I need to sing this in church. Especially the part at the 3:24 minute mark. Soon.
Today, I’m specifically reminded that I’m blessed because God has revealed to me – not through my OWN trials – but through my empathy for others experiencing trials – how blessed I am to be alive, to be able to get out of bed every morning on my own, without assistance. How often I take that for granted.
I’m blessed because this OVERWHELMING awareness motivates me to STRIVE to be a good steward of this body God has blessed me with.
Today, I’m exercising because this sister in Christ can’t. (Click HERE to find out who I’m talking about)
Think you need a gym membership, the latest workout DVD, or some special equipment?
You need shoes.
Put on a comfortable pair of walking shoes. Then say to yourself: “Well, I’ve already got my shoes on, I might as well step outside.”
Then open your door and walk to your mailbox. The end of your driveway. To the parking lot of your apartment building.
Then, turn around, look toward your front door and say to yourself: “Well, I’m already out here, I might as well walk for a minute.
Tomorrow, do it all again, but walk for two minutes. Rinse and repeat, adding a minute every day until you get to 20. Pay attention to the world God has blessed us with. Feel the wind on your face, the sun on your (SPF protected) skin and thank God for your body and the blessing of being able to walk.
Micro-actions have cumulative effects. Walking builds stamina and strength, and paying attention to the miracles in the world around you can bring spiritual renewal through gratitude and praise.
And the endorphins don’t hurt, either.
12:45pm – There are days when I’m writing that I think I might be on to something. And then there are days like today when I think “there’s nothing new under the sun” and I’m just recycling words.
I think I need an endorphin.
and a mentor.
2:45pm – I abandoned the writing and had lunch with the Lord.
Then I cleaned the back porch.
Sitting down with the computer again, praying I’m not cleaning the house in an hour – because really, if I do that, I’m desperate.
5:59pm – My living room is clean now.
I’ve been seriously slacking on the exercise.
If you care about me at all, the next time you see me you will graciously tell me that . . .
my butt looks bigger and my arms would knock out a small child if I were to wave.
fragments: F250, toxic levels of NO!, lunchbox, photo that never dies, business distraction, thinking chair, strep, grilled cheese & the learning curve of a cat.
August 29, 2011
(FirstHusband was out of town and my car needed to go into the shop.)
“I’ll be driving the Ford F250 this week, but in addition to the water it needs to be fed every day, FirstHubs says it needs oil. I’ll be dragging a step ladder out to do that because there is NO WAY I can reach while standing on the ground.”
(didn’t drive the F250. Called dibs on FavoriteSon’s car instead. I can just see it, a Ford F250 with the hood up, next to an empty stepladder – and my legs hanging out of the engine because I fell in)
August 30, 2011
Dear Tuesday, August 30th: you have exceeded your daily limit of the word “no.”
Did some new hire computer training today – I LOVE it when I can show someone how to make their job easier and their work more efficient – at the SAME time! Ultimately, it helps to lower their stress level, increase their job satisfaction and build their confidence. And I LOVE it when I train someone who’s enthusiastic about learning!
August 31, 2011
I spy . . . a forgotten lunch box on the kitchen counter. dang it.
I was supposed to get a new driver’s license Tuesday morning.
Text from FirstHusband in Utah: “Any luck on the driver’s license front?”
Me: “you. are. a. nag.”
1stHubs: “I waited more than 24 hours after you said you would be there. Besides, I’m waiting on something. I’m bored.”
Me: “Had to get PinkGirl to school 45 minutes early because we only had one car. This photo will follow me for 10 years.”
1stHubs: “What? I’m confident your natural beauty will shine through. You are being too modest.”
pshhh. He IS bored.
Trying to write. I knew avoidance was imminent.
random word search on youtube: “business”
I’m confident there is an answer to this problem. Just haven’t figured it out yet. If only I had $199. What? I said I was avoiding. I just shifted from youtube to ebay. (click HERE for the Thinking Chair eBay auction)
September 1, 2011
FavoriteSon home from school today. His self-diagnosis? Strep. 11:30 appointment at the doctor to confirm.
FavoriteSon’s self-diagnosis is confirmed. He is “strep throat boy.” Now we try and prevent him from morphing into “CONTAGIOUS strep throat boy”
FavoriteSon: “Mom, will you make me a grilled cheese sandwich?”
Me: “It’s 9 o’clock at night. I bought you soup.”
FavSon: “You can’t eat soup without grilled cheese.”
Me: “yes you can. I’ve seen it done.”
FirstHusband, overhearing all this over the phone: “you don’t love your son enough to make him a grilled cheese sandwich?”
It’s a grilled cheese conspiracy.
10:21pm – I caved. he really is pitiful when he’s sick.
September 2, 2011 at 1:07pm
Bob the Cat is dumber than dirt. I must have thrown him (gently) off my desk 30 times in the last hour and a half. Trying to get some work done and he’s seriously throwing off my groove!
1:16pm – 31
1:17pm – 32
Once again this year, I’m NOT playing the facebook breast cancer awareness game.
I’m a buzz kill, a fun sucker, a stick in the mud…
The games have NOTHING to do with breast cancer. they are silly. non-sensical. seussical in nature.
and for those who are struggling with infertility, this year’s game seems just plain cruel.
Instead, I’m posting the DATE OF MY LAST MAMMOGRAM:
August 27, 2010
If you are a woman who has entered the age of mammograms, I’m encouraging YOU to post the date of YOUR last mammogram ANYPLACE YOU CAN – On your facebook page, in the comment of someone playing the game on their facebook page, on your blog or in the comment of someone discussing the facebook game on their blog.
If you are on facebook, I invite you to copy and paste this:
“I’m NOT playing the breast cancer awareness game. Instead, I’m posting the DATE OF MY LAST MAMMOGRAM: August 27, 2010 – and if you are a woman who has entered the age of mammograms, I’m encouraging YOU to post the date of YOUR last mammogram. COPY AND PASTE THIS (changing the date, of course) IF YOU WANT TO “PLAY” ALONG WITH ME.”
(In just looking up this date for myself I discovered I’m a few days overdue. Now THAT’s effective breast cancer awareness.)