It's That Time of Year...

It's that time of year again... Time for the school Christmas concerts and programs. (I refuse to refer to them as Winter Concerts. Christmas is alive and well, and I'm not giving in to the political correctness of shunning my Savior!)

So, as the concert week began, I suddenly paused long enough to realize that I have not one, not two, or even three, but FOUR concerts this year. What's that? Did I hear a gasp? Those of you who have sat through screeching clarinets and violins will sympathize. Before you put me on the ballot for worst mom of the year for even thinking this way, please hear me out.

As I was envisioning four concerts squeezed into a busy work week, something suddenly dawned on me. Kings and Queens would hire musicians and court jesters to entertain them. Hmmm.... Think about it. I have three evenings and one afternoon of musicians, along with some court jesters thrown in, especially in the Kindergarten and first grade musical troupes, whom have spent hours and hours preparing their concerts for the Court.

I am honored,

for I am the

Queen

in this scenario.

Thank you, my dear musicians. Your entertainment blesses my soul, and helps us all to take a moment to sit back, to breathe, and to relish the joyful noise that is played and sung for the Savior's birth.

One more thing...

Long live the Queen!

A Gift From God... In a Parking Lot

Slow down and enjoy life. It's not only the scenery you miss by going to fast - you also miss the sense of where you are going and why.
~Eddie Cantor

As I was rushing out the door after work, I walked into a wonderful, winter wonderland. Not much snow had accumulated, but the snowflakes were huge, and were drifting ever so slowly down to the ground. I let out sound of glee, and made my way through the dark to my car. As usual, I was in a hurry, and about to hop into the car, when I suddenly decided to stop.

I stood by my car and looked straight up into the dark, winter sky. The snowflakes... There were so many! Big, beautiful, amazing flakes seemed to be set aglow from the lights on the school building. Suddenly, I felt so small, and so blessed. The beauty took my breath away, and made me giggle... all alone... in the parking lot.

The snow was a gift and a reminder from God... "Slow down, child! You're missing all the fun!"

Taking My Own Advice

The stress level has been rising, and hence, I have been falling. So, yesterday I decided to take a piece of my own advice, and remember to dance in the kitchen. It's amazing how groovin' to KC and the Sunshine Band in my kitchen lifted my spirits and put a smile on my face. Once I was done dancing, Billie Holiday, Ella Fitzgerald, and Tony Bennett kept me sailing on the sea of contentment. Music... Such a wonderful gift.

Got stress?

Dance, my friend, dance.

Just Laughing at Myself... AGAIN

You know you've had quite a few kids, when your tampon falls out while teaching aerobics.

That's all I'm sayin'.

Okay, so I was really glad I chose the exercise pants with the drawstring just below the knees...

Holds in whatever may fall.

(Isn't it pathetic, the things I will divulge for the sake of a few laughs?)

A Time to Laugh

So, I left my umbrella in the Crystal Ball Room at the Milwaukee Hyatt today, and didn't realize it until my group was leaving the Convention Center. I went off running while they went to the car. The plan was to pick me up at the Hyatt, so I had better hurry. I looked outside, and could not see the Hilton, so I decided to ask directions right away instead of wandering aimlessly. I went up to a policeman, who happened to be standing in the entrance of the Convention Center. "Sir, could you please tell me which one of these buildings is the Hyatt?" He stood there with his arms crossed, and didn't answer. So I got a little closer, and a little louder. "Sir, would you please tell me which one..." "Wait a second... He's not even flinching," I thought to myself.

Yeah... The most realistic mannequin I have ever seen.


Did I mention there were plenty of people witnessing this? If that wasn't bad enough, I laughed all the way down the street... by myself.

Please, Oh, Please...

So this blog... I started this blog all because I wanted to post a comment on my pastor's blog. Well, in order to post a comment, a person had to actually HAVE a blog. There you have it, folks... That is the reason my blog was born. Let me tell you, I have thoroughly enjoyed my blog; it has been a source of inspiration, and a creative outlet. I am very thankful that I was "forced," into creating my own blog.

Now, let me tell you this... I LOVE getting comments! Unfortunately, so far there have only been a few lonely souls who dare to leave comments. Please, oh, please, let me know what you think! If it means that you need to create your own blog, GO FOR IT! Let this be a DARE!! You know that you have stories and experiences that you would love to share... Go ahead... I DARE YOU!!

Proof

Proof that we are not quite ready for winter...

I caught my 5 year-old putting the leaves back ON the tree.

Just makes you smile, doesn't it?

Thank God for Moxie!

Some people want it to happen,

some wish it would happen, others make it happen.

