Day 365

Wow. I did it! A positive post every day of the year. What started out as a simple New Year's Resolution to post a simple picture and positive thought each day, quickly turned into so much more. Within a week, a simple paragraph had turned into full stories and page-long discussions, allowing me a portal to express a skill I didn't even know I possessed.

What has been even more surprising has been the fact that people actually read my blog. Every day. Not tons of people of course, but anywhere from 30-60 people per day have taken the time to click on the link to my little part of the world, many times leaving comments for me that truly make me feel like I made a little difference in their day. For everyone who ever "liked" my posts, shared them so others could read, or left a comment- I am truly grateful and honored. Because without your encouragement, I'm not sure if this whole thing would have made it 365 days. It definitely wouldn't have had as much depth-  I understand now the feeling a reporter or pastor must feel, knowing that others are waiting to hear/read what you have to say. There is a certain amount of pressure, but not in a bad way. Mostly, it's motivating, and has truly helped me become a better person over the last year.

At first, knowing I had to write a post each evening forced me to look for something positive throughout the day. But by mid-year, I found that I wasn't having to look so hard. My whole outlook had started to change, and I discovered that life is full of wonderful little nooks and crannies of positive, if you know where to look.

As I peruse through my year full of posts, there are some themes that stick out:

1. Family pets are just that- family. They can be a pain in the ass at times, but in the end love you unconditionally. From Day 49: 


2. Be grateful for what you have. Heat in the winter, air conditioning in the summer, food in your grocery cart, your health, and of course, family. So many don't have one or even all of those things. From Day 25:


3. You can do it. Yes, you can. You can tile a bathroom floor, or run a half-marathon. Don't be afraid to try something new, even if it means you will look or feel a little silly at first.You will be amazed at what you can do if you just get off your ass. And make a list. Or a spreadsheet. From Day 243:


4. I have amazing friends. From Girls Night Out adventures to Midnight Volleyball, I have been blessed to laugh and have fun with some wonderful people. So don't turn down an invitation to be with others- it will do your heart and soul good. From Day 173:


5. My parents are awesome. They built a place in their basement to grow tomato seeds, welcomed us into their lake house for summer vacation, and have saved my ass countless times with the 11-year old. I don't know what I would do without them. I love you guys. From Day 88:



6. Talk to strangers. Not creepy strangers, of course. But I have had some of the most interesting and delightful interactions this year with people I have never met before. Older people are even more interesting, as they have lived through and done things that I can not imagine- they are living, breathing history books. I met the first female doctor in the town that I work, and rode bikes with an 80-year old who has biked across the country multiple times. From Day 302:



7. Take time to appreciate Mother Nature. For she is simple beauty at it's best. From Day 195:


8. Give back. I participated in events for Children's Hospital, breast cancer, heart disease, and women's shelters. It didn't take much- maybe some time and a few dollars. But it also helped others, as well as put my own life in perspective. From Day 349:


9. Be a role model. Walk the walk. Especially for your kids. Because I am living proof that we all grow up to be like our mothers...From Day 151:


10. Babies are miracles. There is no other way to describe it. I am a scientific-minded type of person, but pregnancy and babies just absolutely fascinate me. I am in love with Baby G, from the moment we heard he was coming to the moment I held him for the first time. I have also come to terms with being a.....Gigi. From Day 319:


11. Be silly. Have fun. Especially with your kids. They grow up way too fast. From Day 171:


12. Do what you love. I am fortunate to love the profession that I am in. Nursing is such a huge part of who I am, and I believe that you will be more successful when you actually enjoy your job. From Day 18:


13. Marriage isn't always wine and roses. Ok, reality is that I haven't gotten roses in years.... He will leave his clothes on the floor, and you will forget to take the trash out. But there are the times when he cooks you dinner and tells you "I love You" just because. That's what makes the compromises worth it. From Day 344:


And so I end the year with a new view of life. I hope that you have read one or two of these posts and smiled, laughed out loud, and maybe even stopped to think a moment or two about your own life. You now know more about me than most of my closest friends. In fact, my step-dad said the other night- " You sure do go into detail about some personal stuff..." (this was the post about being excited about a new bra). But my Mom immediately countered- "That's why people read it! It's real, and it's exactly what happens to everyone else or what we all think". I've never been too private of a person, and if revealing my thoughts on bras or crotch sweat has made you feel unalone in the world, then I figure I have done a good deed.

The question I have been getting on a daily basis lately though is whether or not APositive365 will continue. First of all, please know how much I appreciate you even asking- I never dreamed that this would take on the life that it has. I now have people asking me to be "friends" on Facebook because they have read my posts that others have shared on their own walls. But I also have to admit that it is quite a commitment, and as much as I enjoy writing it I am concerned that a daily message will eventually get harder and harder.

Last New Year's Eve, I made a resolution to start APositive365. This year, I resolve to continue it, but in a little bit of a different way. Starting January 01, 2015, I will try and do one purposeful Act of Kindness each week. Because wouldn't this world be a better place if we all did something like this? It doesn't have to involve money, for things like words and gestures are sometimes much more kinder than anything you can buy. I will also continue to look for the Positive out there, because I wouldn't want my new-found way of living to go by the wayside.

So look for a post from me at least once a week. I look forward to continuing to share my life with you, and to hopefully make other people's lives a little brighter- one Act at a time. Until then, Happy New Year. May the next 365 bring you family, friends, silliness, miracles, goals that are met, and beauty. Thanks again- it's been a wonderfully Positive 2014!

The Real Day 364...

So I just realized that I skipped Day 343- oops. So there will now be two " Day 364" posts...

It's coming. New Year's Day. That time of year when we are supposed to make resolutions about what we are going to do, not going to do, what we are going to start to eat more of, eat less of, etc. 

I usually set two goals every year, one concerning my health and one other surrounding the environment or community. 2014 brought my Sprint triathlon and the promise of attending or participating in a minimum of three charity events. Because resolutions, in my mind, should be about bettering yourself as well as others. I am proud to say I met both goals.

So what about 2015? There are 6 races on my agenda, including three half-marathons and an Olympic triathlon. That's a lot of races, and way more than double what I did last year. It's probably a little lofty, but in my heart I know my true goal is the Olympic. As you can see in the pic, official training starts January 04- 30 weeks before my "A" race.

30 weeks.

It sounds like tons and tons of time at first. Kind of like when I was pregnant and knew that I was going to have six weeks off from work. I thought I was going to get SO much done. I mean, six weeks! I'd never even had 6 days off before!

Fastest six weeks of my life. I didn't get crap done.

The last couple of months have been the same way. I've been training every other day, with my focus on keeping my general level of endurance up. I've also focused more on weight training, enduring every woman's nightmare- the squat- in the name of a bigger, stronger ass to propel me forward in all three of my sports. I've felt pretty good, and my spirits have been high in relation to my progress.

But today, as I jogged on the treadmill, the all-too-familiar butterflies started to creep up at me as I started to realize January 04 is super close. Which means I have less than 33 weeks to get my endurance up to about 4 hours. As I looked down at the clock on the treadmill and saw that I had only been going about 35 minutes, I started to get a little down on myself. I wasn't overly tired at that point, but the thought of running 8 more miles like this after swimming and biking started my self-doubt boiling.

