Come on in... sit down, and have a cup of dare!

Come on in... sit down, and have a cup of dare!
The Dare Chair... scroll down the page to find out what this chair is all about!

Quote of the Week

"Happiness is like a kiss. You must share it to enjoy it." ~Bernard Meltzer

Get Your Groove On! Choose any song you wish, and start dancing in the kitchen!


Wednesday, December 24, 2008


Charity begins at home,

and justice begins next door.



~ Charles Dickens, English Novelist, 1812-1870

Friday, November 28, 2008

Pack Your Suitcase


I decided to get a jump start and achieve my New Year's resolution before the New Year begins; well, hopefully be close, anyway. Twenty pounds... those twenty pounds that I keep losing. Funny thing, they always seem to miss me, and hence, find me. I don't like them, and surely do not miss them when they are gone, but evidently they have become quite attached to me. (Particularly to my thighs, butt and hips.)


So, I decided to try a new exercise routine. I bought Jillian Michaels' 30 Day Shred DVD. Perfect! It's about 30 days until the holidays. I will conquer that yearly resolution BEFORE New Year's Day! Ha!


I read the DVD cover. Three levels of 20 minute workouts. Just 20 minutes a day! Yeah, right. What can 20 minutes possibly accomplish? Heck, I should just start at level 2; I've been on the Nordic Track now and again; I'm sure level 1 is for wimps.


Okay, so I wasn't feeling overly ambitious, and therefore would start with level 1. Jumping jacks, running in place, abdominal work, push-ups... not bad. Seriously, what good will 20 minutes do?


Well, here's the deal... I felt like Jello when I was done with the "measly" 20 minute workout, and was quite certain that I would not be able to raise my arms above my head, or pick up anything that would fall onto the floor the next day. What in the world? How could this be?


The next day, I got out of bed, and awoke quickly as pain shot through my calves! Youch! I could not believe how much pain I was in! All from jumping jacks, push-ups, and abdominal work... just 20 minutes of it? Hmm.... maybe the 30 day promise has some merit to it. I am hopeful!


I have pushed through the pain each day to accomplish the 20 minutes towards my goal. I must admit that I walk funny these days, and bending down to get something out of a cupboard, or getting in and out of chairs, is now accompanied with slight shrieks of pain. I am hopeful that the pain will subside... SOON! My 16 year-old daughter did the workout with me, and couldn't keep up with her old mom. Her misery was cause for celebration! I thought I was way out of shape, and wimpy since it was just 20 minutes of simple exercises! Since that skinny, little thing was in agony, it meant that I was in better shape than I thought. WooHoo!


Be afraid, 20 pounds, be very afraid. Pack your suitcase; I WILL lose you, and you will not be able to find me again!


Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Truth?







Maybe it is the media



that has us divided.






Let Your Voice Be Heard


Please take time to vote today. It breaks my heart when people take voting for granted. The right to vote is a privilege that many people fought for. Use your power... VOTE!

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Have No Fear...


I am fairly certain
that given
a cape
and a tiara,
I could save the world.
:)
(Okay... I cannot take credit for this cute quote. I found it in "Signals" catalog.)

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Good Ol' Charles


A person who can't pay gets another person who can't pay to guarantee that he can pay. Like a person with two wooden legs getting another person with two wooden legs to guarantee that he has got two natural legs. It don't make either of them able to do a walking-match.




Hmmm.... sounds like we need Charles Dickens in government!

Quiet as an Owl


I teach at a school on an Indian Reservation. Each day, an Ojibwe language teacher comes into my class to teach Ojibwe. I am Ojibwe illiterate, I admit. I am trying to learn about their culture and customs, and am fully aware of my ignorance.


So, the other day, the language teacher suddenly appears in my classroom. I was taking attendance, and did not hear her arrive. Startled, I said, "Joyce! I didn't even hear you come in!" Then, in all of my cultural wisdom added, "You came in as quiet as an owl!" I'm thinking to myself, "Yeah, way to go, Lisa. Way to bring in the owl, since owls are silent when they fly, and since the Native American culture holds animals in high regard! Way to earn some 'brownie points'!!!"


Joyce looked at me and said, "Oh. Well, in our culture, owls are bad luck."


Oh maaaannn!!!! I blew it. I had insulted the culture teacher. Great. I gave her the "deer-in-the-headlight" look and meekly replied, "Oh. Well in my culture, owls are very wise."


"What culture are you from, Mrs. Johnson?," asked one of my students.


"Ahhh.... American," I said as I headed for the door.


The next day, everywhere I turned, it seemed I was running into an owl. Key chains, signs... you name it. When my little boy arrived home, I opened the door to a huge grin on his face, and a huge OWL HAT on his head!


Saturday, September 20, 2008

Shine


Beauty is how you feel inside,

and it reflects in your eyes.

It is not something physical.



That's easy for her to say! ;)

I do agree though. Let your beauty shine, from the inside out!

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Conniptions




There is something that I don't handle well.

I never have, and tonight it was proven that I still do not...

at all.

What is it?
Vomit.
All of you moms out there know it comes with the territory; it's inevitable. It doesn't mean however, that we all handle it with the grace of June Cleaver.

Brynn, my 4 year-old was exhausted tonight. She suddenly complained of a stomach ache at bedtime. She is my fourth child, so my first instinct was to quickly say, "Do you feel like you're going to throw up?" Actually, it is quite amazing how just the thought of it makes me drop everything and turn in a flash, preparing to scoop up a queasy child, and sprint to the toilet. If there was an Olympic race of rushing sick kids to the bathroom, I'm sure I would be a contender for the gold. You see, cleaning up vomit is ... it's... well, I simply cannot convey how much I detest it.
So, after Brynn assured me she wasn't going to toss her cookies, I breathed a sigh of relief, chalked it up to exhaustion from starting a new school year, and tucked her in.

