My life as a sitcom…new ways not to shower!

I thought having two guys that worked out and all their smelly work out clothes had pretty much indoctrinated me to the world of manly smells. Add on the experience of three pre-teens who thought showering was optional and I claimed to be a smell expert.  

Out of 2 daughters and  a son I was not surprised that the girls got the showering thing down faster than my son ( as in you need to do it every day not just once a week or when you clear a room with your smell)

So I was quite surprised to find that grown, well educated women had come up with a new way not to shower!

Yes you read that right. Grown women not showering.

But wait there’s more.

Not showering AFTER a workout and going on to work.   Boy do I feel sorry for their officemates

While I can’t reveal my source this is first hand info from a guy who wears his work out clothes until they practically beg to be washed and even he is grossed out by the no showering thing.

Here is the deal.  These women workout on the treadmill, or eliptical or bike.

They place industrial size fans in front of the equipment.

My gym does not have these so I guess if you are going to do this you have to pick the gym by the size of their fans.

They work out and presumably sweat just like the rest of us .  The fans however are running at full speed and make it seem like they don’t sweat and I guess they still feel fresh and clean after their workout because ….

THEY DO NOT SHOWER AFTERWARDS!

What????  I really didn’t believe this at first so I had it verified by several people.

I even wondered if the fans were to alleviate hot flashes but no..and even if they were to relieve those short bursts of personal summers, a shower would still be needed.

Is this a new form of multi tasking?  Have we gotten so busy that we have reverted to the hygiene ( or should that be hijinks) of a 12 year old boy?

Honestly if my son had thought of this when he was twelve I would have laughed and given him credit for being inventive as I hurried his smelly bod into the shower.

The guys hate the fans.  Let’s face it, guys sweat way more than most women so when the fans are on presumably keeping the gals fresh enough for the rest of the day, the guys are freezing their buns off.

One guy tried to turn the fans off and all hell broke loose and bit by bit the no showering thing was revealed.

Pretty soon all gyms will have to add to their list of rules posted in the gym.  You know the ones:

  • No spitting
  • No swearing
  • Wipe off the equipment when you are finished
  • Limit your workout to 30 minutes when people are waiting

AND

The fans DO NOT REPLACE taking a shower!

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Of all the strides women have made in the workforce I don’t think smelling like a guy at the office was ever on the list.

I just can’t make this stuff up.  It reminds me of the Seinfeld episode where Kramer thought it was okay to shower AND rinse his produce ( lettuce etc) at the same time.

EWWWWW

We are women hear us roar smell us coming.

OMG  I think I just gave that reality show “Here Comes Honey Boo Boo” an idea.

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Auto correct, spell check and still the typos continue..enjoy all of mine :)

A dear friend of mine, Sherra has a wonderful weekly blog post called  Typo Tuesday at her website:

Sherralifelesson.com

She has an eye for typos and most are fall down on the floor funny.

My latest favorite was found on a restaurant menu that stated:

Pan fried Tilapia served over oven roasted tomato sauce on a bed of anger hair pasta.

Sherra had an actual photo of the menu listing  to prove she isn’t making these things up.  She has hooked all of us who read her blog into looking for these funny mistakes so she can put them in her posts.

I love and I hate Typo Tuesday.  I love it because it makes me laugh.  I hate dislike it intensely because Sherra makes us look for the typos ourselves and sometimes I can’t find them.

Arghhhhh   When I can’t find them I am reminded how VERY often I have  proof read a blog post only to find I posted it with  a glaring typo.

Sherra has a wonderful sense of humor and even busts herself when she finds she has  committed the heinous crime of a typo.

Her generosity and self deprecation allows me to forgive myself when I am so very human and OMG have a typo or grammatical error in my posts.

For some people, however, typos are like nails on a chalkboard.  If they don’t point them out they start to sweat, twitch and perhaps convulse.  Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate it when someone finds a mistake and I can correct it.

BUT ( you saw that coming)  please, please, please FIRST find something nice to say about the content, even if it’s

“Gosh I love the font you used!”   🙂

I can guarantee if  anyone gives you something to read for feedback ( child or adult) they want you to read it for content  FIRST!

There are certain people I will never again share first drafts with because they made me feel like they were dying to take a red pen and mark all over it with glee.

I LOVE how Michael Port, author of  “Book Yourself Solid” ends his e-mails:

P.S. I don’t charge for typos, they are my gift to you.

I may have to shamelessly steal that line.

I heard someone recently say they won’t share anything that has a typo in it but they bent the rule and shared something with a glaring typo because the content was soo good.