That's when I saw him.

The last couple of weeks, a new young man has shown up at the gym. He's probably a little younger than me, and tall but fit at about 6'4". From the front, he looks like a handsome young man, built lean like a basketball player, with wavy dark hair and glasses. But if you look farther down, you notice the cane that he uses to slowly walk around the gym, with a definite limp on one side. And when he sat down in front of me today to do his lat pull-downs, I got a front-row view of the heavy, still new scar running across the back of his head from one ear over to the middle of his skull.

The nurse in me immediately started to diagnose: brain tumor, car accident, stroke....obviously some kind of big brain surgery. And you don't go home the next day after brain surgery. And the closer I looked the more I could see the subtle signs of someone who had been on their back for awhile. Don't ask me how I can tell this- we nurses have a special sense of things like this, especially after years of working with sick people.This guy had most likely been in a hospital and on major restrictions for quite some time. But he didn't look sickly. In fact, if you didn't look at the cane or the scar, you would never know he wasn't one of the other muscular young guys in the gym.

That means he has worked his ass off.

Sure enough, I watched him slowly but surely make his way around the weight machines, maybe not lifting as much weight as some of the other guys around him- but definitely working twice as hard. And as I watched the muscles in his shoulders bulge when he pulled down the bar, and sweat roll down his neck, I was ashamed of my self-doubt and personal pity party. Here was this man who had obviously suffered traumatic injury of some sort and had pushed through obstacles much more difficult than mine.

Suddenly, I wasn't so tired anymore. Suddenly, my determination of reaching my goal was renewed. I turned up the treadmill.

Today's picture represents perseverance and not letting obstacles stop you, as well as keeping your own doubts about what you can or cannot do in perspective. Don't think you can learn a new language? Think about the thousands of immigrants who came to this country and figured it out. Without Rosetta Stone. Not sure you can keep an exercise program going? Go visit a V.A. Hospital and watch amputees do Physical Therapy. Shy about  joining a yoga or Zumba class where you don't know anyone? Think about a sixth grader not having a choice in starting over at a new school after their parents move or split up. Don't think you can keep going on the treadmill? Run in front of a guy who had brain surgery and is working out harder than you. I dare you to get off....So pick a goal- one you can reasonably accomplish. Because picking something you know you won't or can't do just defeats the purpose. If your goal is to cut the amount of pop you drink in half- awesome. If it is finish a 5 K this summer without stopping- go for it. If it's finishing an Olympic triathlon- don't let anything stop you. Put your goal on the fridge, where you can see it EVERY DAY. Seriously. It makes it real. Then send me a pic of your fridge so I can be our cheerleader :).

As for my second resolution, I have just about decided on it, and will reveal it tomorrow- Day 365....

Day 364

Some people may think of apple pie, baseball, and Starbucks when asked about symbols that represent America. And they would be right, although there is a symbol out there that I believe many times gets overlooked....

The Red Solo Cup.

That's right. It is a staple in almost every American get-together, from picnics to college keg parties. We have songs about them, games made specifically for them (beer pong), even entire competitions involving how fast you can set up and break down a stack of the plastic beverage holders. 

It's the perfect cup, really. Thick enough to hold up to all sorts of liquid, large enough to hold enough Natty Light from the keg to get a buzz after only one refill, yet small enough to fit in the cup holder of your vehicle. What more could you ask for?

How about a label that allows you to use your fingernail and scratch your name right into the side if the cup?

Genius.

 Gone are the days of wondering if that cup with the....questionable liquid in it is really yours. No more making sure you have a Sharpie available at your party for guests to write their names with. My husband came home with a bag of the reinvented containers today, and we were quite impressed and excited

Hey. It doesn't  take much at my age.

Tonight's picture celebrates the upgrade. Just when you think something can't get any better- poof! They come up with Double-stuffed Oreos, cheese-filled pizza crust, and Corona Light.

Day 363

If there was one thing I missed while I was gone for a week....it was my To Do list.

Sad, but true. I actually looked forward to getting out of bed this morning and rewriting my list over a cup of coffee. I usually do this on Saturday mornings, reviewing last weeks list and adding to it, reprioritizing, etc. It grounds me for the weekend, and helps me stay focused on what really needs to be done and what can wait. 

I don't stick to the list to a fault though. If my family wants to go do something, or a girlfriend calls and asks if I wanna go to lunch- the list goes on standby. I have learned that there will always be laundry (OMG ALWAYS!), but time spent with family and friends is more precious than anything. Even clean underwear.

I got three rounds of housecleaning in, a workout, the library, and the bills are paid. "Off list" activities included catching up with my parents at their house, as well as watching Green Bay play football with my men on the couch. Because one day- my parents won't live two streets over from me, and my 11-year old will be watching the game on his own TV.

Today's picture represents the love for lists that only a fellow list-lover can understand, but also the importance of knowing when to go "off list". Don't let things that you feel "have" to be done interfere with your ability to make memories, laugh with someone you love, or share an adventure. The dishes will be there when you get back. You can hang that picture on the wall tomorrow. There will always be something "To Do". So go live a little, love a lot, and wear your underwear two days in a row if you have to :).

Day 362

This is my luggage. It is full of things, both new and old. New sandals my family bought me for Christmas. An old but faithful curling iron. My Proactive face soap. Clean underwear.

My luggage is now safely at home, after a wild and crazy trip across the country without me. 

And although I am ecstatic that it was eventually found and returned to me, I learned a valuable lesson this week:

Pack an extra pair of underwear in your carry-on.

Ok, I learned two valuable lessons. The second is that "things" are replaceable. Every time I started to get upset about the thought of losing shoes or makeup, I picked up my grandson and marveled at the wonder of life, and the gift of family. When I would wake up mad that I didn't have my new Estée Lauder eye makeup, I went to the bathroom where my step-daughter in law had graciously placed her own so that I could use it.

Tonight's picture represents a reminder as to what the really important things in life are. I think I appreciated this trip even more due to the circumstances. I could have bought more sandals, soap, and underwear. I am grateful for that fact alone, as that is not everyone's situation. And I am grateful for the week in my tennis shoes, sweats, no makeup, and lone bra where I got to concentrate on family. And on the even brighter side, now I won't have the dreaded post-strip pile of dirty laundry to do on the morning!

Day 361

I got new boobies today. 

I have been in Texas now for five days. My luggage has never made it to Texas to join me. I broke down and bought another pair of underwear the other day, but opted not to buy another bra. For one, they are crazy expensive. Secondly, I can never find one that fits me right. That's probably because I buy cheap bras though- paying $30 for something no one but me sees just seems silly. I seriously haven't bought a bra other than a sports bra for two years.

But after several days in the same breast holder, ibroke down today and asked my step-daughter in law if I could borrow a sports bra. She came back with 5 different types for me to try on...

You see, she is a Victoria's Secret bra specialist. Like literally. She has a tape measure and everything. So asking her for a  sports bra is no simple endeavor. She quickly sized me up and held out one for me to try on, but it was fancier than anything I currently have in my drawer at home, let alone my suitcase.I closed the bathroom door, placed the piece of satin around my chest, then looked in the mirror. 

Huh. Look at that.

I opened the door and looked at her- "oh yeah" she said with a smile.