~Michael Jordan

As for the half marathon that I completed. I have decided something... I am not an athlete, I was just born with an extra dose of of moxie! ~LISA

mox·ie (mŏk'sē)
n. Slang

1. The ability to face difficulty with spirit and courage.

   
   

   "I see what you've done, your hard, hard work, your refusal to quit. I know you can't stomach evil, that you weed out apostolic pretenders. I know your persistence, your courage in my cause, that you never wear out.
   Revelation 2:1-3

   
   

   
   

I Had a Dream...

"When you have a dream, you've got to grab it and never let go."

~Carol Burnett

I had a dream... It started as a dare, and quickly became a dream. What's the difference? To me, a dream is something that has very little chance of becoming reality. The odds are stacked against it; the dream is the underdog. I've always cheered for the underdogs, and I've always believed the improbable could really happen.

My dream? To run a half-marathon. As I've mentioned in previous posts, I've always hated running. In elementary school, I was always third from last in long-distance running. I just don't think I'm built to be a runner. So, I challenged myself to meet this running demon head on.

Many obstacles blocked my path on my journey leading up to the race. Little, or no training time, lack of sleep, sick child, crazy-busy schedule, nobody to go with me, or to be at the finish line, etc. The day before the race, my friend, Brenda, said., "So many doors have closed for you. Do you ever think that maybe you shouldn't run this race?" I thought for a brief second, and said, "No." I've had those times in my life when a little voice has told me, "Not a good idea... Something is wrong; don't do it!" I've listened, and obeyed. This was different. This was more of a mocking... "You can't do this. What are you thinking? Your not in good enough shape. You hate running. You will never finish." I wasn't about to give in!!!

The morning of the race, I was up at 4 am. All set, ready to go... I opened the door to over an inch of SNOW!! Snow on October 10th?!?! Great. Slushy, icy roads, and hour and a half drive in blinding, blowing snow. Was this a sign? No, just another annoying obstacle laughing at me. About 30 minutes into my drive, something happened that has NEVER happened to me in the 10 years I've been living up north. I hit a deer!

After surveying the damage, I got back into my car, very carefully due to the thick ice and snow that accumulated on my running boards, and called my husband. He was amazing, and supportive. I LOVE THAT MAN! My hands stopped shaking, and I started to see the humor in it all. Nothing was going to stop me... THE RACE MUST GO ON!

I made it to Ashland, found a parking spot after a few attempts, and headed through wind and snow to get my racing number. Took a school bus to the starting line. "Geesh, this sure seems like a long ride! I've got to run all the way back? What did I get myself into?" Off the bus, and into the shed to retrieve my timing chip. One hour until race time. Suddenly I noticed something. The snow... it stopped. The sun was shining! "Thank you God! You allowed Satan to tempt me. He wanted me to quit, but I never did. Thank you for the sunshine!!"

Many thoughts ran through my head during the race. Some doubt crept in, but I quickly gave it the boot, and concentrated on the beauty around me, and breathing. Miles 1-5 were challenging. I felt like my lungs were trying to keep up. It was so cold! Miles 6-9 were great. I was actually jogging more than walking, for the first time in my life! "Woo hoo!! If only my Phy. Ed. teacher from school could see me now!"

Suddenly, at mile 10, I hit a huge, unbreakable wall. It felt like my legs were filled with cement. Cramps that began at mile 5 were hard to ignore. People were walking faster than I could jog. Now, some of THAT is due to the tools I was born with. My legs... are short! I watched long-legged people breeze by. NOT FAIR!! I have to take twice as many steps, at least! And my huge leg muscles... I'd like to see them run a race with 10 pound weights on their thighs! Anyway, back to the race...

At mile 12, a kind lady handed me water at the hydration station. "I died back at mile 10," I told her, "I'm just having an out of body experience at this point." The only problem with that theory is that I don't think an out of body experience involves the amount of pain I was feeling.

Crossing the finish line was great, but having the medal put around my neck, which all finishers receive, was one of the best feelings, ever. I will never forget that moment, and to be perfectly honest, I am tearing up just telling you about it. My dream had come true. That, my friends, is priceless.

The hour and a half ride home was filled with reliving moments of the race in my mind, and... coughing. Glad I was by myself. I'm not a smoker, but the ol' lungs got quite a workout. Once home, I painfully made my way to the house. Quite a sight, I'm sure. The steps were now my enemies, and every step I walked was a reminder of the 13 miles I had conquered. The steps up to my house may have been my enemies, but ibuprofen suddenly became my best friend.