Right!

A few minutes later, I heard the pitter-patter of little feet scurrying down the hallway, followed by a weak, "Mommy?!" It is fascinating how a mother just knows things. I looked at Brynn and yelled, "Run to the toilet!!!!" She turned around and ran down the hall, vomiting all the way. She made the corner, and planted one last gigantic hurl in the bathroom. All the while, this tired, frazzled mom is yelling, "Nooooooooo!!!!!!!!!! Oh #*%#" Then there was 5 year-old Jack, making all sorts of disgusting sounds as he watched the entertainment in the hallway. I hollered at him to close the door and get in bed. Within the next two minutes he needed a band-aid and a glass of water, and.... "Can't you see what I am cleaning up?!," followed by, "I wouldn't ask Mommy for anything right now if I were you!"

Well, there you have it; the confessions of a mom who blew it. I could have handled the situation so much better. I was feeling really guilty about it, when something suddenly dawned on me. Every one of my kids have now witnessed one of my Vomit Conniptions. There was the time my son threw up over his bed. He was on the top bunk. Mmm Hmm. I know another involved a car; and then there was the new carpet. So, I decided that it is because of these conniptions, that my kids are now such good patients. You see, I'm a great nurse when there is a bucket, a can of Lysol, and Kleenex. The kids never even have to leave their beds! We have a great system down, and I stay calm as can be. June Cleaver would be proud!


As for the conniptions...


I'll be sure to pack terrific therapists' business cards in their suitcases when they head off on their own.



Saturday, September 6, 2008

At the Bus Stop


The other day, Jack decided that he needed to bring his Kinder-mat to school. I knew they had rest time in the afternoon, and he said the mat he had used was dirty, so I was fine with him bringing his own.

As the bus was coming to a complete stop, Jack decided that he really didn't want to bring his mat anymore. So, without saying a word, he turned around and made a jolt for home at full speed. Now, I'm going to let you in on a little family information... Jack's 14 year-old brother, Blake, does not think the things a 5 year-old brother does are amusing, cute, or adorable in any way, shape, or form. Having said that, picture this: Jack is high-tailing it down the street with Blake chasing him, angry as can be, while a busload of kids are watching and waiting, fully amused. Blake caught up with Jack, picked him up, back pack, Kinder-mat, and all, and carried him back to the bus, as Jack was kicking and screaming the entire way. You see, Jack had it in his mind that he would just run home, drop off the mat, and all would be well. Unfortunately, no one else saw it that way, especially his big brother.

I'm not sure how many shades of red Blake's face was when he got on the bus, and walked that long aisle to the back. I'd venture to guess that it probably was just as red as when he got to class and found that the story had already spread. Being a freshman is hard enough without your little brother giving "ammo" to the upper classmen!
Poor Blake.
I probably didn't help any...

I couldn't stop laughing.

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Beautiful Things



Blessed are they who see beautiful things in humble places where other people see nothing.




Camille Pissarro, French Artist, 1830-1903

I'm Still Here...

I know... I know... "Where in the world have you been?"

I'm sorry; I have not wanted to neglect this creative outlet of mine, trust me! Life has taken over and sucked away free moments for creative thoughts. There have been a few times lately when I fully intended on updating the blog, but my creative creek had run dry. I started teaching full time... actually, more than full time! 10-11 hour days, plus homework and family. I plan on having my students start a blog. I've got many ideas floating in my mind. Once it's up and running, I'll post a link.

Supper is on (FINALLY), little ones are bathed, and there is a hair color crisis going on with my 16 year-old daughter. Gotta run.

Enjoy the last days of summer, and Welcome Back to all of the teachers and students!

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Reentry


Last week I traveled to Chicago. I absolutely love Chicago. Now I must admit that I had to drag my husband and teenage son there, but my 16 year-old daughter was as excited as I was to go. You see, my husband is a truck driver, and the only thing he knew of Chicago was traffic and loading docks; his view was tainted. We went with just our oldest kids, and left our 4 & 5 year-old kids with Grandma Bunny and "Auntie" Rachel. Prior to our trip I would sit and imagine what it was going to be like to have uninterrupted dinner conversations. Ahhhh...


I must say it was wonderful. Michigan Avenue, Navy Pier, Medieval Times dinner theater, shopping and peaceful dinners. It was quite a treat. My personal favorite was the Art Institute. If you ever get a chance to go, please do not pass up the opportunity. The artwork I saw took my breath away, and I must admit brought tears to my eyes. It was so amazing. I fully expected to find a treasure to take home at the gift shop, but after seeing Monet and Renoir originals, what could possibly compare? I walked out with nothing; just seeing the works of beauty was gift enough.


The day we got home, I picked up Jack and Brynn and headed to Pizza Hut. The kids took a shot at winning a stuffed animal from the Claw Machine, and to no surprise to me, they didn't win. I tried to warn them ahead of time, but it was to no avail. Brynn, who was extremely tired, had an absolute meltdown. The dear manager felt sorry for her, so he gave them each 50 cents to try again. Great. It's not that I didn't appreciate his generosity, it's just that she was finally starting to calm down, and I'm sure all you mothers can predict the outcome. Yep, you're right... no animal... total meltdown once again.


As I was standing waiting for service, I looked at the lady standing next to me. "Yesterday," I said, "I was at the Art Institute in Chicago looking at original paintings by Van Gough, Renoir.... Monet and Degas,"(whom by the way painted the ballerinas at the Paris Opera House... you know... the Phantom of the Opera setting... my favorite movie of all time!!!). As I am telling her this, Brynn is still wailing on the bench behind me. "I'll take a martini to go," I said.


She laughed.