"Look! I have boobs!" I exclaimed. 

"Wait until you see how that vneck shirt looks like with that on".

Huh. Look at those...

We went to dinner tonight and I went to the bathroom. Washing my hands, I glanced up in the mirrowo and actually gave a little start. Wow. I guess I need to start buying real bras.

When we returned to the house, she gifted me with about five new bras, assuring me she had drawers and bins full of boobie-lifting miracles and wouldn't miss them.   

So tonight's picture represents the magic of the push-up bra. Because I always say I can deal with Mother Nature- but Grandma Gravity is a relentless bitch. 

Day 360

Today was a day of many "firsts".

It was the first Christmas morning my son and I have woken up somewhere other than home. But there was still a tree, and stockings awaiting all three kids when they awoke.

It was the first time the 11-year old has worn shorts outside on Christmas. It was almost 60 degrees and sunny today, although the wind was as strong as 25 miles per hour. We walked around the neighborhood twice, soaking in some Vitamin D and taking advantage of the many playgrounds that are situated in this group of base housing. My son played "par cour" on the equipment while other children rode by on what could only be new bikes. What a great thing to actually be able to ride your new bike during the winter- I can remember my own kid trying to do it in the snow one year...

This was the first time I was actually in charge of the holiday meal. I have always helped my mom, but the main portion has always been managed by her. I baked a ham, complete with a glaze that actually turned out great. We did green bean casserole in the crockpot (genius!), and I tried my hand at homeade scalloped potatoes. Add some bakery rolls and leftover salad from last night and...voila! A low sodium, fat-free holiday meal... And as we sat at the table and ate, each comment about how good the ham was and how nice it was to have a home-cooked meal made my heart glow.

But of course the most important first today was that Baby G had his first Christmas. He also had his first Christmas outfit, which lasted approximately 20 minutes before breakfast leaked out of his diaper...

Today's picture represents first times. Did you have any first times today? Was it your child's first time opening up their own presents? Or maybe you also celebrated somewhere you haven't done so before. Maybe there was a new face at the Christmas dinner table, or a new game introduced afterwards. Although a big part of the holidays is doing traditional things, the fact is that traditions have to start somewhere. So maybe your "first" will become a second, then a third, and eventually a tradition. Merry Christmas everyone!

359

Almost every family has holiday traditions. Ours includes a lot of classic holiday movies. Not White Christmas or It's a Wonderful Life though. Our family leans towards Home Alone and National Lampoons Christmas Vacation. We do tone it down on Christmas Eve though with The Polar Express. When our older two were little, The Polar Express was a book that we read the night before Christmas, but times, they do change....

The stockings are stuffed, and for once I am not wrapping presents until midnight. I have my feet up on the couch, a beer in my hand, and a grandbaby in my arms. 

There is also the definite aroma of banana bread in the air. Because if there is one thing my family likes that I make, it's my family recipe for the moist quick bread. And I have to agree that it's pretty awesome. I baked 4 loaves tonight, enough to gorge on at breakfast and snack on throughout the day until the ham is done. 

Tonight's picture represents family traditions, and the magic of Christmas Eve. May yours be filled with the sound of sleigh bells, and the aroma of Christmas in the air. 

Day 358

We have now been in northern Texas for 24 hours. Our day has been lazy but full, with lots of baby holding and shopping for things that were in the luggage our airline lost...

Texas, like every other part of our country, has it's own little signatures to it. There are full size trucks EVERYWHERE, although the land is flat as can be and it's 60 degrees in December. 

And yes, it is flat here. You can see for miles and miles, which is mostly brown since the summer heat and lack of rain has killed just about everything.

Gas is cheap. Not much cost to ship it here- $1.89 on base today. As you drive along the highway, you will periodically see an oil drill hanging out in the middle of the field. Don't see that in Ohio...

The 11-year old is enthralled by the "real cowboys". Men in cowboy hats, Wranglers, and boots are the norm here, even at Target. He actually asked if any of them ride their horses around...

The wind is crazy. Straight line breezes that wreak havoc on a hairdo, that's for sure. Maybe I need to get a cowboy hat...

There are stars everywhere. Texans are just damn proud to be Texans. They are on houses, buildings,and of course- Christmas trees.

The barbecue is amazing. We went to a joint tonight that doesn't look like much at first, but we all left with full bellies and smiles on our faces. The service was outstanding- and the huge smoker out back landed a myriad of succulent meats on our plates. The sauce was excellent in itself, but the meat....yum. Just when you thought the flavor was done, the smokiness came in at the end. I started to cover my pulled pork with my coleslaw and realized everyone was looking at me. My husband elbowed me- "What?" I asked, wondering if I had sauce on my face.

"They don't do that here", my husband whispered. "That's probably like sacrilege". I looked down at the creamy coleslaw covering my roast pig, and decided I didn't care. I would wear a sign that said, "Sorry, I'm from Ohio" around my neck if needed....

Tonight's picture celebrates a new adventure. I love visiting new places and exploring things big and small. And who doesn't love good barbecue?

Day 357

Waiting two hours for our plane to take off.

Waiting in line for Subway only to find out that they are out of just about everything.

Waiting to get off the plane ( we were in the back ).

Waiting 45 min for our luggage, only to find out they sent it to Las Vegas. We, needless to say, are not in Las Vegas...

Two more hours of driving in the dark and we finally arrived at our destination- 11 hours after starting our journey.

But within 5 minutes of walking through the door, all thoughts of frustrating travel disappeared as Gigi and Papaw finally got to hold their first grandbaby. He smiled and cooed for me, and fell almost instantly asleep in my husband's arms. He is perfect, and well worth a day of waiting in line for everything. 

Today's picture represents the awesome feeling of holding a grandchild for the first time. Enough said.

Day 356

Today was Christmas at our house. We ate a giant breakfast and opened presents while still in our pajamas. As we descended on the wrapped gifts I could hear the 11-year old talking to himself:

"I think I'll start with the smallest ones then move toward the biggest. No, maybe I'll start on the right side of the tree and work towards the left".

My husband just looked at me. I raised my hand above my head- "I know, I know. Guilty. He gets that from me..."

In the end, he chose to open things right to left, a process I couldn't argue with. He made sure to hand out presents to my husband and I as he came across them, stopping his paper tearing to watch what Santa had brought the grown ups.

This year, Santa thought he would be funny and re-wrap a book that he got me for Christmas last year and I haven't read yet. Ha ha.

All the hard work of wrapping was over in less than 10 minutes, and instead a wave of torn paper, bows, and boxes littered the back room. I had a little moment of sadness knowing that all the years of leaving cookies out for Santa and laboring over gift tags that had a different hand writing are gone, but in all honesty it was more relief. That was a lot of pressure...

Tonight's picture represents the stillness after the storm that is Christmas morning gift opening. The 11-year old spent the rest of the day playing basketball in his new shoes and laying around in his new "joggers" while playing his new video game. I ate two helpings of blueberry and cream cheese french toast plus two chocolate turtles, then had the audacity to wonder why my jeans felt tight. And my husband watched TV in his new thermal shirt, now complete with some kind of stain on the front. Oh well. He can wear it under a t-shirt I guess.

