September 29, 2011

All My Bags Are Packed, I'm Ready To Go!


Day 1: By the time you read this scheduled post we will have been on the road for seven hours, I will probably have already had two almost peed my pants, crying, begging TJ to pull over on the side of the highway experiences, and we'll be creeping in to our first overnight stop in Columbus, OH.

Day 2: Fact: The adult bladder, when full, is the size of a grapefruit. I'm pretty sure mine is the size of a kiwi. We're estimating at least 6 pee stops and a ten hour trip between Ohio and Memphis, TN where we will be spending Friday night.

Day 3: The only things I know about Memphis have been seen on The First 48, so hopefully we make it out alive to embark on the final 8 hours to our new home - Northlake, Texas!

I hope everyone has a fantastic weekend!!
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September 20, 2011

Ya Got Me Sweatin'

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September 11, 2011

Immediate Goosebumps.

I wasn't going to write today. 

I'm not good with my words when tragedy and mourning strike.

This morning I woke up just like every other day, knowing in the back of my mind, no, today was not just like every other day. Knowing that today is the "10 Year Anniversary", though I do not want to refer to it as such. To me, an anniversary is something to celebrate. 

Today, we do not celebrate. Today, we remember. 

When I walked into the gym this morning it was eerily quiet. Everyone seemed half there, all eyes focused on the TV's. I tried to move past the uncomfortable state, max out the volume of the music in my ears, and just stay focused.

The treadmills are conveniently lined facing sixteen flatscreens on the wall. Normally what gets me through my sprint series is a trashy re-run of Dance Moms, but today all sixteen television were flashing images and video clips of 9/11.

I couldn't help but compare todays news casts to those that are shown on New Years Eve. A countdown, if you will.

It made me sick.

The dense smoke, the business papers scattering about. The flashes of people jumping to their deaths, complete chaos in the streets, strangers embracing each other, children crying. The fear, the frustration, the unknown. All the feelings I felt back in 10th grade, only this time magnified, digested.

8:46:40.

I looked down at my right arm, to take my eyes away from the images in front of me.

Underneath the sweatbeads - immediate goosebumps

How could I be sweating and yet be freezing inside? It felt as though cold blood was running through my veins, and it took everything I had to stay strong and not burst into tears.  

Not because of the images, but for the families. The ones who wake up every day with a reminder of what happened, who don't need images from ten years ago to prompt a flood of emotion. Perhaps it's the empty side of the bed, or the empty chair at breakfast before the children go off to school. Every day, they remember.

Have you ever had a feeling envelop your entire body and you just knew - you grew up.

In light of the recent tragedies that have rocked everyone from the "hockey world" to the "real world", I've experienced many "coming of age" moments. Moments that have shifted my perspective, defined me.

Mommy isn't here to shield and sugarcoat tragedies anymore. I've been forced to lose a bit of my innocence and naiveness with each event that occurs; to find my place and purpose in this great big 'ole world and discover new truths about myself emotionally, spiritually and intellectually.

My life and the lives of my boys, my family and my friends is to be treasured, savored, lived and appreciated passionately, fully, and most importantly, not taken for granted.

..........

I've been trying to find a strong ending for this post but I've exhausted myself, so I will leave you words from my heart and a reminder:

Your life, and the lives of your family and friends, is to be treasured, savored, lived and appreciated passionately, fully, and most importantly, not taken for granted.

Today and Every Day:
Cling tight to your family, and thank God you have someone to love.

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September 8, 2011

How To Be Confident from 9 to 99

Amaze Yourself:

"I feel my prettiest when I'm doing gymnastics. I really like my arms and legs for being strong and helping me push myself up into handstands, perform on the balance beam, and finish my dance routines. I also like my heart because it's full of love."
Cece Poli, 9

Refuse To Be Invisible:

"Ten years ago I was working as a TV reporter when I got into a serious car accident. As a result, I now use a wheelchair. I first blamed my legs for not doing everything they could before. But then I realized that my body was what got me through all of the surgeries and allowed me to survive. I learned that my injury will never limit what I can achieve. So much of feeling beautiful is self-acceptance—the wider our definition of beauty, the stronger we become."
Stacey Kaye, 36

Own The Room:

"Confidence has nothing to do with what you look like. If you obsess over that, you'll end up being disappointed in yourself all the time. Instead, high self-esteem comes from how you feel in any moment. So walk into a room acting like you're in charge, and spend your energy on making the people around you happy. Giving confidence to others will come back to you and you'll end up feeling better about yourself."
Marian Seldes, 82


Treasure Your Heath Every Day:

"Your body is your instrument, and you have to take beautiful care of it. I do one hour of yoga and walk for 30 minutes every day. You really enjoy life a lot more if you're healthy. And I never leave home without putting on lipstick—it makes me feel pretty!"
Esther Tuttle, 99

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