Thursday, October 1, 2009

Going Pink for October

Somehow I found the Boobiethon folks on the web and ended up following them on Twitter. They have a unique way of showing support for women and the cause against breast cancer. If you want to know what I'm talking about then check out their website at http://boobiethon.com/.

October is Breast Cancer Awareness month and folks with a website and/or blog site can show their support by "Going Pink for October" - this site http://pinkforoctober.org/gives some information on how you can "Go Pink" and other ways to show your support.

Now if you are a woman or have women in your life that you love - go encourage to them to do their monthly breast examination! The Boobiethon folks will be cheering for you and so will I.

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Monday, September 14, 2009

Blogger ADHD & stuff to whine about

Oooo, I wonder what's down this trail???


I've decided I have a form of ADHD known as Blogger ADHD. This is because too often I sit down with the intention of writing on my blog and get distracted. I'll pull up my blog site and see my list of blogs I like to follow and think, "Oh, I should see what So and So has to say today and click on her blog." On her site she'll have something else interesting linked to another site. So I click there. This will lead me even further astray and before I know it I've gone from sitting down to write about my daughter leaving for college to reading about how successful someone else has been at creating a home-based business and is known internationally and is so in demand that she had to hire a personal assistant. Now I am thoroughly depressed and my time has run out and I have to go do something everyday and mundane like pick-up my kids from school because I don't have a personal assistant to do that while I am busy being terribly successful running my internet-based-blog business.

Mom's School Bus.

Okay, truthfully, I really don't want anyone else picking up my kids from school. I still have two at home who haven't abandoned me for college. That's why I work two part-time jobs and try to arrange my schedule so that I CAN be available before & after school and go to volleyball games and piano recitals and dental appointments and fun stuff like that. Well, not that the dental appointments are fun, but you get the picture.

And sometimes I have deep profound thoughts that I would like to share, but my Blogger ADHD kicks in when I try to type them up, too. We just had an amazing experience in Cheyenne this weekend at the God of this City conference. But you probably won't hear about it from me because as I sat down to write about it I started whining about what a hard time blogging has been for me.

I think Blogger ADHD could be related to Journaling ADHD. For years I've been encouraged to journal by teachers, friends, and others. And that has not been a terribly successful venture for me, either. And in the meantime all these terrific thoughts and experiences go streaming through my mind and out into the oblivion that is my increasingly jumbled & inaccurate memory. (No comments about age, please....)

I choose to blame Blogger/Journaling ADHD for my inability to put fingers to keyboard (my modern version of putting pen to paper - rather clever don't you think?). It certainly could not be the product of an overly busy life or lack of discipline or focus, because then I might actually be able to do something about it and that would put responsibility back on my shoulders and I just want my problems to be someone/something else's fault. It's so much easier that way.

Okay - just had to get that off my chest. It remains to be seen if God chooses to help me heal my Blogger ADHD or not. Because, yes, this rant is a cry out to the only One who can truly help me change myself. I'm a bit scared that it might be similar to praying for patience. If you've ever done that then you know why I am nervous!!

I'll do my best to keep you updated - right after I check out this other blog.....

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Thursday, August 6, 2009

15 Books

Here are the rules: Don't take too long to think about it. Fifteen books you've read that will always stick with you. They don't have to be the greatest books you've ever read, just the ones that stick with you. First fifteen you can recall in no more than 15 minutes. Copy these instructions and tag 15 ( or more) friends, including me - because I'm interested in seeing what books are in your head.


1. Bible

2. Little Women

3. Calm My Anxious Heart

4. The Jesus I Never Knew

5. 3 Simple Rules

6. Farhenheit 451

7. Lord of the Rings Series

8. Narnia Series

9. Harry Potter - All of them

10. Deryni Rising

11. Velvet Elvis

12. Eldest

13. Beka Cooper

14. The Case for Christ

15. A Generous Orthodoxy

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Friday, July 24, 2009

20 year Update

****20 YEARS AGO (1989)*****

1) How old were you? 21

2) Who were you dating? Married for 1 year to Terry

3) Where did you work? Part-time: Washakie Cafeteria Full-time: Student at University of Wyoming

4) Where did you live? Laramie, WY

5) Where did you hang out? Home

6) Did you wear contacts or glasses? Contacts during the day, glasses when I first got up in the morning. (Still do that!)