Day 355

Today was one of those lucky days. A day in which I actually had a hard time choosing which happy part to write about. So I'm not going to choose. I'm going to write about them all.

I started the day waking up to my husband holding my hand and saying, "I love you so much". I opened my eyes enough to make sure he wasn't talking in his sleep (or to the dog), but found him smiling at me with eyes that had already had at least one cup of coffee. I smiled back at him, warm and cozy in my fleece pajamas and a different kind of warmth in my heart.

We drove to the gym together this morning, and on the way passed by a house which had two electronic deer lit up in their front yard. You know the type- white wire with white lights on them. Except these two reindeer had been placed in a...precarious position that resembled something you would see in a National Geographic magazine. It's just weird to think of Rudolph actually doing that....anyway, my husband was driving so I didn't get a chance to snap a pic, and by the time we drove home someone had returned the Christmas symbols to their G-rated stances. I was sad not to get a snapshot- it was actually pretty darn funny. But only because my kids are too old now to wonder and ask, "Mommy, why is the one reindeer on top of the other like that?".

The library was on my list of things to accomplish today, and as I walked across the parking lot, a woman was loading her books and her dog into her car. I said hello, and she looked up to smile at me. She then said, "You look so stylish and pretty today". I was stunned. And flattered. I thanked her and completed my mundane chore with a spring in my step and a smile on my face. What a kind thing to do for a complete stranger- I'm sure that woman will never know how good her simple comment made me feel.

I had lunch with one of my best girlfriends, and we exchanged gifts. She is one of those people that is a great gift-giver, always picking out something perfect with a personal touch. Of course, it could be because she knows me so well that it just seems that way, as we have been through hell and back several times together with our friendship having only gotten stronger. We joke all the time about leaving our husbands and living together, knowing that there would always be someone with a glass of wine for you when you got home from work and would actually clean the toilet like it's supposed to be cleaned. My gift this year reflected our plot, consisting of three pairs of beautiful drinking glasses- 2 champagne flutes, 2 wine glasses, and 2 highball glasses. I just grinned as I opened them, immediately understanding the meaning, and thankful to have a friend that I can share the good times, the bad times, and alcohol with.

The next couple of hours were spent shopping with my husband, which is usually....well, painful. But for some reason, we got along famously, despite the crowded store. We weren't in need of anything in particular, and instead perused slowly, laughing at silly t-shirts and making comments about how sexy he would look in this Christmas-plaid bow tie...he disagreed.

I started packing for our trip to see the grand baby, which of course involved lists and spreadsheets (happy!). And as I looked up the weather where we will be staying...I realized it is going to be 70 degrees and sunny on Christmas Day! Hot dog, oh boy, yippee! I immediately threw in a pair of running shorts, determined to soak up some natural Vitamin D while away from home.

After dinner, I started the daunting task of wrapping presents. I turned on my Pandora, lit a candle, made a drink in my new highball glass, and went to work. I kind of get in a zone when wrapping presents. I love the cutting and folding, the process of choosing just the right bow and gift tag. It's a labor of love for me, and part of the gift itself. I love that moment when you get the last one under the tree and stand back to look at all of the boxes of love.

Tonight's picture celebrates a great day- one full of love, friendship, family, and a little silliness. It was a day to reflect on my gratefulness for the wonderful things in life that we sometimes take for granted. I hoe yours was filled with a little bit of each as well.

Day 354

I don't watch TV often, but when I do....

The Big Bang Theory is toward the top of the list. It's just one of those shoes where you can't decide who your favorite character is. Like Cheers, Friends, Seinfeld, the lovable brainiacs ( And Penny...) mesh together and provide 30 minutes of giggling.

I think Raj is my favorite. He's just so cute and cuddly. I could just.....never mind.

Tonight's picture celebrates the sitcom. Because when you need thirty minutes of escape, Frazier, Joey, KrMer, and Sheldon are happy to help.

 

Day 353

I only put one Christmas tree up this year.

Only one? Yes, only one. I usually have two regular-sized trees, with a few smaller ones scattered about as well. The "front room" of the house holds the fake tree and is the one seen from the street. I color coordinate it to match the room (surprise), and it's a pleasant holiday eye-catcher when anyone enters the house from the front door.

Our second tree is located in the "back room". It is our main tree and is where we both place and open gifts. This tree is traditionally huge and freshly cut, the scent of pine in the air and the stickiness of sap on the floor. Every year, I have a moment or two when I think about doing this tree in a theme as well, one that matches the decor of the room. This year, I had a woodland theme in mind, with ivory and browns floating through my matchy-matchy obsessed head.

But as I drug the multitude of boxes out of the barn and started to open the treasures within, I quickly realized there would be no woodland theme this year or any in the near future. For how could I keep these memories boxed up in favor of color coordination?

Our ornaments are an eclectic mix, some being gifts from friends and family, while others were bought by us because they meant something special. There are ornaments from vacations- a Hawaiian shirt from Maui, and a Wall-e the robot ornament from our trip to Disneyworld. There are firefighter and nurse ornaments, as well as several sport-themed orbs to represent all of our families interests. There is a baby grand piano for me, ornaments that have been handed down from generations on both sides of our families, and of course the annual hand-made ornaments constructed by our children over the years at their school Christmas parties.

Spongebob is represented, as well as Cabbage Patch Kids and The Green Bay Packers. And as I stood back and really looked at our tree, I realized it already had a theme. A theme that represents the story of our family, and one that should never be replaced by a boring set of pre-matched ornaments.

So tonight's picture celebrates the traditional Christmas tree. May it represent more than a time of year to make the house look pretty. Take the time to unwrap each treasure for what it is- a memory, and take a moment to remember what led that particular ornament to your tree's limbs. One day, hopefully my own kids will have ornaments on their trees that were once on ours, and have fond memories of the holidays, vacations, and family events that they represent.

Day 352

It sucks to be sick. But I will say that it sucks even more when your kid is sick.

I take care of sick people for a living. Really sick people. But there's just something about your child looking at you with red-rimmed eyes and feverish cheeks that makes me feel helpless.

I could tell it was coming last night. He was lethargic and laid on the couch, when usually he is Mr. Talk-a-lot in the evenings. He said he had a headache, and admitted to falling asleep during Social Studies at school- "But we were just watching a movie...". He went to bed without any procrastination and was out like a light in minutes-the hair on the back of my neck promptly prickled.

Sure enough, the all-too universal sound of "Moooommm!" woke me up at 5 AM. I could tell by the resonance of my name that he was calling for me from within the bowl of the toilet. Yep. There was last night's dinner, but at least it was contained and flushable. He was burning up with fever, so Tylenol, water, and a cool washcloth were my allies before I put him back to bed.

He slept until past noon, and only woke up because I was rubbing oils on his feet. I had gotten my order of essential oils this morning (can you believe the timing), and I was trying to get a load of Oregano, Lemon, and On Guard oils into his system. He took two sips of water, and promptly ran into the bathroom to throw them right back up. Afterward, when I made him blow his nose, what looked like Quikrete came gushing out.

Crap.

He made it to the couch, where I put him under an electric blanket and tried to get more water and now Advil in him. He ate some Cinnamon Toast Crunch, and asked for me to put Diary of a Wimpy Kid in the DVD. "OK", I thought. "We're making progress."