As for the medal? It's around my neck, and I'm not taking it off; you can't make me! ;)

You take over. I'm about to die, my life an offering on God's altar. This is the only race worth running. I've run hard right to the finish, believed all the way. All that's left now is the shouting—God's applause! Depend on it, he's an honest judge. He'll do right not only by me, but by everyone eager for his coming.

2 Timothy 4:5-7

Gotta Love Candy

Setting: Church

Time: About 10:15

Candy was wondering if I knew who a certain lady at church was; she was looking for her.

Lisa: "No, I don't think I know her. Her name sounds a bit familiar, but I can't place a face."

Candy: "Oh, yeah... You wouldn't know her. She's older than you are. She's 38."

Lisa, laughing hysterically: "Candy, you are my new best friend. I'll be 42 in less than 6 months!"

What a great way to start the day!

My Sentiments, Exactly...

risk

more than others think is safe,

care

more than others think is wise,

dream

more than others think is practical,

expect

more than others think is possible.

~Cadet Maxim

Our Big Day

What a celebration!

Our State Senator, Bob Jauch, visited my classroom last Friday. He came to honor four kids who won a State Championship for a Civics project last spring. He was so good with the kids, and it was a pleasure to give him a tour of our school, and speak with him for a bit. I enjoyed every moment, and even remembered to breathe. (Suzee would be so proud. She is a friend of mine, and a former boss, who would frequently have to remind me to breathe during stressful moments. I tend to hold my breath, or have very shallow breathing when life gets a little hectic. I miss her being by my side... being my oxygen!) The senator is graciously giving us a personal tour of our State Capitol later this month! Woo Hoo!

Life has been exciting!

Jumping In With Both Feet

There is a lot to catch you up on, but it's late, and I have to give you the short version...

1. Last spring, another 5th grade teacher, and I took four 5th grade students to our State Capitol for a Project Citizen Civics competition. The students competed against 17 other schools, mostly middle school. It was our first time competing, and basically we saw it as the culminating activity. Our expectations didn't go beyond finishing the competition, and getting the kids through their 4 minute speeches in front of a panel of 6 judges, in an Assembly Hearing Room at the Capitol. (How many of you would attempt that one?)

2. Well, as we sat and watched the awards dwindle from the table, our hopes of receiving a participation award were swept away. We sank a little lower in our chairs, which by the way, were in the Main Assembly Hearing Room. You know the one... the very room where laws are passed! It was beautiful.

3. The time came for the State Champions to be announced... WE WON! I immediately stood with my arms in the air, and shouted out a, "Woo Hoo!" Yeah, not my classiest moment. I suddenly realized that people don't cheer at these events, they just give little "golf claps." I slowly sat down as I realized all eyes, including those in the balcony, were watching, and probably were wondering why I didn't know the anti-cheering rules.

4. This was a bigger deal than even we knew. The following months were filled with phone calls and letters congratulating the kids, and us. They came from Representatives, Congressmen, and Senators. Excitement was in the air.

5. Our state senator came to my class to honor last year's champions, and to get this year's troops excited about the project. That was a fun day!

6. I'm sorry... I don't think this is the short version.

7. We are now taking the students to the 40th Annual National Indian Education Convention next month. This is the part of the story that makes me laugh...

We were told that it was a huge honor to take these kids to the convention. The conversations within the couple of months have gone something like this:

Max: Yeah, Lisa... You'll be taking the kids to Milwaukee. They'll have their boards with them, and they'll just be in a hallway answering questions people may have as they pass by.

Lisa: Okay, great. A hallway... We can do that. I'll go over some questions that may come about so they'll be prepared. (Remember... This project started last January, and ended May 2nd. They are in Middle School now, and have moved on. Preparation will be a must!)

Weeks pass...

Max: So Lisa... The kids will be in a convention room. They'll have their own table with their board, so when people are walking around, they will be there to explain their project and answer questions.

Lisa: All right, that sounds good. I'll go over their speeches with them, and make sure they're prepared.

Another week, or so:

Principal: Hey, Lisa... The kids are going to be part of Maria's presentation. (I've never met Maria, I was sure they'd be in good hands.) She'll be the presenter, the kids just need to be there with their boards.

Lisa: Oh, really? Okay. We'll be there!

Max, as of last Friday: Don't worry about a thing! Just wait until the conference call next week. Everything that is expected of you will be explained. Don't worry about it!

Today, Tuesday, September 29, 2009 at 3:30 pm...

Conference call with Maria:

Maria: So Lisa and Brenda, you will be presenting for an hour and a half.

Wait a minute...

Lisa: Whaaaaaat? WE will be presenting?! An hour and a half?!