7) Who were your best friends? Jeanette & Michele

8) How many tattoos did you have? 0

9) How many piercings did you have? 2 holes in each ear

10) What kind of car did you drive? Dodge Colt

11) Had you been to a real party? Yes

12) Had your heart broken? YES

13) Were you single/taken/married/divorced? Married

14) Any kids? No

****15 YEARS AGO (1994)****

1) How old were you? 26

2) Who were you dating? Still Married to Terry

3) Where did you work? Natrona County Circuit Court

4) Where did you live? Casper, WY

5) Where did you hang out? Home

6) Did you wear contacts and/or glasses? Contacts during the day, glasses when I first got up in the morning. (Still do that!)

7) Who were your closest friends? Jeanette

8) How many tattoos did you have? None

9) How many piercings did you have? Still 2 holes in ears

10) What kind of car did you drive? Dodge Colt

11) Had you been to a real party? Do kids' birthday parties count?

12) Had you had your heart broken? Not over romance, but other life events

13) Were you Single/Taken/Married/Divorced? Still Married

14) Any Kids? 1

***10 YEARS AGO (1999)***

1) How old were you? 31

2) Who were you dating? Still Married to Terry

3) Where did you work? Trinity Lutheran Preschool

4) Where did you live? Roselle, IL

5) Where did you hang out? Home

7) Who were your best friends? Jeanette

8) How many tattoos did you have? None

9) How many piercings did you have? Same 2 holes in ears

10) What kind of car did you drive? Hyundai Elantra

11) Had your heart broken? Life - ya know

12) Were you Single/Taken/Married/Divorced? Still Married

13 Any Kids? 2 kids

***5 YEARS AGO (2004)***

1) How old were you? 36

2) Who were you dating? Still Married

3) Where did you work? Fitzgerald Law Firm

4) Where did you live? Cheyenne, WY

5) Where did you hang out? Home

7) Who were your best friends? Jeanette, Rhonda, Tobi

8) How many tattoos did you have? None

9) How many piercings did you have? Still 2 in each ear

10) What kind of car did you drive? Dodge Grand Caravan

11) Had your heart broken? Just life

12) Were you Single/Taken/Married/Divorced? Still Married

13 Any Kids? 3

****TODAY (2009)****

1) How old are you? 41

2) Where do you work? Fitzgerald Law Firm

3) Where did you live? Cheyenne, WY

4) Do you still keep in touch with your old friends? Oh, yes, even reconnected with some others through FB! Jeanette - always, Michele-one of the few good things about high school!, Rhonda & Tobi - amazing sisters God sent me, Carla-a long distance friend for decades, some things time just can't erase.

5) How many tattoos did you have? 0

6) How many piercings did you have? Still same 2 in each ear

7) What kind of car do you drive? Dodge Grand Caravan

8) Were you Single/Taken/Married/Divorced? still married!

9) Any Kids? 3

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Monday, July 20, 2009

Introducing my 1st Guest Blogger - Cody Sanford


Cody is my oldest daughter. She just graduated from high school where one of her main activities was participating in Speech and Debate. This last year she qualified for the National Speech & Debate competitions in Oratory and CX. You debate types will know CX stands for cross-examination. If you still don't know what type of debate that is then you'd better Google it. I just know that she and her CX partner did well and were fun to watch in meets. You see, my daughter is extremely talented and smart and gifted. And, I, her mother, am not. I'm okay with that, though. I thoroughly enjoy being the proud mom even while secretly wondering if this amazing creature who calls me Mom was somehow switched at birth. On the off chance that she really is mine I say a prayer of thanks every day that God brought her into my life. I know that it is only through His intervention that she has turned out as amazingly well as she has.

So, enough gushing over my baby. Let's get to the point of this post. I asked Cody if she would be willing to let me post her Oratory speech on my blog - because it is wonderful!! And, you don't have to just take MY very biased word for it. Obviously it must have held some merit for others or she wouldn't have qualified for Nationals with it. Of course, it would be much better if you could actually watch her present it in person, but I never got a video tape and she probably wouldn't have let me post one if I did.

So, now, please enjoy this guest post from my daughter, Cody Sanford. (You may hold your applause until the end.)
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Cody Sanford
Cheyenne East High School
Original Oratory
April 27, 2009

Beyond the Box

When I was in first grade, I remember recess as being a very sacred block of time, and I always used that time very wisely doing the same things. Slides first, then monkey bars, and then swings. It was a routine that was not allowed to be changed, however that spring they put in a new piece of equipment - A balance beam, with little rings to hold onto as you went across. And I was fascinated by them because they were new and AWESOME. I was scared, but I put my foot down, and went for it. The first thing I did: fall off and scrape my knee. But I was proud of that scar because it proved that I went for it, and the next morning I fought with my mom that I could not wear tights and a skirt because I needed to show it to my friends.