He was back asleep within 15 minutes. He woke up over two hours later and went to the bathroom, then made a beeline back to his bedroom again. I put peppermint oil on his head, and  Breathe oil on his chest, and loaded more Tylenol in him.

Another three hours later, He woke again with a headache. But his eyes were clearer and his face was less flushed. When I asked him why he had changed clothes, he said that he had sweated through his other pajamas and they were soaked.

Some good news maybe....

He felt a little better still after I convinced him to take a shower and brush his teeth, and managed to get a whole glass of Sprite down. He only picked at crackers, but I was relieved that he seemed to be more himself. Television, video games, and my Ipad held no appeal though, and he climbed back into his bed (now with fresh sheets). Another round of oils from head to toe, vaporizer running in his room, and Sudafed before allowing him to once again close his eyes.

Poor bugger. Let's just hope he's not wide awake at three in the morning after sleeping all day...

Tonight's picture represents a mom's arsenal and diligence on mending one of her own. I am thankful to have these tools at my disposal, and am aware that so many mothers around the world are not so lucky. I think most of us can remember our own mother's weapons- at our house it was Vick's vaporub, hot water bottles, nasty-tasting cough syrup, as well as grilled cheese with tomato soup and saltines when I started feeling better. I have a single, nasty memory involving a hot water enema at one point, but I seem to have blocked most of that one out....

Day 351

I haven't been on Pinterest in quite a while. Now I remember why....

I have heard it called "A Woman's Crack". I understand completely. It is absolute paradise for someone with a "squirrel" personality like me. One part of my brain keeps going, "Oooh! Look at that!" , while another part says, "But wait! Look at that!".

And the next thing I know, it is three o'clock in the morning....

While perusing through my "board" this evening, my eye caught onto this sign and I immediately snapped a pic and sent it to my mother. I am definitely a "mini-me" of the woman who raised me. To the point of sometimes being a little creepy. I actually opened my mouth and said something to my step-daughter this evening, and literally at the same time I was speaking my brain was registering, "Oh my God you sound just like your mother".

Oh well. Good thing I love her so much, right?

Tonight's picture represents a squirrel-minded woman's love of constant distraction, and the power behind the genetic wonder that is the mother-daughter combo. Love you, Mom. Oh, and there was a great pin about 4-ingredient gingerbread cheesecake bites on that screen too...

Day 350

I have a new friend. It is called a Lindt white peppermint chocolate truffle. It is giving Oreos a run for their money.

This is serious.

I had a coupon for $.75 off a bag of any type Lindt truffles, so I snagged a bag that would allow me to throw a few into gift bags containing friend's gifts.

Sorry friends. I made the mistake of tasting one....

I am now quite sure that I will have to purchase another bag, but I better do so the day I actually wrap presents. Otherwise, I am afraid that I will enter the new year with little white chocolate truffles all along my waistline...

Tonight's picture represents little pieces of heaven. They seem so innocent when you eat just one at a time. Peppermint is supposed to invigorate the lungs and increase alertness. Maybe that will help when I have to run an extra mile tomorrow to work these off....

Day 349

When my husband is home, he usually gets out of bed before I do.

Ok, that's a lie. He always gets out of bed before I do. I tend to ward off the day until the last possible moment, forcing me to eventually rush around like a mad woman in order to get to work on time. And with matching socks. He, on the other hand, likes to take his time in the morning, watching a little television while drinking his first cup or two of coffee.

Therefore, when I dragged myself out of my flannel sheets this morning, the news channel was already running on the flat screen. My husband teases me about not knowing what is going on in the world, as I do not purposefully watch the news or read the newspaper.

 So much of what is in the media today is depressing or just horrible. Unfortunately, that's what tends to make ratings. And why is that? Why must we be enthralled by watching horrible things happen to other people? It's like when America's Funniest Home Videos plays those clips of people falling off trampolines or roofs and we can't stop ourselves from not only watching, but laughing. I'm not immune to this either- I have watched my share of Tosh.O...But as I waited impatiently for the Keurig to finish dribbling into my mug, a story caught my ear and I started to pay attention.

Somewhere at one of the thousands of Walmarts in this country (there are literally over 4000 of them), a young woman went to work the other morning as a cashier. Now, cashiers at Walmart average around $9 dollars an hour. Minimum wage is $7.25. I wonder what it is like to make $9 per hour and literally watch all day as people spend hundreds of dollars (especially this time of year) on things you know you could never afford.

But for all of those who had enough money for what she passed through the scanner, there was an elderly man who did not. After telling him the total for his purchases, the man handed her some money and asked if it was enough. It was not, so the man started putting some of his purchases back in the cart to return, including food that was for both him and his pet.

Instead of letting the older man leave without what he needed for what was probably his family (my dog is part of my family!), the cashier reached into her own pocket and put $40 dollars on top of the man's wallet while his head was turned. She then told him that she was wrong about not having enough money and finished his transaction.

Now, $40 may not be a big deal to some people. But after taxes, that $40 was probably close to an entire day's pay for this kind woman. When I stop and think about whether or not I would place an entire day's worth of my own pay in someone's hand so readily, I am ashamed to say I would falter. How much do you make in a day? Would you sacrifice that for a stranger in need at a moment's notice?

The next man in line saw what happened, and went to the manager of the store to ensure that the employee got recognition for her good deed. And yes, I'm sure Walmart has used this story to their advantage for marketing. And yes, she has now had her fifteen minutes of fame. But as I watched her get interviewed on national television, I was moved by this woman. She was well spoken, confident, and kind-spirited. She was earnest when she said that she had no intention of recognition. Instead, her statement was this:

Do something nice for others, and not just around the holidays. Be kind, and don't do so with expectations of reward or recognition. Do it because it's the right thing to do.

Now that's what our country actually needs to see on the news.

Tonight's picture represents acts of kindness. Maybe I should start a news channel that shows nothing but positive things throughout the world. Wouldn't that be awesome? A Positive 365 News Channel. I wanna be that reporter. I want positive stories to be the norm, not the oddity that makes me stop and turn my head. I have learned so much this year simply by intentionally looking for the good. It has made me a better person. I helped an elderly lady get her groceries in her car today. I wouldn't have done that a year ago- not because I wasn't a good person then, but because being intentionally positive has had an impact on my life that causes me to see little things that I didn't before. I probably would have passed right by that woman without even realizing she was struggling, too engrossed in my own life to recognize someone else's need and my opportunity to make someone smile. So be kind to others. Live with intention. And look for the positive, or how you can create the positive. Maybe if we all did that, the news channels would have to change their ways, as there wouldn't be enough negative stuff to broadcast.

Day 348

 

Tonight's picture represents the magic of children at Christmas. There's just something special about kids sitting by the tree, listening to a story. Of course, there were presents involved, so I'm sure that helped maintain their attention...

Thanks to our friends for an evening of food, laughs, drinks, and white elephant gifts. I am now the proud owner of lime-flavored gel douche and body butter, thank you very much. I know you're jealous. 

Day 347

I saw this quote on the wall at the gym this morning. I actually glanced at it as I left the room, then stopped and went back to take a picture. At first, I thought I would write a post about the quote itself, but as I sit down tonight I discovered  that I had been thinking through what the word "failure" meant most of the day.