I guess the editors and publishers of these authors  (well known to be awful at spelling)  thought the same way!  The content was just too good!

  • William Faulkner
  • Ernest Hemingway
  • F. Scott Fitzgerald
  • Jane Austen

Oh and for those of you who also pick up on grammatical errors  I share the following funny:comic rewrite contest 1

Bottom line?  Enjoy the posts, laugh, send me corrections but please first tell me you love my font choice!

See me tri to catch those typos!!

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Look what the younger crowd has done to me…

It was bound to happen.  Hanging with the younger crowd has led to me to say something that even has me shaking my head.

I have had the good fortune for most of my life to have little ones around.  As a nurse I have been blessed to witness quite a few babies take their first breaths.  I am an expert at quick diaper changes and swaddling!

When my kids got older I had  a niece and nephew come along to keep me in step with the toddler crowd.

Just as they started getting bigger we started having grandchildren.  We had one a year for five years.  Our youngest grandson , Tristun evened things out last December making it 3 boys and 3 girls.

So it had to happen.  My brain got stuck in toddler mode.

Paul and I went to the movies on Sat.  It was a rainy day and the theater was crowded so we rushed to find seats.  Not wanting to have the movie interrupted by the call of nature  I left Paul to save our seats and made the customary before movie pit stop.

After I returned I settled into my seat, turned to Paul and said …

” Don’t you have to go potty”?

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I realized what I said as soon as I said it , gasped and then burst out laughing.  Paul wasn’t so amused.  He was grateful I had used my “inside voice” and not announced it to the whole theater.

I think I need to start hanging out with an older crowd.

Too bad “Everybody Loves Raymond” isn’t still in production.  I am sure they could have made a whole show out of this one.

Reality shows are never as good as real life.    Feel free to share those funny moments in your life so I know I am not alone!

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My T-shirt has a best friend..who knew?

I was recently in one of my favorite stores.  In my group of friends we refer to it by its little known french name  Tarjay…you may know it as Target.    A couple of my friends refer to it as the “hundred dollar store” since that is what their bill always seems to be.

I must be getting rusty since one of my recent outings there was just one dollar!

So I was ambling down the aisle the other day and much to my surprise I discovered that my t-shirt has a best friend.

Really?  Does this mean I have to arrange play dates?

Turns out I was in for about 15 minutes of entertainment.  What can I say, I am easily amused.

Where was I you ask?

I made the mistake of thinking I could just whip into the “lingerie aisle”, pick up a couple of bras in my size and be on my merry way.

NOT

Yes, true confessions.  I buy my bras at Target but maybe for not much longer.

Bra shopping in and of itself can be maddening.  Once you find one you like and fits you well you had better buy all you can afford because the evil bra makers will discontinue it if they find out it is well liked.  I don’t understand their logic but that is what seems to happen to me and lots of other women.

So this is the first sign I see that led to believe there is whole new world of bra relationships out there!Tshirts best friendNot just my t-shirts BFF but her NEW BFF!  Wow…what have I been missing here..there is a party in my closet that I was NOT invited to!

Of course no relationship would be complete without that helpful bra!Helpful bra!

Lift me and I’ll return the favor!

Gives new meaning to the phrase  “tit for tat”

This was getting good.  Who knew this would be so entertaining.

Turns out there is one that gives away the secret to SMOOTH success!Secret to smooth success

And its beyond bare. Funny I thought beyond bare was just plain naked.

This next one has it all wrong.Genie bra what all women wish forI got news for the Genie bra..this is not what all women wish for. Last  time I checked most women wanted a cleaning lady, a nap and dinner ready when they got home.  Maybe that has changed since the bestseller “The 50 Shades of Grey ” has come out.  I’ll let you know after I read it. Who wants to lend it to me?

On top of everything else now our bras need to be accessorized.   Give them a BFF and they become high maintenance.

bra accessoirs$24.99 to accessorize my bra?  Not happening  here no matter what her BFF  says.

And this one doesn’t want to confused with anything techy..so instead of wireless its

Wirelesswire free and not short on self -esteem since it deemed itself  “simply perfect”

And of  course we have to have the “Snooky” in this group of  bra friends.2 times sexy  adds 2 cups

mmmm..no thanks.

Last but not least we have the over achieving bra.self expressions full support stays up all day heaven sent of your dreamsIt is the bra of your dreams, stays up ALL day and I would guess the night as well, it self expresses and is heaven sent.

WOW!