I decided that reentry is tough.
I've started to readjust to reality. When things get hectic, I just close my eyes and picture the breathtaking artwork I saw... it is truly a feast for the eyes, and music to the soul.

As hard as reentry sometime is, I must say that it is good to be home. Nothing can compare to big hugs, lots of kisses, and a ton of "I love yous."

Monday, August 11, 2008

Trying to Take My Own Advice


Yesterday I wrote about ignoring the things that bug you, and paying attention to the things that truly matter.


I am trying to do just that.


I am really, truly trying to pay attention... through clenched teeth.


What happens when the things that bug you are so loud that you cannot hear the quiet little voices of beauty? You know, when the annoying inconveniences are yelling, screaming, grabbing your attention. How can you concentrate on the beautiful symphonies of life?
You are probably wondering what is going on. Oh, just the simple frustrations of motherhood. You know... repeating commands to no avail, sticky floors, revolving messes, kids taking 2 hours to eat a perfectly good meal, whining, tattling, and so on. Let me share...


Has anyone ever told you that kids are gross? Especially boys. I don't know... I think those girls are onto something with the whole "boys have cooties" thing. My 5 1/2 year-old son has decided lately that wiping, flushing, and the washing of grubby hands after using the toilet, are no longer necessary duties in his daily routine. GROSS! This is the same kid who will change his clothes if they get a bit dirty! What's with that?! After picking at his food at the kitchen table for about AN HOUR, Jack needed to use the bathroom. He came back, and started to eat. Wait a minute... no flushing sound, no water. GROSS! I marched him back to the bathroom while giving him the, "You can make everyone in this family very, very sick...." speech. He shrugged it off, washed his hands, then started picking at his cold, sorry dinner. As I was putting away clean towels, I noticed Brynn's toothbrush and toothpaste in the sink... not on the counter top, but IN the sink.(Why on earth should it be put back in the medicine cabinet? It's just going to be needed tomorrow, anyway.) Then it dawned on me... "JAAAACCKK! Was Brynn's toothbrush in the sink when you washed your hands????!!!" Okay ladies, you've all witnessed the look. The, "Yeah... so... what's the big deal?" look. GROSS!!!!


That's it.

Kids are gross.

The toothbrush is in the garbage.

I'm trying to pay attention.

Saturday, August 9, 2008

Pay Attention!




If I'm not


happy


in this time,


in this place...




I'm not paying attention.


~Jodi Hills




This rings true for me. If I'm not happy right where I am at, I am not paying attention to the things that truly matter. I find that I pay too much attention to the things that annoy me, such as dirty dishes in the sink, messy kids' rooms, dirty toilets AGAIN, and my thunder thighs. I need to pay more attention to giggles, hugs, teenage humor, sunshine, great wine, good food, and fantastic conversation. I must admit that I usually do cherish these gifts, but still, I do give too much attention to the things that bug me. So ladies and gentlemen, lets put our rose colored glasses on and enjoy the moment and the beauty that surrounds us.

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Are We There Yet?


I am quite amazed at the rate of speed time travels. Where did June and July go? Summers seemed so long when I was a kid, but now... YIKES! They go way too fast!


I have had some great adventures this summer. One of them included traveling across the U.S. to Washington state with two teenagers, and a 4 & 5 year old! I made it home with most of my mind. I may have lost a few marbles along the way, but they weren't the prettiest marbles anyways.


Actually, the kids were great. My 16 year-old daughter and I fell in love with Seattle. What a beautiful city. Give me a condo down by the Market, and I will be one happy woman! My daughter has her sights set on that town. Looks like I'll get to visit quite often!


We had a wonderful reunion with my husband's side of the family. It was a fantastic visit, and we were treated like royalty. Thank you Aunt Janet and Uncle Nate! It was a huge treat for me... I got to hang out in Seattle for the day with my daughter, sisters-in-law and my mother-in-law. It was a perfect day, one that I will remember for a very long time. Lunch out on the deck at Fisherman's, and not a cloud in the sky. Mmm Hmmm.... Life is Good!


We got to visit family on the way home as well. That is always a treat. One great memory was the coffee visit at a truck stop in Idaho. I got to meet two of my dear friends, Deb and Roxan, on our way through Idaho. I talk to Deb every week, but haven't been able to see her for 5 years. It was very surreal sitting in a booth, visiting. I want to go back.


We saw some amazing country as we traveled across the great U.S. of A., but as wonderful as it all was, it is always nice to come home.


My next adventure... Chicago!

Monday, July 7, 2008

Ahhh... Summertime!


Isn't it funny how the more time we have, the less we accomplish? That does not ring true for all, but it certainly does for me. I am enjoying the lazy, hazy days of summer... very much! I will find any excuse I can to sit on the deck with a cup of coffee and watch time pass. I love watching my kids run through the sprinkler, or my older kids take off with friends. Summer is definitely a good thing!


I will be taking a blogging break for a couple of weeks. I know... it's not like I've been keeping it up this summer anyway! Remember.... lazy is the key word in "lazy, hazy days of summer!" I'll catch up with you all later. In the meantime, ignite your hope, your adventurous spirit, your romance, your friendships. Enjoy the sunshine... run through the sprinkler, roast marshmallows, or lay down in your yard and watch the clouds. I guarantee that it will make you smile.


Happy summertime to you all.

Hope




Hope

is a

waking

dream.




Aristotle


Greek Philosopher


384-322 BC




Keep your hope alive... every moment.

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

God Bless the Freedom Riders


I wanted to remind you of some very brave heroes. Thank you, Freedom Riders, from the bottom of my heart. May we never forget...
(Please click on "very brave heroes")

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Today is Lou Gehrig's Birthday... let us never forget him.


Lou Gehrig's Farewll Speech

"Fans, for the past two weeks you have been reading about the bad break I got. Yet today I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of this earth. I have been in ballparks for seventeen years and have never received anything but kindness and encouragement from you fans.