Maria: Oh, don't worry. You will be amazed at how fast an hour and a half goes! And the last 10-15 minutes you can reserve for question and answer time.

(Great... what if I don't know the answers?)

I've arranged for you to have an overhead. You'll be just fine.

(An overhead projector? Just what am I supposed to project? What in the heck am I doing?)

Lisa: How many people will be there?

Maria: Well, you have a GREAT time slot! It's not early in the morning, and it's not late in the afternoon when people leave early... It's at a great time! (Meaning there will be A LOT of people!)

Lisa: Gulp. Okay, thank you?

So, there you have it. God has put me in the Dare Chair. Yep, plopped me in it, and strapped me down. Oh, and by the way... the presentation will be in a "theater like setting for 10-75 people." Oh boy. Remember that great time slot? Does that mean 75 people?

The lesson? Beware folks, sometimes you will end up in my Dare Chair, whether you volunteered, or not!

If you find yourself in the Dare Chair, relax, knowing God has put you there for a reason. He has faith in YOU, and has given you everything you need to complete the dare. You just need to be willing to try. Stop fighting it, give into it, jump in with both feet, and enjoy the ride!

Well? How Badly Do You Want It?

Decide that you want it

more than

you are afraid of it.

~Bill Cosby, American Comedian, 1937-

If Not Now, When?

I've added a little dare button to my blog. You might have noticed it; it's in the upper right hand corner, and says, "If not now, when?" That's right... If you're not daring yourself to jump out of your comfort zone, when will you? How many times have you said, "Tomorrow," or, "Monday... Yes, I'll start on Monday," or, "When I turn 40, I'll start..." Your list could go on, and on.

Why not TODAY? What exactly is it that you are waiting for? More courage? More energy? More time? Sorry, but there isn't a Fill Up Station for courage, energy, and time. Geesh, not a bad idea though, eh?

I'm going to let you in on a little secret. Ready for this? Come closer...

You already have enough courage, energy and time! WOW, isn't that great news?! Really, you do! All you need is an ounce, and EVERYONE can muster up an ounce of courage! Your biggest hurdle is getting yourself to the starting line. Once your there, the excitement of something new will get you going in the right direction.

There are so many gimmicks out there that are supposed to make us feel young and full of life. The funny thing is, the things that will make you feel that way are all around you! Go play in the wonderful playground God has provided. Step outside, and just start moving! Join a group... book club, community or church choir, biking or walking group. Sign up for an art class; trust me, it will make you feel much better than anything the television provides!

You CAN do this.... NOW.

Go ahead...

Cross the line!

If not now,

when?

Find Your Beauty

A mode of conduct,

a standard of courage,

discipline, fortitude

and integrity

can do a great deal

to make a woman

beautiful.

~Jacquline Bisset

Find your beauty; you know it's there.

WhatWas I Thinking?

Picture a 5th Grade Classroom. Now, I will fill in the actual dialog:

Myah: "Mrs. Johnson, why do you dress up every day? You always match. Why do you dress up every day?"

Mrs. Johnson (That would be me.): "Because I'm a professional."

Cody, with a very puzzled look on his face: "Mrs. Johnson, you're not a professional, you're a teacher!"

Silly me... What was I thinking?!

Bless You...

Please watch this...

It's Official

Well, fellow Dare Chair Friends, it's official! I signed up for the Whistle Stop Half Marathon today! There's no backing out now!

I have this nagging feeling that the Dare Chair has been empty, and lonely lately. C'mon... DO IT! Have a seat... Get uncomfortable... and... DARE to do something you never thought you would do! You will be invigorated, inspired, and excited. Really... You will!

What's that? You can't? What's holding you back? Do you think people will laugh at you? Do what I do: Be the first one laughing, and they'll be laughing WITH you, not AT you! I can guarantee you that my Phy. Ed. teachers would be laughing their behinds off if they heard I signed up for a half marathon! I have NEVER been a runner. In fact, I decided that I don't have a runner's body at all. I'm a strong, stocky Swede, with very short legs. I figure I must have to run these little legs twice as much as many others! ;) So, my point is, don't get hung up on images of what you can and can't do that are in your mind. Others will be INSPIRED by your courage!

Go ahead, have a seat in the Dare Chair, and do the unimaginable... Join that race, climb that mountain, swim, roller skate, ski, dance, sing; just do whatever it is that you have always wanted to do. I dare ya!

For Rachel...

There is something

sweet

and wonderful

about the sound

of a friend's voice.

Especially

when that friend is

far away.

Her voice

was musical...

it's sound

reassuring

and comforting,

like an old blanket

on a cool, autumn night.

The soft sound of contentment in her voice

brought peace to my heart.