I did end up finding two bras, not sure if they are becoming my t-shirts new BFF.  I’ll let you know.  In the meantime I have to check out this new store that actually gives its bras names like Hannah, Misty and Suzi.

I can just see it now.

“What a pretty name, were you named after a relative?   “No  I was named after Mommy’s favorite bra!

Gotta run…I hear a party going on in my closet!

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Never had a mug shot before but I do now !

This past January I had to renew my driver’s license.  Last time was easy.  I did it all through the mail.  This time I had to actually go to the DMV, sit forever, pay my money, have my photo taken and finally get my new driver’s license .

Well I sort of got my new drivers license.  They gave me this 81/2 by 11 piece of paper to carry with my expired license until the new one arrived ..drum roll…in the mail!  WHAT??   Took me exactly 5 minutes to misplace that piece of paper.

One good thing though, I drove the speed limit until my new license arrived since I had no proof I really had a valid license.

I could just picture it.  The cop stops me and asks for my license.  I give it to him and try to explain the new one is in the mail.  Yeah, right.   I have never been stopped for speeding but I felt like my car had a big old red target on it screaming”Stop her, stop her”

I hate my new driver’s license.  I hate the photo in particular which makes me want to hide my license from everyone.

Virginia unfortunately issued driver’s license to many of the terrorists involved in 911, so there are new security measures in place before you can get a license.

You have to jump weight loss through many many hoops.  This is not bad, just annoying.  I only had to jump through a few because I had a valid license.  BUT if I had waited and let it expire it would have been horrendous which is why I found myself enduring the endless wait the day BEFORE my license expired.

Yes I have a little problem with procrastination plus I was mad that I couldn’t do it through the mail like last time.

So one of the new measures taken for security purposes is to take the photo in black and white, no hats, scarves or anything on your head and NO SMILING.

I didn’t have a previous mug shot but I sure have one now.

I have heard this makes you easier to recognize.  Really?  I think it makes me look dead with my eyes open.  I showed it to a few people and they said it doesn’t even look like me.

My point exactly.

I now use my military id if someone needs to see one.  The photo is also in black and white and not much better but its smaller and fuzzier and less embarrassing.

So if you ever wondered what your mug shot would look like, feel free to come get a license here in Virginia.

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My life as a sitcom part 2!

My hubby has the dubious honor of spending a few nights a week with my parents. It works out well for all of us. He has a homey place to stay while away, my parents enjoy his company and my siblings and I appreciate the weekly check-in on the folks.

It is also the source of much humor.

Disclaimer:  anyone reading this who knows or comes in contact with my parents..Keep the secret..teehee..siblings and cousins this means YOU!

Before I begin let me lower the “cone of silence” with a tip of the hat to that 60’s sitcom “Get Smart” and assume you all can keep a secret, especially those of you who actually know my parents.
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Last night Paul walked into my parents home and the scene went something like this:

Mom…guess what Paul? I have news! We are now part of the Neilson family.
Paul scratches his head and thinks to himself..who are the Neilsons? Do I know these people?

Mom: Look, we have a box attached to each TV and every time we watch we have to click this remote ( oh man, just what my parents need, another remote) and it tells the Neilsons what we watch.

Paul is still scratching his head when Dad enters stage left. “Yes Paul..I am viewer #1, Betty is viewer #2 and you are viewer #3”
Does this remind anyone of Dr. Seuss.. Thing 1 and Thing2 ?

Thing one and two

More puzzled looks from Paul since he watches whatever they are watching and endures the maximum volume possible allowed to boot.

Paul…”well how did this happen?”

Mom “we were SELECTED”     This was said with great pride.

Okay..well do they compensate you for it?

Dad “why yes we got a Cherry Pie” mmm “Oh and a small stipend” Evidently the stipend is super top secret because he would not say how much.

Mom..”Yes..they were here for five hours installing everything”

What a good deal for those guys. I am sure Mom fed them and maybe even sent them home with food. They did have to endure anti inflammatories Dad’s jokes since he had a new audience and try and install this stuff on my folks antiquated televisions. They earned their wages for sure that day.

Paul was patient as Dad explained the whole process to him. He couldn’t help but ask, so what happens if I watch TV with logging in?

Does a death ray emit from the TV?

Dad didn’t miss a beat ( but did miss the humor) “Well I don’t know about that but you MUST log in everytime”

mmm, maybe there is a death ray or at least an electric shock, who knows.