"Look at these grand men. Which of you wouldn't consider it the highlight of his career just to associate with them for even one day? Sure, I'm lucky. Who wouldn't consider it an honor to have known Jacob Ruppert? Also, the builder of baseball's greatest empire, Ed Barrow? To have spent six years with that wonderful little fellow, Miller Huggins? Then to have spent the next nine years with that outstanding leader, that smart student of psychology, the best manager in baseball today, Joe McCarthy? Sure, I'm lucky.

"When the New York Giants, a team you would give your right arm to beat, and vice versa, sends you a gift - that's something. When everybody down to the groundskeepers and those boys in white coats remember you with trophies - that's something. When you have a wonderful mother-in-law who takes sides with you in squabbles with her own daughter - that's something. When you have a father and a mother who work all their lives so you can have an education and build your body - it's a blessing. When you have a wife who has been a tower of strength and shown more courage than you dreamed existed - that's the finest I know. "So I close in saying that I may have had a tough break, but I have an awful lot to live for."

Monday, June 9, 2008

Just a little update...

There is so much I want to share, but I don't have the time right now! In a nutshell, God has put me exactly where He wants me. The pieces all fit together, and it amazes me. I'll fill you in on the details later, but I must tell you this.... I am the new 5th grade teacher at the school I told you about last month... the school on the Reservation!! I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that it is where I am supposed to be.

I'm off to a Reading Conference, but will give you the details when I get back. While I'm away, take a seat in the Dare Chair. I'm sure there is an adventure calling your name!

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

Oops


We got a "new to us" car today. My daughter is thrilled because, heaven forbid should a 16 year-old, with a driver's license, ever be caught dead riding the bus to school! I am happy to report that no, she has not actually died of embarrassment.


She got to take the car out for the first time by herself tonight. (That was after I showed up at school, with the windows down, and Crank Dat Soulja Boy jammin'. This chick tries to be cool for her kids!) So, she was all set to go. She started the car, put her right arm behind the passenger's seat, looking back as she stepped on the gas to back up. She went forward! Let me just say, I am relishing in the sight of that one! Yes, I was there watching, and laughing my head off!


I now have some new ammunition.


Ammunition is a good thing to have when dealing with teenagers.


I am still laughing.

Friday, May 23, 2008

Refining Fire


I must admit, I am amazed.

I was confused.

Now it is all clear.


The subbing job that I told you about, on the Reservation, has been the hardest job I have ever had in my life. I was shocked, I cried, and I must sadly admit that I never wanted to work there, even if I was paid a million dollars.


Fast forward 3 weeks...


I LOVE IT!!!!!


"WHAT?!," you say?


Yes, I love it. I was put through the refining fire by the students, and I have arrived on the other side, molded, strong, and shining. I understand why they tested me and did not trust me just because I am a teacher. I actually have a respect for their tests. Their trust does not come easily. I feel like I have won a medal worth far more than any medal Hollywood could give. I have won the respect of middle school children who have been through far more in their short lives than I have. They hold onto their trust, and do not give it away easily; you must earn it... every bit of it.


Yesterday, two 8th graders thanked me for taking their teacher's place. Their gift of thanks meant the world to me... it brought tears to my eyes. That thanks was hard-earned. I will never forget that feeling.


I adore the kids that have been in my classes. I hope to watch them grow, explore, and succeed. They taught me a whole lot in 3 weeks. I am sad that I only have one week left with them.


They will truly be missed.

Monday, May 19, 2008

God's File







God is using his giant file on me today, and it hurts. He is molding me, filing down my rough edges, and hopefully, is creating a masterpiece.






I found out today that I did not get a teaching job that I had oh, so desperately wanted. Many tears have fallen today, but do you want to know something funny? I actually had a really good day teaching at the challenging subbing job I told you about last week. I figure that either:



a. The kids knew I was hurting and let up on their hurtful remarks and attitudes



or



b. The kids are starting to treat me like a teacher, and not a substitute.



All I know, is that for the most part, they were very enjoyable today! There is light at the end of the tunnel!!






As far as the job goes, I will choose to trust that God is placing me right where He wants me. I will go where he sends me because you see, I would rather be in the most challenging job of my life, and be in the center of His will, than be at an easier job, and be out of His will.






So the next time you see me, I may be a bit smoother in spots, due to God's filing. My band-aids may be showing, but something tells me I will be more beautiful in places that really matter.

Saturday, May 10, 2008

Speechless


I'm actually at a loss for words other than, "Where's her super-hero cape?" (Click on Check this out to find out why.)


I'll Be Fine




It's time to start gathering my pieces, and find my welder...


If you like Susan Mrosek's work, check out her website. http://www.ponderingpool.com/

Friday, May 9, 2008

Hope


This is one of the most beautiful quotes I have ever read. It really hits home for me right now. Let me tell you why...


I am substitute teaching in a Middle School that happens to be in a poverty stricken area. It is by far the most challenging job I have ever had. I don't think the differences I have seen in behavior are due to the difference in culture, because the culture in this area teaches respect and honor... their true culture and teachings are beautiful; I think the differences are due to poverty. After just eight days of teaching, I have realized that there are extreme highs, and extreme lows. No day ever seems to be without its drama, but there are days that are exciting and incredibly joyful; days that make me feel like I'm on top of the world. And then there are days that bring me to tears; days when I feel like my spirit is being crushed. I must say, a lot of wonderful things have happened in this classroom. Chaos is gone, order is in place, and respect is slowly showing its beautiful face.


Each day I post a quote of the day on the chalkboard. I stumbled across this one, and it immediately took my breath away. It is what I want so badly for the kids in the classes I am teaching. I want them to find their hope...

