completed a push-up. Others didn't count. I hated push-ups. Only when we had completed all of the warm-ups were we able to continue on with the rest of the class.
My partner was Sally. She was great. We cheated. We never did finish a complete set up push-ups, or at least not accurately. It was odd how sometimes I would be lifting myself up and her fist would just hit me in the chest without me even moving. Fastest push-ups I ever did. We laughed a lot. Coach Clark didn't like us. He was pretty much disgusted with our weakness. Did I mention we were in high school... we were weak by definition.
On the last day of class Sally and I decided that come hell or high water, we would finish our set of push-ups. Just this one time we would make Coach Clark proud. You know, to give him a reason to believe he was doing a good job, to pay him back for all the anguish we gave him. We didn't cheat. We persevered. We lowered our chest to the other person's fist. We collapsed regularly in exhaustion and laughter, mostly laughter. He was still disgusted with us. But we kept on going. After a good half hour into class he finally came over and told us to stop and get going with the rest of the class. He was still disgusted.
I like to think that he learned from this experience. I hope he realized that all men/women are not created physically equal. That sometimes people just aren't interested in doing push-ups until our arms fall off. That high school girls don't like to sweat during the day because it ruins make-up and hair. That not everyone is a wrestler.
I know I learned a few things. I learned that Sally was an incredible partner in crime. I learned how to change in the locker room with speed and accuracy (still can't remember what I wore though, shorts and a t-shirt I'm sure but I have no recollection of what they actually looked like). I learned to block out a lot of memories about high school P.E. I learned that I absolutely hated push-ups.
I think it may have scarred me just a little... don't worry, I'm sure I'll get over it some day.
How about your P.E. memories?
Besides Coach Clark that is.
No one can forget him.
Coach Clark was the P.E. teacher, the wrestling coach, and the football coach. We called him the ape-man or the missing link. Cruel I know, but if you had seen him you would agree. He was barrel chested, swarthy in complexion, and as compassionate as an ape.
He put up warm-up exercises for us to do at the beginning of class. Other, less informed people, who saw the list on the wall thought they were for the wrestling team. Nope. They were for a bunch of girls.
It was not uncommon for this list to contain such things as: run 25 laps, 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 25 sets of ladders. Lest you think that these were spread out, not so. Usually all four were on the "warm-up" list.
The worst were the push-ups. We had to do them right. Meaning we had to partner up and our partner had to hold their fist on the ground right below our chest. As the pusher-upper, we had to lower our body (no knee push-ups mind you, full on straight legged) to the persons fist. Then and only then had we completed a push-up. Others didn't count. I hated push-ups. Only when we had completed all of the warm-ups were we able to continue on with the rest of the class.
My partner was Sally. She was great. We cheated. We never did finish a complete set up push-ups, or at least not accurately. It was odd how sometimes I would be lifting myself up and her fist would just hit me in the chest without me even moving. Fastest push-ups I ever did. We laughed a lot. Coach Clark didn't like us. He was pretty much disgusted with our weakness. Did I mention we were in high school... we were weak by definition.
On the last day of class Sally and I decided that come hell or high water, we would finish our set of push-ups. Just this one time we would make Coach Clark proud. You know, to give him a reason to believe he was doing a good job, to pay him back for all the anguish we gave him. We didn't cheat. We persevered. We lowered our chest to the other person's fist. We collapsed regularly in exhaustion and laughter, mostly laughter. He was still disgusted with us. But we kept on going. After a good half hour into class he finally came over and told us to stop and get going with the rest of the class. He was still disgusted.
I like to think that he learned from this experience. I hope he realized that all men/women are not created physically equal. That sometimes people just aren't interested in doing push-ups until our arms fall off. That high school girls don't like to sweat during the day because it ruins make-up and hair. That not everyone is a wrestler.
I know I learned a few things. I learned that Sally was an incredible partner in crime. I learned how to change in the locker room with speed and accuracy (still can't remember what I wore though, shorts and a t-shirt I'm sure but I have no recollection of what they actually looked like). I learned to block out a lot of memories about high school P.E. I learned that I absolutely hated push-ups.
I think it may have scarred me just a little... don't worry, I'm sure I'll get over it some day.
How about your P.E. memories?
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Friday, February 4, 2011
Who are you to be fabulous?
We had book club last night. It was wonderful. It wasn't perfect. We aren't perfect people. We make mistakes. We have regrets. We have trials. We have issues. We aren't always appropriate. We aren't all loud, we aren't all quiet. But no one can fit us in a box.
At book club we aren't moms, we're not teachers, we're not professionals, we're not wives. We are women. We are women.
Women who come together once a month with full acceptance. Women who have been judged and have learned that no one can be judged. Women who have stories. Women who have lived different lives no matter how much "in common" some seem to have. We are women who are friends, who care about each other dearly no matter how new to the club. Women who like to laugh and have a good time. Women who need to laugh and have a good time. Women who appreciate each other for who we are.
When the evening is over we go back to our homes and we are ready to pick up our mom hats, our work hats, our job hats, our wife hats. We are better for the experience. We aren't always appropriate. We aren't perfect. We love our families. And most things about our lives we wouldn't change. We are women. We are fabulous.
"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."
-Marianne Williamson
At book club we aren't moms, we're not teachers, we're not professionals, we're not wives. We are women. We are women.
Women who come together once a month with full acceptance. Women who have been judged and have learned that no one can be judged. Women who have stories. Women who have lived different lives no matter how much "in common" some seem to have. We are women who are friends, who care about each other dearly no matter how new to the club. Women who like to laugh and have a good time. Women who need to laugh and have a good time. Women who appreciate each other for who we are.
When the evening is over we go back to our homes and we are ready to pick up our mom hats, our work hats, our job hats, our wife hats. We are better for the experience. We aren't always appropriate. We aren't perfect. We love our families. And most things about our lives we wouldn't change. We are women. We are fabulous.
"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."
-Marianne Williamson
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Tuesday Photo
This picture was taken in Ixtapa Mexico two years ago. I can't go back, but maybe looking at it will make me feel warmer. If that doesn't work try this one:
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