Early the next morning Paul procured a plastic container and lid from my mothers collection of at least 1,000. She never met a plastic container she couldn’t keep. He got the cherry pie out of the frig to take a piece for lunch and there on top of the pie was a note in Dads handwriting.

I forgot to tell you…keep the Neilson stuff a secret..mum’s the word!

Kudos to Dad for putting it on the cherry pie. Paul never met one he couldn’t resist.

I could have saved the “Neilson family” alot of time and trouble. Here are the shows Mom and Dad watch: Anything with a talking head or pundit ( with election season there are just too many to list) NCIS ( Mom’s fav) PBS and the history channel.

If they hadn’t canned  “As the World Turns” that would be on the list as well.

Oh and so much for demographics. I guess advertisers really want to know what the octogenarians are watching these days.

Now remember its a secret. Perhaps Mom is thinking if they excel at this the Neilson family will invite them for dinner or maybe she’s afraid there really is a death ray. Oh my.

I’ll bet if we all got together and traded parent stories we could make a fare wage at the networks as “Idea” people.

I am hoping none of my kids start to blog about us.

You know what they say about paybacks 🙂

Keep laughing,

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Glenda the Good Witch was right….

glenda the good witchWe all know Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz.  Glenda the Good Witch told her to “follow the yellow brick road” which Dorothy did for the most part with a few detours along the way.  After surviving the wicked witch , the flying monkeys and picking up a few hitchhikers along the way ( the know it all, the drama queen, and the emotional one) she finally made it to Oz.

And then, after all that, Glenda the Good Witch informed her she had the power all along to go home again.  I often wonder if they edited out the part where Dorothy says:

“That would have been good info to have BEFORE the flying monkeys!!”

Glenda the Good Witch was right of course.  We all have the power and wisdom within us to do what we know to be the “best” thing for us.

In the spirit of true confessions I will admit that I have often disregarded my inner wisdom because what it was telling me to do was not popular, in style or often done.   I will also confess that most of those decisions weren’t my best.

The best decisions came from my Gut, that all knowing place that told me it was what was best for me.

One of those was marrying my husband despite the fact that during our dating  relationship we had not spent more than 4 consecutive days together in our less than 2 years of dating.   Three children, 5 grandchildren and 32 years later I am so glad I trusted my Gut !

If you have read this far you are probably wondering what this has to do with triathlons, marathons or life in general.

By the way..notice this falling on Monday so it IS a Monday Marathon post.

The good news is I am officially registered for the Marine Corps Marathon!  Registration opened at noon on Feb 23rd and I was registered by 12:05.  Good thing too because the race filled in record time.

The trusting my Gut part comes as I train for my first marathon.  I have done 5ks, 8ks, 10ks and 2 half marathons so training for a race is not unfamiliar territory.  Yet this one is different.  My Gut tells me there is no wiggle room in the training, no cliffs notes, no all nighters, no cramming the training in a ridiculous short amount of time.

And my Gut is right.  My inner procrastinator must take a permanent hike, never to be seen again ( at least in regards to my running)

My Gut is also telling me to train smart and run smart.  Enter a gem of a book I found called ” Marathoning for Mortals”.  Unlike most running books it is written with humor, honesty and real life examples of  what not to do.

I have been run/walking in my training so far.  Running 3 minutes, walking 1 minute, repeat.  A good way to get back into it after several setbacks this fall and winter.   My original plan was to progress towards all running.  Maybe not.

The “MM” book has 4 training plans and one is the run/walk for marathons.  Really???  I mean really??

Can I get past the “shoulds” or what people will think if I run/walk this marathon?   No decisions yet..possibilities , options but no final decisions.  Still having conversations with my Gut and my body, which sometimes says “enough already”!

Where is Glenda when you need her?  Oh and does anyone know where I can get a pair of ruby running shoes??   Stay tuned!

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Multi task and you may end up taking a public bath!! or worse

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Mulit tasking seems to have become an art form despite all the studies that say our brains really can’t perform several functions at the same time.   Let me rephrase that.  Our brains can’t handle doing several tasks at the same time and do them well.

Still we try.  All of our electronic gear makes us think we can do it all without cloning ourselves.

We can walk and text…NOT as evidenced by the video below.
Woman falls in fountain while texting

I’m glad she wasn’t outside where she could have fallen into a  ditch, walked into oncoming traffic or gotten hit by a car.

Her cell phone took a bath ( not good)  and she was embarrassed ( survivable) and this video has pretty much gone viral so she will never live it down.  On the plus side she gave us all a good laugh.