As I begin to grow older, I can see that so many of us are becoming so entrenched in our daily lives that we’re losing that sense of wonder in new things, and in reality that means a sense of the world beyond just ourselves. We can see the world that we live in, but how many of us have an idea about the world beyond? What would happen if we were to look at that world? Marshall McLuhan once said, “Once you can see the boundaries of your environment, they are no longer the boundaries of your environment.” Once you’re willing to put one foot forward toward trying something new, it then becomes a part of you, and your limits are pushed that much further. So, we need to push the envelope. First, we need to consider our boundaries today and what we lose by never looking beyond them, then we’ll look at the possibilities of the world beyond, and finally we’ll discover some of the ways to get there. But what if you’re saying to yourself, “I like the world I’m in? What if I don’t want to change?”

The truth is there’s nothing wrong with being happy with the way things are. It’s much better to be happy than not, but there’s always room to be curious. Too many of us spend too much time doing what we’re supposed to do, or expected to do, rather than what we’d actually like to be doing. We’re given a simple list of instructions: graduate high school, go to college, get a job, work. Now, that’s not a bad plan, if you find something that you love to do, but according to a 2005 study conducted by the Conference Board less than half of Americans are satisfied with their jobs. The Mayo Clinic recognizes this trend and says that some of its causes could simply be that for many people work is boring or it doesn’t match their skills and interests.

That may seem decadent to say in a time of economic turmoil, when unemployment is climbing and we are being told that the few things that we understand could be crashing down around us. But out of the darkest of times bloom some of the greatest opportunities. But when you hit rock bottom, the only place you have to go is up - so make it a new direction that you control. If you never even try to find something new, what you have now is all you’re ever going to get.
When things seem difficult, it may seem easy to become apathetic and accept the mentality there’s nothing I can do about it. But our curiosities and our discovery are too important to allow that to happen. We’ve become resigned to the monotonous duties of things we have to do, rather than discussing our latest discoveries of what we’d like to do. This trend of apathy is eliminating our curiosity and stifling our innovation. Paul Takayanagi, a holistic gerontologist at the University of California, Berkeley, states that rather than suppressing our natural curiosity, we should be encouraging it.

After all, that’s the way we learn as children, is it not? To a 2-year-old, everything is fascinating and they are willing to explore EVERYTHING. They are willing to try new foods – like play-doh and dirt. They’re not afraid to explore new places – like the top of the fridge. (No seriously, that was my sister.)For some reason we grow out of that natural curiosity, but Mr. Takayanagi says if we were to inspire it, we can prevent dementia later on in life.

What happens when we look at the rest of the world? When I was in second grade, my teacher wouldn’t let us ask, “What if?” questions. She said it wasted too much time. But I don’t think I’ve ever disagreed with anything more. Now more than ever is the time to ask, “What if I want to try something new?” and the truth is you don’t know what will happen. But that’s what makes stepping out of your box worthwhile. Dr. Michael Ungar, a professor at Dalhousie University in Nova Scotia, says, “To grow, we need to experience challenges.” “By bubble-wrapping our lives, we may inadvertently be taking away opportunities to experience the building blocks of physiological growth” It’s scary to step out of your comfort zone, but for many of us, that’s what we need to do the most, because on the other side of that fear awaits opportunity.

Growing up, my parents always told me that if I encounter something new I need to give it a chance and try it at least once. If I don’t like it in the end, at least I know for sure. Many times, this was applied to food. My dad is an excellent cook, but an experimental one, and not everything ends up tasting great. But on the flip side, I’m glad that I’ve discovered that I have a very wide palate, and that it does not include cantaloupe, French toast, or Middle Eastern fermented milk. It’s a mentality that I’ve tried to carry with me to other areas, and last year when I had the opportunity to be an exchange student in Finland, I jumped at the chance. It was something new that would bring new things to try. However, as I was preparing for my trip I began to second guess myself. This is a place 9 time zones away, with a language I’ve never heard (much less know how to speak), and a completely different environment. “Why am I doing this?” But in the middle of this internal debate I got an e-mail from my host sister, Noora. We began to write back and forth (always in English – she at least knows some English as opposed to my Finnish) and before I’d even met her, I was able to realize that Noora may come from a different place, but deep down she’s a teenage girl too. We had similar tastes in music, did similar activities, and shared a passionate distaste for cantaloupe. Just talking to her helped me to overcome my fear and realize that people are people no matter where I would go.