The definition of the word "failure" is to lack success.

The definition of "success" is the accomplishment of an aim or purpose.

Therefore, to succeed, you must have an aim or, in my mind more importantly, a purpose. Don't get me wrong, goals are great. But in truth they aren't much more than a To Do list. And and much as it pains me to say it- is there really a purpose in a To Do list?

Maybe so, but chances are if your goal is worthwhile, it's because you have a purpose lurking behind it. My goal for next summer is to complete an Olympic triathlon. So what. But my purpose is to prove to myself and others that being healthy and fit is an attainable goal even in your 40's, and that you can do amazing things if you put your mind to it.

Maybe your goal was to get a decent grade on a final this week. But I gaurantee your purpose was bigger than that. Why are you taking the test? Not just to see if you can pass, but rather to take one step closer to achieving a level of overall knowledge that will assist you in working and living a life that you want.

Today's picture represents understanding what your purpose is. Because if you lack purpose, that word "failure" applies more than we would like it to. Purpose should be why you get up every morning- your family, your dedication to others, or possibly whatever God you call your own. If you have purpose, you can stumble through goals without being a failure. Not getting a good grade on a test doesn't have to stop you from a purpose. I may not finish an Olympic triathlon, but just training for one ensures lack of failure. So adjust your view of what "failure" is- chances are, your'e already more successful than you ever realized.

Day 346

Throwback Thursday a Las Vegas....

What a great girls trip that was. Me and two of my best girlfriends spent a long weekend a few years ago perusing a city that can be matched by no other. It is truly amazing what all they can pack into such a small piece of real estate...

We ate crab bisque from a fancy french restaurant, and hot shots at a hole in the wall in the middle of the night. I enjoyed both immensely.

We watched a show where people did things I didn't know people could do. I'll just let that one sit with you for a minute....

You can be entertained by the elite such as Garth Brooks or people on the street dressed up like Spider-Man, flamingo girls, or of course, Elvis.

You can spend your time putting coins in the slots, or be pampered in spas that will buff and polish things you didn't know you had. You can walk for hours and hours, shopping and sightseeing- or you can just stay in your hotel at the pool, reading a book and occasionally swimming up to the poolside bar.

Today's picture represents remembering vacations- especially warm ones on a cold winter's day. This picture was taken hardly one hour (if that) after our arrival in the magical city. He probably makes more money on tips in 4 hours than I do in a week. Oh well. It's not every day you get Elvis to grab your ass, right?

Day 345

When I came home from work tonight, my husband was excited to show me information on a town in Michigan that he was interested in possibly moving to once he retires. I just stared at him.

Michigan? You wanna talk to me about moving to Michigan in December?

A conversation ensued that volleyed back and forth between him telling me about all of the wonderful things there are to do there, and me telling him I didn't care because it is too cold and I'm not going.

Once October first hits, I am chronically cold until about June. I hate it. I do run a heart rate of about 55, and my blood pressure is under 100, so that doesn't help. My hands and feet are the first to freeze up, and it moves centrally from there. My skin is perpetually dry in the winter because I take super-long hot showers just to get warm every day. I also tend to use the hair dryer to do more than dry my hair- it makes a nifty personal heater when placed under your shirt for a few moments...

Lately, I've been placing a heating pad on low in the bed while I take my shower. We tried a heated mattress pad, but it wound up making my husband too hot, even though it was only really heating my side. This way my bed is already warm and snuggly but in a smaller area when I slip between my flannel sheets. In my fleece pajamas. And fluffy socks.

I wasn't kidding when I said I am cold.

Tonight's picture represents desperate measures for desperate times. I have seriously thought about making fleece pajamas that plug into the wall and warm up like an electric blanket. I would never wear regular clothes again!

Day 344

My husband leaves his socks on the floor.

He also puts my expensive bras in the dryer, and leaves his crap laying around the house everywhere you look.

But.....I have to admit. There are days I am so grateful to have him. I came home today to find that he had taken it upon himself to go to the post office and mail the boxes of Christmas gifts I had on the table. He also took the 11-year old to get his haircut, effectively allowing me to cross off two items from my long To Do list this week. There was also homemade beef-n-barley soup with crusty bread ready for me when I finally got home, with ice cream for dessert.

I know what your'e thinking....and yes. He is totally getting lucky tonight. But the truth is I am the lucky one. Not everyone has a partner who helps out around the house and with the kids. I would have been happy with take-out pizza or Chinese, but instead have a belly full of homemade love.

Tonight's picture says thank you to all of the true partners out there. Because all of us go under appreciated at times, although not intentionally. So if you will excuse me, I am going to go appreciate my partner...

Day 342

I have a new thing.

A few weeks ago, one of the women my husband works with texted me about a class she was giving on essential oils, and wanted to know if I wanted to come. She said we would be making Multi-purpose cleaner and baby wipes.

I don't know anything about oils, but was interested in a possible multi-purpose cleaner that didn't include chemicals and actually worked. I have tried "all natural"cleaners, but they stink. Literally.  I have tried vinegar as well, but it....well, it stinks too. So off I went to the firehouse to learn about how to make my house clean and non-stinky.

And boy did I learn. I was a bit shocked that as a nurse for so many years, I had not done more learning in this arena before. Oils have been a part of medicine for thousands of years, and were relied upon heavily before Pharma came to town.

Now don't get me wrong. Pharma has it's place and our world is a better place because of the amazing advances we have made throughout the years. And if you are really sick, don't be silly- you should go see the doctor. But oils are what I consider a great way for East to meet West. Used topically, internally, or through aromatherapy, essential oils can be used both prophylactically to promote good health and to help as an adjunct therapy for both acute and chronic conditions.

Plus, if I can make cleaners that my family can use instead of chemicals, what's the harm in that? And it's actually cheaper in the long run- a bottle of cleaner concentrate is only about $13 and you only use 3 Tablespoons per spray bottle. I pay at least $3-4 per bottle at the grocery, especially if I get the all natural stinky stuff. Do you use a vaporizer for your kids at night to ward off congestion? Those Vicks vaporub disks are WAY more expensive that a few drops of oil in a diffuser that does just as well.

The multipurpose cleaner is awesome, to the point where I probably use it more than I need to just because it makes everything smell so good and look so clean. And although there are no longer babies in my house, the wipes are great for...freshening up.

We just had another class where we made "Stuffy nose rolls" and bath fizzies. The nose roll is a combination of oils that are put in a little vial with a rollerball. Then, you simply roll it along your sinuses and forehead when you are feeling stuffed up. How great is that? And the smell is amazing.

Bath fizzies were nothing more than baking soda and water, with some oil mixed in. You could probably put any kind of oil you want in it, but we again focused on one to help with sinuses. I used one in my shower tonight- I just put it on the floor and it dissolved while I washed away the day. It was yummy.

Tonight's picture represents the excitement of learning something new to help you and your family live a healthier lifestyle. My husband called this morning and said that my friend who introduced me to oils had given him some stuff to relay on to me.

"She gave me a mason jar of something....this isn't breast milk is it?"

No honey. It's laundry detergent.