The very least you can do in your life is to figure out what you hope for. And the most you can do is live inside that hope. Not admire it from a distance but live right in it, under its roof.


~ Barbara Kingsolver, American Novelist , 1955-


Go ahead...build your house of hope... I dare you. ~Lisa

Sunday, May 4, 2008

The Beautiful Sound of Freedom...


This story makes my heart explode with joy. Wonderful things are happening...
(Please click on "This story")

Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Conquer Fear




"Knowledge

is an

antidote

to

fear."






—Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet,

1803-0882

Sunday, April 27, 2008

Friday, April 25, 2008

A Light Bulb Moment


So, there was a gathering at my son's school yesterday. Games, food, the works; sounded like a good time. After a day at Middle School, Blake came home. I was expecting to take him, along with my little ones to the event at his school. Being the 13 year-old that he is, he decided he didn't feel like going, but assured me that I could go along with his younger brother and sister. He wasn't sure which friends were going, and wasn't really in the mood anyway.


He kept asking me if I was going, and I wasn't sure if I wanted to or not since he mentioned that the games probably wouldn't be for little kids. Two more times, he asked me if I was going. I said, "Blake, I'll gladly go if you want to." He didn't show much interest. Finally, after the third or fourth time asking me if I was going, a little light bulb went off in my head.


"Ooohhhh.... I get it! It's not that you don't want to go... it's that you want to go, but not with me!!"


Ouch!


I've always celebrated along with my kids when they are able to spread their wings and fly. I get excited for them and for the experiences they will have. But I must say this one hurt. Why was this one different, you ask?


The event was Family Night.



(Don't worry... I am able to laugh about it. He went without me, and escaped any embarrassment a mom and little siblings could possibly cause.)

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

A Poem by Nixon Waterman


What Have We Done Today?

by Nixon Waterman


We shall do much in the years to come,

But what have we done today?

We shall give our gold in a princely sum,

But what did we give today?

We shall lift the heart and dry the tear,

We shall plant a hope in the place of fear,

We shall speak the words of love and cheer,

But what did we speak today?

We shall be so kind in the after while,

But have we been today?

We shall bring to each lonely life a smile,

But what have we brought today?

We shall give to truth a grander birth,

And to steadfast faith a deeper worth,

We shall feed the hungering souls of earth,

But whom have we fed today?


We shall reap such joys in the by and by,

But what have we sown today?

We shall build us mansions in the sky,

But what have we built today?

'Tis sweet in the idle dreams to bask;

But here and now, do we our task?

Yet, this is the thing our souls must ask,

What have we done today?

Friday, April 11, 2008

God Has a Sense of Humor




April 11?


Snow Day?


You've got to be kidding me!



Just when you think you've got things figured out, God throws a snow storm at you in the middle of April!

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

Water


As I mentioned a few days ago, I have had a seat in the Dare Chair. My dare? Eat right, exercise, and shed the winter hibernation weight I packed on over the long winter. I do well with dares, especially when I broadcast them for all of you to read! I am happy to say that my first week is going well, and I can already feel the benefits of taking good care of the body God created for me.


One of the most important things I have learned has to do with drinking enough water. I knew it was important, but will admit I was not a water drinker. A pot of coffee? Yes, most definitely. Clear, pure, life-giving water? No.


I bought a cute, pink, trendy water bottle to help support my new healthy habit of drinking enough water. It has worked; I am drinking water like crazy! Evidently, the formula is this... your weight divided by two equals the number of ounces of water you should consume per day. Let me just say that you will be appreciating indoor plumbing!




Cheers!

Paper Airplanes


Here's a great lesson on thinking outside of the box from SimpleTruths.com.

Enjoy!

Saturday, April 5, 2008

Hibernation


I am putting myself in the Dare Chair today. I've been walking around it lately, looking at it, touching it, but not wanting to plant myself in it.


I'm in it, and I don't like it.


Let me tell you what is going on...


Last year, with a lot of determination and hard work, I lost 25 pounds. I felt wonderful, energetic, and youthful.


Along came winter. Evidently I decided to live like a bear, and pack on the weight for a long, cold winter. Ugh. I put it all back on, and I am so angry! I lack energy, my clothes are very uncomfortable, some don't even fit anymore, and I am frustrated! Can you hear my growl?


So, it is time to get serious and take better care of myself. Is there anyone out there who wants to join me?


It's time to wake up, crawl out of the den, and get some exercise!

Thursday, April 3, 2008

Whose Voice Are You Listening To?


Whose voice do you listen to? When you decide to try something new, step out of your comfort zone, or reach for courage, whose voice do you hear? Your parents'? The voice of a coach, teacher, or friend? Is it positive or negative? Does the voice you hear lift you up, or tear you down?


Let me tell you a story. A couple of years ago, I decided to ski the Birkie. Over 30 miles of hill, after hill, after hill. I was terrified. My own voice kept telling me that I couldn't do it. I constantly had to push the negative thoughts out of my head.


I came across a song that quickly became my Birkie Theme Song. It was perfect. I said the words over and over again as I trudged my way up the hills. I know that it was the words of this song that kept me going all the way to the finish line. I hope they bring inspiration to you as well.


The Voice of Truth by Casting Crowns


Oh,what I would do to have

the kind of faith it takes

To climb out of this boat I'm in

Onto the crashing waves

To step out of my comfort zone

Into the realm of the unknown

Where Jesus is,

And he's holding out his hand

But the waves are calling out my name and they laugh at me

Reminding me of all the times

I've tried before and failed

The waves they keep on telling me time and time again

"Boy, you'll never win, you'll never win."