Dr, Ungar says that this is the approach we need to take when we encounter something new. He says, “The best learning happens just beyond our comfort zone.” To psychologists, this is “the zone of proximal development.” Research has shown that those who enter that zone are more likely to feel accepted, responsible, trustworthy, and capable. I know I won’t forget the sinking pit in my stomach, when Noora had me try black sausage dipped in jelly – a local delicacy. However in hindsight I can say that I’m thankful that I’ve tried it, and in the future I will be able to say with confidence and with good reason, “Ei, kiitos.” No thank you in Finnish.

Beyond the social benefits of stepping outside your box, neuroscientists have proven that it is a fun thing to do. New, challenging, and risky activities release dopamine – a feel-good neurotransmitter. In addition to the initial dopamine release, the Journal National Academy of Sciences reported in 2005 that when you find and practice something that makes you happy, you have less of the stress hormone cortisol, a lower heart rate, and less of the blood clotting factor fibrinogen. Who would’ve known that our bodies are made to reward us for trying new things?
Whether people are happy or not with their cycle of their daily routine, they stick with it because it’s familiar. You don’t have to change the world to be happy, but open up by doing something new for yourself. Take a different route to school or work, order something new in your favorite restaurant, or do I dare say sleep on the other side of the bed. Why not? These little acts of everyday habit are what create our comfort zone, and by going beyond them, we expand our boundaries and open up more to the rest of the world.

Once you’ve allowed yourself to ask, “What if?” it’s time to move one step beyond that, and ask yourself “Why not?” The people that we celebrate in history are the people who were willing to leave their comfort zones and show the world something new. We live here today because the pilgrims risked everything they had to come to a new world – they said why not?, Ghandi and Martin Luther King Jr. could have stayed at home within their comfort zone, but chose to say why not? History does not reward apathy. It is only after great risk, that we achieve great reward.

Why not try something new? At worst it fails, you fall down and get a scratch – but then at least you have a story to share. We live in the country with some of the greatest opportunities for discovery in the world, but in order to take advantage of them, we need to lose our habit of apathy, reach out, and hold on.



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Thursday, July 9, 2009

Looking for a new lighted ceiling fan


Yes - we are looking for a new ceiling fan. Why, you might ask? The fact that we need a new one since the formally perfectly good one isn't perfectly good anymore is...my husband's fault. Yes, that's it. Well, it might be because I am not super-mom, which I knew, but evidently forgot for a brief insane moment.

Since my DH could be standing behind me with his arms crossed and a frown on his face - I don't actually want to turn around in case I'm right - I'd better tell the whole story.

It all started when my DH decided to have our oldest daughter clean the globes on a couple of the ceiling fan lights we have in our house. It is his mission to make sure that our children do not dither away their entire summer vacation in frivolous fun. It's true, just ask our daughters how overworked they've been since school got out. Anyway, with Dad's help, my oldest DD managed to get all the globes off of the dining room ceiling fan except one. You wouldn't think one small globe of a light fixture could cause so much trouble - but this one did. I came home from work to find the ceiling fan in this state - all globes but one in the sink to be washed. No one was around to explain why there was one globe left on the light and I didn't think to ask if there was a reason one globe was still attached. I don't know what I thought, but what I did was get up on the dining room table and proceed to attempt to remove said globe. I twisted, and twisted, and twisted - and it didn't come off. I tried another hold - it still didn't come off. I managed to get it partially off and hanging by a wire and it still wouldn't completely come off. At this point my oldest DD came up the stairs from the basement. She got a look of great concern on her face as she said, "Um, Mom, Dad said to leave that one alone because it is stuck and we'll end up breaking some of the wires if we're not careful." I experienced a feeling of somewhat great concern myself as I looked at the condition the fixture was in after my attempts to remove the globe. In my infinite wisdom I just screwed it back into place and hopped down off the table.