Tonight's picture represents learning something new and fun that has the benefit of complimenting a healthy lifestyle. Did you know that oregano essential oil is 9 times more powerful than Penicillin? There are actually hospitals in this country that are trialing diffusing oils through their air duct system to cut down on viruses and bacteria like the flu and  MRSA, since oils can penetrate bacteria and viruses. Plus they smell good, so what can it hurt, right?

Day 341

In all of my 39 years, I have always woken up on Christmas morning in my own home. I have worked plenty of holidays throughout my life, and traveled by car for a 

little bit to see family, but I have never actually traveled afar for the Season of Giving.

This year, Gigi and Papaw have decided to leave home and spend the week of Christmas halfway across the country with the next generation of Littles. 

This time of year is usually filled for me with decorating, baking, and preparing for our annual Holiday party. So without the need to do that, I have been feeling a little...lost.

I keep feeling like I am forgetting to do something. But no, all is well- just different. I still  have lists and spreadsheets. But they involve things like packing and loading maps on how to get from the airport to our kids' home.

Tonight's picture represents celebrating Christmas away from home. I've packed up stockings and presents, and am ready to trust our postal service with what will be opened on that magical morning. And to all out friends and family- don't worry. The annual Christmas with The Littles party and all it's fun and craziness will resume next year!

Day 340

This past summer, I played in a volleyball tournament and won a raffle. The prize was 4 tickets to a basketball game at the University of Dayton, otherwise known as UD. Five months later, we got to put those tickets to good use.

Yes, we were in the nosebleed section, but in all honesty we could still see the game just fine. Once I stopped breathing heavy from all that climbing that is...

It's been a long time since I've been to a college sports event, but I was happy to see that things haven't changed much. There's still a group of crazy college kids down by the floor who have painted their entire bodies red and blue, and lead a throng of students in such eloquent chants as, "DE-FENSE" and  "YOU SUCK". By the end of the game, the 11-year old and his friend were following along from up above, holding their hands high above their heads when someone was making a free throw, and gladly shouting, "You Suck" at the referees while they grinned like idiots.

There were cheerleaders, who were amazing t to watch as they got flipped in the air and stood on their partner's shoulders. I could tell  that I am older though because all I could think about when one of the guys would wobble a little underneath a girl is that someone is just going to get hurt and won't that be a shame...

There was concession stand food, lines at the restroom, and a really cool half-time show where two guys did crazy stunts on a trampoline.We drank sodas, ate pretzels, nachos, and roasted almonds. We cheered when "Scootchie" made a basket, and rolled our eyes with the rest of the crowd when #25 missed his eighth free throw of the night.

In short, we had a great time. The boys got to go onto the court after the game and shoot baskets, and the 11-year old loved being able to watch some of the guys who helped at his summer camp last year actually play in the stadium. I was impressed with how full the place was, and with every age group out there. A sea of red and blue fans spurred the college boys on to win a close game against Eastern Michigan, despite a first period in which only about 1 out of every 4 shots actually made it through the hoop.

Tonight's picture represents college sports, and the infectious spirit and instant camaraderie with strangers that goes with it. The boys had a blast, and I look forward to hopefully purchasing some more tickets to slip in a Christmas stocking- but ones that have seating which don't require a breathing treatment once you get there.

Day 339

It is said that the purse was first born in ancient times, when a bag full of money was given to a newly married couple by their village after a wedding. The full sack was a symbol for the womb, as it was hoped that it would be full soon as well. And so from the very beginning, the purse was associated with femininity and money.

In actuality, the purse is now kind of a symbol of the history of the female race and their metamorphosis from corset-wearing housewives to the thong-wearing divas of today.

Ok- maybe yoga-pants-and-sports-bra divas is more accurate, but the thongs sounded better...

 In the 1800's, there was no reason for a woman to carry a purse, as all money and things of importance were handled by men. Women had secret pockets in their miles and miles of fabric dresses, but it wasn't until the late 18th century that women actually began to carry small embroidered bags that carried many of the same essentials you see in today's purses- mirrors, powder, perfume, etc. But no money.

Small clutches grew to carpet bags (who's bad idea was that?), and eventually Luis Vuitton began to use leather to form purses and other luggage for the wealthy. Did you know that this line has been around since 1896?!

As the decades passed, the purse has been called many things- handbag, clutch, sack, satchel, etc. The 1920's and flapper girls started the rise of feminine outbreak, with flashy outfits that were skimpy enough not to have pockets to hold their ruby-red lipstick. The clutch was their answer- the sparklier the better, and of course big enough to hold their cigarettes...

The 1930's thru 50's were much more no-nonsense, for times were no-nonsense as well. As The Great Depression faded, purses remained larger and mostly utilitarian, although the materiel they were made of began to inch their way slowly towards designer (alligator, leather, suede, etc).

Enter Coco Chanel. And Christian Dior. And Hermes.These are all names that we have heard of, and got their start in the 50's. Expensive and classic was the rage-it wasn't about how MANY handbags you had, but what TYPE of purse you carried. They were bigger now as well, as women now traveled to groceries and department stores, able to many times spend money that they had earned.

Then the 60's happened, and like everything else in that era- anything goes. Handbags, purses, and shoulder bags were made out of anything and everything, becoming a way to express your artistic freedom- or maybe just be a convenient place to hide your bag of marijuana...

I have always considered the 70's as more of a bridge to the 80's, a gentle quieting of the loud and rebellious 60's but not giving way to complacency. Women made huge strides in the 80's, increasing their place in the workforce exponentially. T Heir purses followed suit- literally. Not only did you need a power suit- you needed a power purse. Many were simple in design, but in bold colors and with logos that boasted their ability to now pay for these items on their own.

I began carrying purses in the 90's, when logos were not as important as form and construction. I loved purses with many different compartments to organize my treasures (imagine that). It was a private place, where not even my parents would look.

 Because there is some unspoken rule about purses- you do not enter unless invited. I don't even feel comfortable looking in my girlfriend's purse if she asks me to grab something for her- it feels....weird.

And nothing is funnier than watching a man try to get something out of a purse. They touch it like it has cooties, using their fingertips to ease open the satchel and poke around inside to find what they need. Some just plain refuse to do it, holding the purse open in front of their female counterpart and even turning their head while she rummages through and rolls her eyes...

But through all of these decades, one thing has remained constant- there is just something awesome about purchasing a new purse. The process of transferring the contents from one bag to the other is almost a ritual, and it takes a little bit of time to decide how to arrange things- wallet goes in this section, sunglasses here. Should I put my powder in the zippered side bag or the pocket on the other side? And where should my cell phone, Advil, band-aids, lip gloss, checkbook, kleenex, hand sanitizer, and kitchen sink go?

This morning I performed this ritual, a little giddy about how my new purse matched my outfit for today perfectly. It is a Black Friday deal that allowed me to only pay $25 for a $100 black leather bag. The design is very "me"- simple but roomy, with enough compartments inside to squelch my need for organization. I added a scarf to the side to liven it up a bit, but I swear I tied it on four different ways before settling on which corner of the purse it looks best.

So much for "simple", I guess...

Tonight's picture celebrates the purse, and all that it symbolizes. I read somewhere that the purse still represents the womb, and therefore putting anything inside of it represents intercourse. Huh. I put a lot of stuff inside my purse this morning....