But the voice of truth tells me a different story

the voice of truth says "do not be afraid!"

and the voice of truth says

"this is for my glory"

Out of all the voices calling out to me

I will choose to listen and believe the voice of truth


Oh, what I would do to have the kind of strength it takes

To stand before a giant with just a sling and a stone

Surrounded by the sound of a thousand warriors shaking in their armor

Wishing they'd have had the strength to stand

But the giant's calling out my name and he laughs at me

Reminding me of all the times I've tried before and failed

The giant keeps on telling me time and time again

"Boy you'll never win, you'll never win."


But the voice of truth tells me a different story

the voice of truth says "do not be afraid!"

and the voice of truth says "this is for my glory"

Out of all the voices calling out to me

I will choose to listen and believe the voice of truth

but the stone was just the right size

to put the giant on the ground

and the waves they don't seem so high

from on top of them looking down

I will soar with the wings of eagles

when I stop and listen to the sound of Jesus

singing over me


But the voice of truth tells me a different story

The voice of truth says do not be afraid

And the voice of truth says this is for my glory

Out of all the voices calling out to me (calling out to me)

I will choose to listen and believe (I will choose to listen and believe)

I will choose to listen and believe the voice of truth

I will listen and believe

I will listen and believe the voice of truth

I will listen and believe

'Cause Jesus you are the voice of
Truth



Who are you listening to?

Choose wisely.

Wednesday, April 2, 2008

Vroom!




My daughter got her license today!!


I am so excited for her, and am also excited that I will now get to hang up my Taxi keys for a while.


Am I nervous? Not really. I know that I need to put her in God's hands. If I fill myself with doubt and worry, that means I am not trusting God. Does that mean nothing bad will never happen? No. But I know this... He gave me everything I need to be her mom, and I have done, and will continue to do my best. My days or nights full of worry will not add a single day to my life, or my daughter's.


I will choose to trust.

I Hope You Dance


I Hope You Dance by Lee Ann Womack


I hope you never lose your sense of wonder

You get your fill to eat

But always keep that hunger

May you never take one single breath for granted

God forbid love ever leave you empty handed


I hope you still feel small

When you stand by the ocean

Whenever one door closes,

I hope one more opens

Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance


I hope you dance

I hope you dance


I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance

Never settle for the path of least resistance

Living might mean taking chances

But they're worth taking


Lovin' might be a mistake

But it's worth making

Don't let some hell bent heart

Leave you bitter

When you come close to selling out

Reconsider

Give the heavens above

More than just a passing glance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance


I hope you dance

(Time is a real and constant motion always)

I hope you dance

(Rolling us along)

I hope you dance

(Tell me who)

I hope you dance

(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)

(Where those years have gone)

Sunday, March 30, 2008

Spring?



I heard more snow is arriving soon...

8 inches of cold, white SNOW! How can that be? It is SPRING, isn't it?

Here's a little bit of summer to help.

Let your eyes soak up the sunshine in the beautiful flowers painted by Susanne Bach. I can almost smell and taste summer just by looking at them.

Summer is coming... believe it, or not!

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Now That I'm 40...


Now that I am officially 40, many friends have had the need to share some "inspiring" quotes, mostly that deal with things drying up, hanging low, or can't remember. The following quote made me smile; my mom sent it. I've always believed in being proud of your age, of acknowledging that every wrinkle was earned, mostly through laughter, hopefully, and of finding the beauty in every age under the sun. Here is the quote...



Some people try to turn back their odometers. Not me! I want people to know
"why" I look this way. I've traveled a long way and some of the
roads weren't paved.







Monday, March 24, 2008

Be Happy


Now and then it's good to pause in our pursuit of happiness and just be happy.


~Guillaume Apollinaire, French Novelist, 1880-1918


I say, be sure to pause every day!

Friday, March 21, 2008

My Friend, Lisa


Here is my dear friend, Lisa. She is the one who gave me a gift I will never forget. Read on...

Thursday, March 20, 2008

Who is Your Hero?


If you had the chance to meet one person, a person you wanted to meet more than anyone else in the whole world, whom would you choose? Oprah, perhaps? A musician, actor, composer, or a favorite author? What about a Nobel Peace Prize winner, or Billy Graham? Maybe it would be Bret Farve... there are so many influential people to choose from.


Let me tell you who I would choose to meet. Without a shadow of a doubt, my choice would most definitely be Greg Mortenson. Those of you who have been loyal readers of my blog will recognize his name; I post his quotes, or stories about his work, often. I call him the Three Cups of Tea Guy; you know, the former mountaineer/military veteran/builder of schools in Pakistan and Afghanistan... The Three Cups of Tea One Man's Mission to Promote Peace... One School at a Time, guy. The man who instantly became my hero as soon as I started reading the book. This is the book that I begged, pleaded, and challenged all of you to read.


Last Wednesday night, I had my breath taken away. I got to meet my hero. Greg was speaking in Duluth, and I was there, front and center. You see, this is what I chose to do to celebrate my 40th birthday. I had planned on going to Las Vegas to see Phantom of the Opera (a true favorite of mine), but as soon as I found out that Greg was going to be in Duluth, there wasn't a doubt in my mind as to what I would choose. My husband was thankful; I saved him a lot of money by going to Duluth for one night vs. Vegas for a few nights and a show!!!


Over 800 people gave a standing ovation to Greg Mortenson when he came onto the stage; obviously, there are many people who admire this man. He received another standing ovation when he was done speaking. I enjoyed every minute, and did not want the night to end. I kept trying to take everything in... every detail, every picture, every word.


An announcement was made that there would be no book signing following the speech due to the large number of people who showed up. The event planners had planned for a much smaller audience; the event had to be moved to the DECC to accommodate everybody! Needless to say, I was a bit sad that I wouldn't be able to thank Greg Mortenson for all that he has done, and to get him to sign my book. When everything was over, my friends and I hung out for a while. We saw Greg talking to some people on the stage. Oh, how I wanted to meet him! My friends started walking out. Too bad. Oh well, I was so incredibly thankful that I was able to see him, and hear his speech; that would be enough.


