Daily Affirmation

Remember the Daily Affirmation on SNL with Stuart Smalley? "Because I'm good enough, I'm smart enough, and, doggonit, people like me!"
Well. One day a few months ago, my beautiful friend Kristen reminded me of the part in the Grinch movie when he's looking at himself in the mirror and sings out "Fabulous!!!" Ever since she brought this up, I honestly cannot pass a mirror without singing out in my head "fabulous!!" Now I am so NOT vain...see previous post where I mention that one of my big faults is always being an Eeyore. Given the opportunity I could pick apart everything about myself and whine whine whine. BUT now, thanks to Kristen, I look in the mirror and sing "Fabulous!" Try it. It's stupendously fun.

Life is Good

I saw this story on the Today Show this morning. Couple of guys made a t-shirt with this picture on it, and, of course, ended up making millions.
This resonated with me though. I am, by nature, a pessimist. I don't like this about myself. It isn't attractive. I constantly struggle with seeing the glass half-empty, expecting the worst, being frustrated with my lot. I did jump on the "gratitude journal" bandwagon a few years ago and did it every day for, oh, a week. Then once a month. Then stopped. You know how it goes.
However, if one chooses to say "life is good" every day, wouldn't you think that life would actually BE good? They interviewed tons of people who went to chemo,weathered natural disasters etc while wearing these shirts. I googled it, went to their website, only to discover to my dismay that one t-shirt would set me back THIRTY DOLLARS. What the heck is that?
So. I plan to start every day from now on saying "Life Is Good!" Won't take five minutes like picking up a pen and journal. Only takes about 1.5 seconds to say it! My beautiful friend Kristen does this, I'm sure. I want to be just like her :)

Family Pictures

Jillian is off to college in 3 weeks, so we had family pictures taken at Target on Friday. Usually I'm happy with my budget Target pics. Not.This.Time. I've been known to drop 50 bucks on a million "I have to have them all! Pictures of Grace!" With my coupon, I spent $15 on these ones. Perhaps the fact that Tyler has a demon-like look in his eyes is part of the problem?? Or that the little girl taking the pictures couldn't manage to see that Andrew's glasses were putting off a glare? Isn't that her job???
Oh well. We're saved in print for posterity. And I'm done with the "What the heck are we going to WEAR that we already have that doesn't have too much pattern on it so I don't have to drop $$$ on buying everyone matching shirts!!" That's all that matters!

Serving our Country

This is my Dad in his Air Force Uniform. I have no idea of the date this was taken. There is no one left to ask. My dad has been diagnosed with Lewy Body Dementia, and has been rapidly declining in the past few months. It has been unbearably brutal to watch this proud man lose his memory, coordination and power of speech. He is one of the most witty, intelligent, hard working people I've ever known. I love him. He never lectured us. He would just make a few comments, and then go about his business. We learned by his quiet example.
We've been talking a lot about the military around our dinner table this past week. My nephew just got on a plane last Sunday to enter the Marines. It's a bitter-sweet time for his family. It's part of life to see our kids grow up and we expect them to move on in some fashion...but my nephew chose to serve our country. Like his Grandpa. It takes a certain kind of courage, resolve, dare I say hardiness to make this choice. I for one, am very proud of this boy. I'm guessing that now that he's survived his first week of boot-camp, we'll have to call him a man.
We're thinking about you every day Sam. And praying for you to have the physical and emotional strength to continue to do your best!

Why do it?

Recently my sister asked me, "Why the blog? Why?" I didn't really have a great answer for her. Then I read this recently in a magazine:
"Creating a blog is more than just flinging your diary open for the world to see. A blog can bring you a circle of friends, an amazing sense of confidence, and a safe space to discover who you truly are."
Hey! So that's what we're doing? Ok.

He's Home!

My boy is home. After almost a month away from home...I missed him so much. He's having a little trouble "re-entering" the real world, and speaking English! We had such a good time at the Banquet Tuesday night...they asked him to emcee with a couple of other students. It was amazing to me how much he had progressed and learned. I'm so proud of him for grabbing this opportunity and making the most of it! We're having fun pestering him to translate things into Chinese..."Hey Ry! Say 'I'm hungry and it's time for dinner"...or if you're Tyler, "Hey Ry! Say 'I want a monkey for my birthday!" He's good-naturedly obliging us for now...we'll see how long we can keep it up before he snaps!

Change in Plans

I've been surfing blogs today. One person posted a question: 20 years ago, what did you think you'd be doing now? Hmmm. Got me thinking.
You know, when I graduated High School, the most important thing to me was what I'd be WEARING to whatever job I had. This was seriously a deal breaker to me. I actually was hired by Lagoon when I was 15, but got put on a food cart on the main fairway, and once I heard that I was required to wear black polyester pants and a purple polyester shirt...ummm yeah. I'm ashamed to say that I declined to work there that summer and stayed home and stripped my mom's kitchen cupboards and chairs instead.
I was lucky enough to score a clerk job at IBM my senior year of High School. This rocked. I wore skirts and fantastic high heels. I loved it. This was what I thought I was destined for...an office job where I could wear beautiful clothes.
Am I shallow? Probably. I wanted to be a nurse too. I was fine with wearing scrubs...everyone in the medical field wears them, and you can individualize with prints. They aren't glamorous, but are very comfy. I figured that I could still have cute clothes to wear off the job. But the mere idea of trying to pass chemistry and math classes made me cry. So I never tried.
So. I'm sitting here as a full-time mom wearing a black cotton t-shirt and black cotton shorts that have a picture of Disney's Thumper on the leg. From the WalMart. Wash and wear. Not exactly what I pictured for myself 20 years ago: )
And, funnily enough, I'm sitting here with the same "what do I want to be when I grow up" issues that I was contemplating 2o years ago. Needing to get a job, wondering what the outfit requirements will be...
So are you where you thought you'd be? Is your life all you dreamed it would be? Are you wearing the outfits you thought you'd wear? Inquiring minds want to know!