Speaker phone is another mulit tasker tool..useful when on perpetual hold..not so useful by lazy people who refuse to hold the phone to their ear and then FORGET to tell you that you are on speaker phone and then EVERYONE hears things they are not suppose to hear.  Not to mention you can hear the person you are talking to doing everything BUT listening to the conversation.

So how does this relate to Marathon Monday ( once again falling on a Wed)??

Quite frequently I take my dog to the very end of a street near our home.  There are several vacant lots so its a good place to play.  Since its the very end of the street no one comes down there unless they live there or are lost so there is very little traffic.

So Max and I are playing and I see a woman out for a run heading towards us.  We are blatantly visible.  By the way, Max is a pretty good size golden retriever..a little hard to miss.  She had her headphones on and was NOT paying attention.  Max , of course, as all goldens do was absolutely certain that this person would be more than happy to pet him, pay attention to him etc.

Goldens operate on the toddler rule  “Its all about me, no matter what, if you came to see Jenn, you really online pharmacy came to see me”.

I was about a  second too late from grabbing his collar to keep him from running up to this gal.

He conveniently became deaf to the “come” command.

She screamed..turns out she is afraid of dogs. She yelled this to me as  I grabbed Max..  she continued to the end of the street (not too far) back up the road and on her merry way.   I felt horrible the rest of the day.  I should have had him on his leash, how stupid of me and a few other choice phrases, until I had a realization.

She wasn’t paying attention.  She KNEW she was afraid of dogs.  We were visible and yet she kept running towards us because she was not paying attention, had her music up so loud I could hear it clearly and she was totally zoned out much like the woman texting .

Yes I am partly to blame  HOWEVER as a female runner I have a few  AWARENESS rules ( awareness=common sense)

  • When running alone, no matter what time of day…BE AWARE OF YOUR SURRONDINGS.…duh!
  • Sometimes I run with my Ipod but I am still AWARE OF MY SURROUNDINGS ( volume down low or only one ear bud in)
  • If you are afraid of dogs, cats, deer, construction workers, snakes, clowns..whatever…be AWARE and don’t keep running towards them if you see them ahead.  Duh again!
  • Know your route.  I don’t care if its the safest neighborhood around, don’t run in isolated areas.

Next time you are trying to do several things at once step back and check in with yourself

  • Are you being fully present with what’s important?
  • Are you aware of your surroundings and the people around you?
  • Are you doing any of  these tasks well?

If the answer is no to any of these then slow down and do 1 thing at a time ( what a concept)

Or keep multi tasking and watch yourself fall into a hole while running or into a fountain while texting..I’ll be the one LMAO nearby.

By the way.. I am allowed 1 or 2 cranky blogs a year..  Guess this counts for one!

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Marathon Wed???If only my training could be like studying for a final exam…

So its Marathon Monday on a Tuesday , Wednesday.  Don’t say I didn’t warn you that some of these would be late.  Hey life happens and around here it seems to be happening in many dimensions.

Perhaps that’s why today is one of those days  when I wish training for an athletic event WAS like studying for a final exam.

Let’s be clear here , I am NOT talking about the way “normal” people study for a final exam.

I am talking about the good intentions of keeping up with the reading, doing everything on time, having that date in your calendar three months ahead of time and then procrastinating until you pull an all nighter  studying, and can barely keep you eyes open for the actual  exam.

Obviously I grasped the concept of a run on sentence from English 101.

Oh and I forgot to add you get a semi decent grade out of it after all. ( Most of the time)

Somehow that doesn’t cut it when training for a race.  You can procrastinate all you want but pulling an all nighter won’t help a bit.   And you won’t get a decent or even a semi decent race time.  What you will get ( if you decide to participate) is sore muscles, a possible injury and lots of self loathing.  I mean a LOT of self loathing.

So to borrow from Oprah this is what I know for sure:

  • The weather is unpredictable and I had better work around it since I don’t live where its 65-70 degrees everyday, sunny with no humidity.
  • *&#$@ happens.   I mean life happens…and it happens around here alot so get used to it and work around it
  • Treadmills are boring but better than nothing
  • Training plans should be simple and straight forward..the  rest go in the circular file
  • Everyone has the “best” training plan    NOT
  • cute workout clothes motivate me

Okay even I will admit that last one sounded a bit shallow and non athletic antibiotics sounding.   I am not a fashionista.  As a matter of fact a quick look at my closet will tell you I have more work out clothes than anything else.  And most of them are cute.  Actually I am just happy if I color coordinate..hey whatever works to get me out the door.