I was following my friend, Lisa, out the side door. She started walking up the steps to the stage. "You're going up there?!" Did I dare follow her? She looked me straight in the eyes and said, "I'm taking you to him." My heart started pounding. You've got to remember... this is my hero. This is the ONE person in the WHOLE WORLD I would choose to meet. This was my chance. I don't remember breathing. You see, my friend Suzee is the one who reminds me to breathe when I get anxious, and she wasn't with me. Well, we went up on stage, walked up to Greg, Lisa pulled me in front of her as she stepped back. That act of friendship alone, brings tears to my eyes as I type this. Lisa knows me so well... well enough to know that this was the greatest gift I could possibly ask for. She gave me the opportunity to meet my hero.


I'm not sure if I can even tell you what I said to Greg. How does one even convey, or speak adequate feelings and words when meeting one's hero? I felt like Charlie Brown's teacher... "BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH." I am sadly aware of my lack of profound things to say to this man. Oh well. I had the honor of shaking his hand, asking him to sign the cover of my book, and getting my picture taken with him. I look terrified in the picture; I was. Remember.... Suzee was not there to tell me to breathe.


I will never forget that day. As I have reflected on that special moment, there is something that overwhelms me. As much as I absolutely, 100% LOVED meeting a man I respect, honor, and admire, the thing that makes my heart overflow, is actually the act of my dear friend, Lisa. I have tears running down my cheeks as I am writing this. You see, I know she would have wanted to meet him. She read, and enjoyed his book as well. She gave up the chance of meeting him... she sacrificed that chance for me, and my dream came true.
Thank you , Lisa. This was my Cairo.
I feel very loved.

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

A Moment in Time


I went indoor rock climbing last Sunday with a couple of friends. It was an early 40th birthday celebration; it was wonderful. We climbed the walls until our forearms screamed for mercy. (Okay... I know that I just made it sound like we must have been climbing for hours. Quite the contrary. We are a bit out of shape compared to the last time we went!) After a while, we decided to take a break from climbing and play some video games.


As we were walking, Rachel suggested that we go out for Margaritas after we were done rock climbing. What a great idea! I caught myself saying out loud, "Oh shoot! My license is in the car!" As if I needed a license to prove that I was at least 21! What in the world?! I'm going to be 40 next week! I laughed so hard at that one. It just goes to show that you are only as old as you feel!! After all, I was with my girlfriends, childless for the afternoon, climbing rock walls, repelling down with a huge smile on my face, playing video games, AND playing laser tag! (As soon as I get the Charlie's Angels picture of the three of us in our vests, holding laser guns, I'll post it!)


I loved the feeling I had that day. I truly enjoy where I am at in my life right now, but I must admit, it felt really good to escape for a day. I was 21 again, for a moment. Just the right amount of time.


I came home to four beautiful children, a husband who adores me, and a house that wraps its' arms around me... a good life that I did not have when I was 21.


Would I want to be 21 again?

Only for a moment in time, like last Sunday afternoon.

Friday, March 14, 2008

Wise Words from Einstein




Strive not to be a success, but rather to be of value.




German Physicist




Today marks the day of his birth, March 14, 1879-April 18, 1955

Thursday, March 13, 2008

Educating Girls




"If you really want to change a culture, to empower women, improve basic hygiene and health care, and fight high rates of infant mortality, the answer is to educate girls."




~Greg Mortenson, director of the Central Asia Institute, former mountaineer and military veteran, who spends several months each year building schools in Pakistan and Afghanistan




(Taken from Three Cups of Tea One Man's Mission to Promote Peace... One School at a Time by Greg Mortenson and David Oliver Relin)

Sunday, March 9, 2008

The Best Age for a Woman


But I think it's a little different in Europe, because 40 is really the best age for a woman. That's when we hit our peak and become this ripe fruit.


~Juliette Binoche, French Actress, 1964-


Since I will be turning 40 this month, I tend to like this quote.... a lot.... I think I'll move to Europe.

Saturday, March 8, 2008

Help?!... Anyone?!


So, I was making dinner the other night, when I was pulled away from the kitchen due to a clogged toilet. Great. Ugh.


Four kids using one bathroom, and no one fesses up to clogging it. No one offers to help unclog it.


Plunge, plunge, plunge away.

No good. Plunge some more. This clog took some muscle. Who needs to go to the gym when one has clogged toilets to plunge? Gross.


As I was plunging, the timer went off, telling us all that dinner was ready... ready to be taken out of the oven, that is. Beep, beep, beep...


No Calvary.


Beep, beep. beep... (plunge, plunge, plunge...)


Surely, somebody will take the fish and potatoes out of the oven for me.


Beep, beep, beep...


Next came the smoke alarm due to the not-so-spic-and-span oven.


BEEP, BEEP, BEEP...


The timer and smoke alarm are now both going off in unison as I plunge away, and NO ONE shows up to help!


I couldn't decide if I was angry that they were oblivious to the situation, or envious! I wish I could ignore life's BEEPS sometimes!


Help?!... Anyone?!

Friday, March 7, 2008

Life Lessons


Looking back can be a good thing...




Last summer, I applied for a teaching job in town. I was fairly confident, and hopeful that I would get it, and life would get a bit easier for my husband.




I cannot quite express the incredible disappointment I had when the principal called to tell me that I did not get the job. I admit it... I called my husband in tears to tell him the news. I had wanted that job with every fiber of my being. I can't think of anything that I have ever wanted more.




The year went on. I continued subbing. I was wounded, but determined. Determined to hold my head high. Determined to be the best substitute teacher that I could be. Determined to keep my dream in sight... my own classroom. Some day.