Later that evening I flipped the switch to turn on the light and was going about my business when I noticed that there was the smell of something burning. I started asking my three girls if they smelled anything and began searching for the source of the smell. To my horror I found it when I looked up at the ceiling fan I had so confidently thought I could fix earlier and saw smoke pouring from the middle of the fixture. Immediately I hit the off-switch and my oldest DD & I said together, "We need tape!!" Ah, she understands so much. She knew as I did that if we didn't tape over the switch one of us would walk by without thinking and try to flip the light on again. Visions of my house burning down around me flashed through my head quickly followed by visions of explaining to my husband why the light switch was taped over. It's so much nicer when he's the one who screwed up and I can choose to be benevolent. It's not so nice when I'm the one who has to humbly admit I messed up - again. Darn it.

So we are looking for a new ceiling fan which may take awhile to replace since our discretionary budget was a bit stretched with our oldest DD's highschool graduation and various summer activities. In the meantime, I told my DH we could enjoy candlelight dinners and drudged up an old floor fan to keep the air circulating in that part of our house.

So, you can see that if my DH hadn't felt he could leave well enough alone and just let the dratted globes be dusty we wouldn't be in this situation. It has nothing to do with the fact that I assumed too quickly and didn't bother to communicate with the people responsible for the project of cleaning the globes in the first place.

That's my story - and I'm sticking to it.

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Friday, June 26, 2009

And the world goes around....

Here I am again - motivated by grief to try to put into words what I'm feeling-and knowing I'm rather inadequate to the task. Yesterday my husband and I learned that a very dear friend of his had passed away quite unexpectedly. We are still in shock. Don was young - only 48 years old-yet that meant nothing when he suffered a heart attack on June 24th. He was a single father of a beautiful 15-year-old daughter. They seemed to be very close. I can only image the pain of her loss.

After time and distance had separated Don and Terry, they reconnected a couple of years ago through the internet. When I made the leap into the Facebook community he was the first friend to welcome me. After that he was a constant source of laughter as I'd read his updates and comments to other friends. It was evident he loved life, he loved God, he loved his daughter and he lived each day to it's fullest. As my husband and I clung to each other in grief I said it felt rather strange for me to be crying over someone I'd never met in person myself. Yet Don meant a lot to my very best friend. That gave him an initial IN with me. And Don came to mean a lot to me through the encouragement he shared on the internet. Terry and I had hoped to be able to travel to Texas to visit with Don and Laura in person - someday. Oh, how cliche, how said, that our someday is not meant to happen on this earth. I just know that Heaven has to be a brighter place now that Don is there.

In the midst of this I was thrown on the other end of the emotional roller-coaster by my very soon-to-be 5-year-old daughter. That afternoon we had gone to the store and picked out treats for her to take to her preschool class to celebrate her birthday. If you don't have any young children in your life to share joyful occasions with like turning 5-years-old, I recommend you go make friends with one right now. There was something indescribable in her joy in picking out the perfect treat. She chose "those blueberry cupcakes we make at home, Mommy." I had to think a few minutes before I translated that into being the blueberry muffins we like to make for breakfast. Okay - it is her party after all. The discussion on what to drink was interesting as well. I suggested taking Ginger Ale and some cherries to make Shirley Temples. She was instant on choosing pink lemonade and "green" lemonade. Now to me the liter bottle she pointing to looked liked it held yellow lemonade, but my very opinionated daughter was certain it was green. I have learned through the experience of raising three strong-minded daugthers that there are some arguments not worth pursuing. I managed to get through choosing plates and napkins without too much conflict, by pulling the "I'm the Mommy - we're getting these or not getting any-card." I had to make sure we had enough for 20 kids. If only our budget would allow for the more expensive packet of 8 plates (x3 to have enough for 20 kids) with Disney princesses.

The best scene was driving her to preschool this morning. She had insisted on having all the birthday paraphernalia placed on the seat next to her. The muffins traveled in a box on the floor at her feet. Half-way there I heard her excited voice say, "Look at me, Mommy!" Glancing in the rear-review mirror I had to smile. She was enthroned on her carseat and had piled all of the plates, napkins, and liters of lemonade onto her lap and was holding them with a huge grin on her face. "My friends are going to love my treats!!" I was so tickled at her joy in sharing with her classmates. It didn't matter that she wasn't receiving any presents at this party. This was her opportunity to give to her friends and her joy was contagious.

As I left her at school I said a quick prayer of thanks to God for the amazing gift that my daughter is in my life. And I said another prayer of thanks for the gift that Don had been-even if only for a short time. My life would be so much less with having experienced either one.

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