One more thing I know for sure.  Guys do NOT care in the least what they wear to workout in. AND they don’t care how it smells.  They might care about the right kind of shoes but that’s about it.  I speak from experience on this one.

My husband must own 1000 t-shirts.  He will wear ONE until it falls apart.  At this rate he will have to live a long time to wear out all his t-shirts .  He shocked me the other day by wearing what appeared to be a new one.  It was new in the sense that it had never been worn but its logo gave it away.  Army 10-miler  1995.  Yes a 15 year old “NEW”  t-shirt.

A couple of days ago he called all stressed out.  Someone had stolen his running clothes.  His dirty, smelly already worn a couple of times running clothes.  I asked him if he had seen anyone in a hazmat suit carrying a package at arms length? Find that person and he will have found his clothes.  Either someone at his office gym had no sense of smell or some woman walked by, got a whiff and in an act of bravery threw them out.   Darn the bad luck!

So since the fine art of putting it off will NOT work  I got on the treadmill today and will again tomorrow and the next until the weather allows me outside.

If you see me at the gym stop and say something motivating…oh and notice my cute workout clothes!

The ancestor of Red Bull...I remember it well!

The ancestor of Red Bull...I remember it well!

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Marathon Monday : If life is a marathon I desperately need a rest stop.

Welcome to my Marathon Monday Posts.  Happy Monday.   While I am not officially registered for the Marine Corps Marathon I am already committed to it so starting today and every Monday until the marathon and possibly beyond that you will be seeing my “Monday Marathon ” posts.

These won’t always be about the actual marathon.   And they might not always make it here on a Monday.  Every Monday’s post will be a surprise, even to me!  Whatever pops up about the marathon or life in general is fair game.

If life is a marathon I  AM in desperate need of a rest  stop.  The vision of  that is so appealing.  I am working, working , working, cleaning up, cleaning out, cooking, running errands, my mind is going in a thousand different directions, phone calls, e-mails, paying bills, crossing off my things on my to-do list, adding things on my to-do list, adding things I have already done just so I can cross them off and then as I round the corner in my house…a rest stop.  Everything fades away and someone offers me a drink of water, an energy bar,  there is a place to sit and put my feet up, it is quiet, my breathing slows, my mind empties…a candle is lit.

Sounds great .  I was all ready to write about how this rest stop bit could be one of my New Years Resolutions but since its Jan 3rd that might be a problem.  I am already 3 days behind.  MMMM…not really, at least not for me.  My New Year always starts on the 4th of Jan.  Really..it truly is the start of a new year for me because ITS MY BIRTHDAY!!!

Feel free to send birthday wishes tomorrow…I will not grow old before my time so wait until tomorrow.

Today,however is my grandaughter, Summer’s  5th birthday.  She was my gift, a day early in 2006.  Best gift I ever got!!

I realized as I prepared for the holidays that I really do need to find a rest stop somewhere in my busy days.  I did take a day off after Christmas, stayed in my pajamas, read, lounged around, watched a movie.  You know what?  I discovered doing nothing is exhausting!  I enjoyed it however I have decided that if I kept that up I would be the living example of Newtons first law

“an object at rest stays at rest” ( thank-you Google!)

“Yup..there’s Mom.  She sat down one day and never got up.  Lately we’re having a hard time figuring out where she ends and the chair begins”

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Okay..not that much rest.  Balance would be a better word.  With a sprinkle of “simplify”, “fun”, and “serenity”

Sounds great.  My resolution for 2011 is balance.  Where do I start?  mmmm  my mind is wandering already.   Balance is a great word for 2011 but it is  not quite doing it for me.

If you know me then you know I am not a one word kinda gal.  That would be my dear hubby who is quiet anyway and with me around, well, he is down to one word here and there.

A phrase for 2011 would suit me better.  So here it is!

“Anticipation of quiet creativity”

This is my rest stop.  This is what is getting me out of bed in the morning.   Huh?  Let me explain.

  • Anticipation…looking forward to.
  • Quiet….slowing down, centering,balance
  • Creativity…anything that gets my juices going..writing, reading, baking, scrap-booking….music, walks with my dog.  even running. Running doesn’t “slow” me down but it does pace me with a comforting rhythm.

The anticipation of being creative enough to fit this into each day is incredibly energizing.

So there you have it.  I found my rest stop.  Its up to me to keep it fully stocked and always available.  It is my respite.

You can do it too.  Its free, its fun, its essential.  Take one right now and promise to take one, two or three everyday.

You are so worth it!

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