Day 338

Simply put, I am happy to see my pillow tonight. I love to sleep,and look forward to bedtime each night. I like the quiet stillness that ends my day, tucked beneath my down comforter and a dog or two curled by my side.

And ok yes, I like playing Candy Crush on my IPad in bed as well...

Tonight's picture represents the importance of rest, and the love of a rectangular piece of fabric filled with fluff. May you rest your own head in peace and tranquility tonight, knowing that tomorrow is a new day.

Day 337

Music has always been a part of my life, most especially as I was growing up. It started at the age of about three or four years old, when I was finally big enough to actually reach the keys on the piano. My aunt happened to be a piano teacher and taught lessons at our house, since we had an upright grand piano. I watched her students come and go, longing for my own chance to learn how to make a melody erupt from the depths of the beautiful wooden instrument.

I finally got my chance, and practiced diligently. I continued with piano lessons through about third grade, when we moved from Columbus to Dayton, Ohio. By that point I had graduated from my aunt to the stereotypical type of instructor- an older lady who unfortunately drained all the fun out of making music. I hated being told what to play, as well as how and when to play it. I felt restrained, and was fearful of the piano becoming something I dreaded rather than loved.

So when we moved to Dayton, I told my mom that I didn't want to continue formal lessons. But that didn't mean I stopped playing. I knew the basics at this point, and self taught myself the rest- but on my terms. I continued to dabble in the classics, but also turned to Joplin (Scott, not Janis...)and modern sheet music, eventually adding my voice to the notes my fingers played.

I joined the choir in elementary school, and stuck with that all through high school. I sang in both the traditional choir and show choir, with some dabbling in piano and directing over the years as it allowed. I loved everything about choir, and looked forward to it every day. I was fortunate to have an amazing director, and even more amazing peers, and together we won many awards and exceeded rankings of some college choirs by the time we graduated.

Whenever I was happy, sad, angry, depressed, etc. I turned to that same piano I first played on as a toddler. I poured my emotions into the keys and the songs, allowing my brain or heart to disconnect, heal, or swell depending on the occasion. That piano now sits in my own living room, a symbol of such a large part of my life, a touchstone that still can calm my spirit just by sitting down at the bench.

Tonight, the 11-year old had his first choir concert. He hadn't said much about choir class up until this point, aside from pointing out that he now understands what my tattoo (a treble clef) actually means...so I wasn't sure what to expect when we went. Would he be the kid that stood there awkwardly and barely moved his mouth? I hadn't even heard him practicing at home, something I did over and over and over in my younger years- but of course, my "issues" did not just emerge as an adult... How engaged was he in this class? Was he just going through the motions?

As the children filed onto the stage, I was immediately hit by how excited my son looked. Maybe there was a tiny bit of nerves there too, but overall he was smiling and looked excited about getting started. My husband, mother, and girlfriend all held our breaths as the music started, hoping that the majority of kids could at least carry a tune.

And boy did they. I have always had a very critical ear for pitch, tone, and harmony, something that helped me tremendously in my younger years. And although they weren't' perfect, and most of the songs didn't require much harmony, I was impressed at their overall performance.

But the greatest part was watching the 11-year old. I know that every parent there was naturally watching their own kid, but I have to say that mine was pretty darn cute. He is a bass, and was placed directly in the middle of the crowded risers on stage. As the music started and the children began to sing, I saw my son transform into something that I recognized on such a personal level I literally started smiling, laughing, and crying at the same time.

His eyes never left the director, and I swear he looked like a little red-headed, freckle-faced Stevie Wonder up there. He was totally into a zone, moving his head and making facial expressions that my showchoir director and choreographer would have been proud of. He wasn't just going through the motions- he was really singing. And enjoying it.

Tonight's picture represents the power of music. Yeah, most of us sing in the shower. Some of us sing while we vacuum, or do yardwork. We all have favorite songs or types of music that we relate to. But for some, singing is more than that. It's a way of not only expressing yourself but working with other people to make something beautiful. I always enjoyed singing with others way better than singing on my own. There's nothing more magical to me than making perfect harmony with someone else (have you ever listened to Pentatonix?! If not you should check them out)- it's so much harder than you think. Who knows if the 11-year old will continue on with choir. Maybe it will be like my piano lessons, and he will make his own path. But I hope he never stops singing, and finding that place inside that music touches and sets free.

Day 336

That's right. It's almost a week after Thanksgiving and I'm still eating leftovers for dinner. And I'm loving every carbohydrate-filled, gravy-sodden bite.

Some people (including my husband and son) are not leftover fans. Not me. I can eat the same thing for days at a time if it tastes good. And let's face it- put enough gravy on anything and it tastes good. I don't need the turkey hidden in a casserole or soup, taking the downward trip from star of the table to "maybe if I add enough noodles and vegetables they won't notice it's leftover turkey" status.

With 19 people at our table this year, we had two turkeys. I carved one of them, so I feel a special connection to it I guess. Ok I'll be honest- I didn't really carve the turkey. That makes it sound like such an elegant process. My attempt was more of a..."cutting" endeavor, with maybe a touch of "hacking" and "where-the-hell-is-the damn-joint-I'm-supposed-to-be-able-to-cut-through" as well...

But in the end, it all goes to the same place, right? Right- my thighs.Oh well. I figure the sooner I eat it, the sooner it's out of my house and no longer tempting me (that's the same excuse I give myself for eating half a bag of Oreos at a time as well).

Tonight's picture celebrates holiday leftovers. And gravy. I am thankful to live a life where there are leftovers instead of not enough, and that doesn't just mean food. I try not take food for granted, which is one of the reasons I think eating leftovers for days doesn't bother me. So don't waste those meals- it's true what your mother said, you know. There really are starving children in Africa who would love to have your cornbread stuffing or cranberry relish. But the sad truth is there's also starving kids in your own neighborhood probably. Count your blessings if you are warm tonight and have a full belly as you tuck in for the evening. I know I will.

Day 335

And so another season of sports begins. Basketball has arrived, my son's favorite of the year. He drug out a pair of shorts and his basketball shoes, and was ready to go a full hour before we needed to leave.

We play in a rec league, but one where I feel he gets challenged enough. He's had the same coach now for at least 4 years, maybe 5. He's a great coach, one the boys look forward to working with and for- something that as a parent I am very thankful for.

One by one, they filed into the gymnasium, giving each other high fives and shoulder bumps. Most are familiar faces, having crossed paths at some point before now. Some see each other at school every day, some haven't seen the other since the end of football, and there are a few new faces introduced into the mix.

The parents have their own reunion, catching up on what's new with each other and our families since the last time we met on a field or in a gym. One boy came straight to basketball from lacrosse practice, and walked over to deposit his cup in his mom's lap. And it wasn't his drinking cup... We giggle about how the boys are at what I described as the "gangly" stage- all elbows and knees, with long arms or legs that the rest of their body hasn't caught up with yet.

The first few rounds of drills were full of cobwebs and rust, but I think that's to be expected. By the end of the hour they were starting to get their groove, and you could see the disappointment on their faces when the coach told them it was time for practice to end.

Tonight's picture represents working the kinks out of something you haven't done in a while, and reuniting with friends and teammates. Not everything is "like riding a bike", but with a little elbow grease and some good coaching, it doesn't take long to get the cogs turning again.