The first time I was called to sub for the woman that got the job I had applied for, and lost, was heartbreaking. I compare it to pouring lemon juice into a wound. Ouch. It hurt. It was humbling.




I walked into her classroom with my head held high, and congratulated her on her new job. I still do not know if she knew I also, had applied and hoped for the job she was now blessed with. I ended up enjoying the day very much. I have been a substitute in that very class about four times this year, and always arrive and leave with a smile on my face.




Now that March has arrived, I have looked back at the school year, and can honestly say that I am grateful for another year of subbing. Why? Because I have learned so much this year subbing, and have been in so many different classrooms, in many different situations. I will now bring more to the classroom because of the lessons I have learned.




I knew from the start, that I saw life through a tiny window, and God saw the whole picture without any obstructions. He knew what I needed. He knew what was best for me, as well as what will be best for my future students.




Thank you, God, for teaching me a valuable lesson.

Blog Archive

The Dare Chair

Come on in, and pull up a chair! I'm here to inspire you, encourage you, or just plaine Double Dog Dare you to get out and do something you never thought you could do! Periodically, I'll add a quote, comment, or story which will hopefully give you just enough of a nudge to follow your dreams... to take that class, go rock climbing, run a marathon, start that exercise routine, eat healthy, write a book, or whatever your heart desires. You are the author of your life... live it!

Monday: Sit down, have a cup of dare, and write down your goals. Post them all over the house, if it helps! No matter how crazy the goals seem, don't talk yourself out of them! You are strong, you are invincible, you are WOMAN!

Tuesday:
Find a friend to hold you accountable. Accountability is huge! If you have a network of support, your chances of failing are less. Make sure you choose someone that is not afraid of pushing you! Usually moms, grandmas and husbands are not the best choices; they're either afraid of hurting your feelings, think you are fine just the way you are, or do not want to end up in the dog's house! So, choose that friend that is honest, no matter what the cost... trust me, you'll need her!

Wednesday:
Okay, so now you have someone to hold you accountable; great start. Now, be a blabber-mouth. Tell as many people as you can what your goal is. Knowing that so many people are waiting for you to succeed will be a huge motivator. I know when I skiied the Birkie, there were many times along the trail that I truly wanted to quit. I knew I had a cheering section on Main Street waiting for me to cross that finish line. That was enough to motivate me to keep going, one stride at a time.

Thursday:
If you fully realize nothing else, take a big dose of reality on this one... this is going to be hard, uncomfortable, and many times not enjoyable (depending on what the goal is). So, now that you know that, get over it! Achieving your goal will be worth the sweat and tears. Really... it will. Push yourself beyond your former limits. Get rid of self doubt! Even if it is the hardest thing you've ever done, do it with all you've got! Swallow your insecurities, hide your inhibitions, and show yourself just how strong you really are. YOU CAN DO THIS!

Friday:
Try not to look too far into the future. Break your goal into steps, and focus on one at a time. Now, if your goal is to join a class, by all means bite the bullet and do it now; no need to take baby steps on that one! But, if your goal is for example, a marathon, don't quit after the first week because you can't run ten miles! Give yourself time to reach the larger goals. In the meantime, give it ALL YOU'VE GOT, and be pleased with the little steps towards your goal.

Saturday:
NEVER, NEVER, NEVER, GIVE UP!!! (Take it from Winston Churchill... he knew what he was talking about!)


Sunday:
Take one day to rest, or have a special treat. You've worked hard all week, but make sure you don't reward yourself too much... i.e. a whole bag of Hershey's Kisses!!!

SHARE YOUR SUCCESSES WITH YOUR FRIENDS AND FAMILY. SHOW THEM YOUR PROGRESS, WHETHER IT IS ART WORK YOU'VE DONE, CLASS WORK, A NEW DANCE YOU'VE LEARNED, OR THE NEW PAIR OF PANTS YOU NOW FIT INTO. CELEBRATE!!

Check out the Blog Archive for writings pertaining to the Dare Chair: April--Uncomfortable, Checking In

INSPIRING QUOTES: If children have the ability to ignore all odds and percentages, then maybe we can all learn from them. When you think about it, what other choice is there but to hope? We have two options, medically and emotionally: give up, or Fight Like Hell. ~Lance Armstrong
If human beings are perceived as potentials rather than problems, as possessing strengths instead of weaknesses, as unlimited rather that dull and unresponsive, then they thrive and grow to their capabilities.
Barbara Bush
Those who dare to fail miserably can achieve greatly.
John F. Kennedy
He who believes is strong; he who doubts is weak. Strong convictions precede great actions.
Louisa May Alcott
There's a need for accepting responsibility - for a person's life and making choices that are not just ones for immediate short-term comfort. You need to make an investment, and the investment is in health and education.
Buzz Aldrin

This Chick's Groovy Music... start dancin'!

  • Aretha Franklin
  • Chicago Motion Picture Soundtrack... This one is great to sing along to... especially when cleaning the house!
  • Chris Botti... great trumpet player, his music is just beautiful!
  • Christmas Music, of course! Bing, Frank, Rosemary... all the classics!
  • Diana Krall
  • Ella Fitzgerald
  • Eric Clapton... I can' t seem to hear enough of his music lately!
  • Eva Cassidy... worth finding!
  • Johnny Cash - great for two-stepping around the kitchen island... if a babe is in your arms, all the better! (A tiny babe, or a Hunky Babe... either one will do!)
  • Loggins & Messina.... ahh... "feel good" music
  • Neil Diamond... I've loved his music my whole life.
  • Norah Jones
  • Phantom of the Opera (motion picture soundtrack)
  • Ray Charles... I can't help but to smile when I hear him sing.
  • Renee Olstead
  • The Notebook Motion Picture Soundtrack