I am happy for her,

for she is in a place

many long to be.

That special place in life,

when one knows

beyond a shadow of a doubt,

that it is

exactly

where God has gently placed them.

Shine on, dear one, shine on,

knowing you are loved,

and encouraged.

Encouraged to brave the storms,

to bask in the sunlight,

and to tread the cool waters of life.

You, my friend,

are an inspiration

to everyone you touch,

to everyone you meet.

For when they meet you,

it is more than the wonderful person you are,

the awesome creation God made,

that they see...

For when they meet you,

they see Jesus,

and are immediately comforted,

content,

and happy

in your presence,

even though

they may not know why.

adventure

ad⋅ven⋅ture [ad-ven-cher] 
noun, verb, -tured, -tur⋅ing.
–noun
1.
an exciting or very unusual experience.
2.
participation in exciting undertakings or enterprises: the spirit of adventure.
3.
a bold, usually risky undertaking; hazardous action of uncertain outcome.

I feel an adventure coming on...

Hmm... I wonder what God has in store for me.

A Great Message...

"Love from the center of who you are, don't fake it. Run for dear life from evil; hold on for dear life to good. Be good friends who love deeply; practice playing second fiddle....Laugh with your happy friends when they're happy; share tears when they're down. Get along with each other; don't be stuck-up. Make friends with (everybody); don't be the great somebody."

Romans 12:9-10,15-16

Depression Era Wisdom

Here are some wise words from Grandma Signe's recipe book...

(Found in Depression Era Recipes by Patricia R. Wagner)

Her Ten Commandments

I. Remember that I am thy wife, whom thou must cherish all thy life.

II. Thou shalt not stay out late at night when lodges, friends, or clubs invite.

III. Thou shalt not smoke indoor or out, or chew tobacco round about.

IV. Thou shalt with praise receive my pies, nor pastry made by me despise.

V. My mother thou shalt strive to please, and let her live with us in ease.

VI. Remember 'tis thy duty clear to dress me well throughout the year.

VII. Thou shalt not be a drinking man, but live on prohibition plan.

VIII. Thou shalt in manner mild and meek give me thy wages every week.

IX. Thou shalt not flirt, but must allow thy wife such freedom anyhow.

X. Thou shalt get up when baby cries, and try the child to tranquilize.

These my commands from day to day. Implicitly thou shalt obey.

I'm not sure how many marriages would survive all of these commandments, but I just had to smile, and share them! I particularly like #VI.

The book where these came from had some more words of wisdom for Newlyweds. These are great, and my favorite is the one about entertainment...

Some Good Tips for the Newlyweds

Spend less than you earn.

Make a budget.

Keep a record of expenditures.

Have a bank account.

Carry LIFE insurance.

Insure your house and contents.

Own your own home.

Pay your bills promptly.

Share with others.

Avoid waste in every form.

Realize the responsibility of the marriage relationship - bear and forebear.

Wives must cook well if they would keep their husbands.

Husbands should confide in their wives, and the wives should take an interest in their husbands problems.

Wives must be neat. If their husbands like the latest styles, the wives should govern themselves accordingly.

Husbands should see that their wives get plenty of entertainment. They should take them to movies, for auto rides, walks, and swims, or whatever the wife likes.

If there has been a quarrel., kiss and make up before going to sleep. Never let such feelings last overnight.

Don't try to keep up with the Joneses.

Wise words to heed and take to heart!! ~Lisa

Success

Success is dependent upon the glands - sweat glands.

~Zig Ziglar, American Author

I'm Hanging On!

I've done it this time...

I grabbed a hold of Rachel's Dare Rope, and there's no turning back!

And just where is this rope dragging me to?

... A 10K Run!!!

There's only one problem. I have made it a point in my life to avoid running at all costs! So, why on earth would I sign up for this? First of all, I was dared to. Those of you who know me, know that it is hard for me to pass up a dare! Second of all, the treadmill I've told you about, has pushed me farther than I thought I could go, and it's only been a month. I figure that if I could run/walk 3 miles on level 10 today, I can complete a 10K race 13 weeks from now!

I posted a training schedule for novice runners, which would be ME, on my refrigerator. I am now committing to the race in front of all of you. You know what this means, don't you? I cannot possibly back out now!

Time to buy some good running shoes...

The next day...

I've thought about it, and decided that a 10K race just isn't enough of a challenge since I just did that after supper the other night by myself. So, I am challenging myself to the 1/2 marathon. I'll have 6 hours to finish it; I could walk the whole thing if I had to!

Anyone care to grab the rope with me?

Speaking of Courage...

Standing Tall

I stood up for myself today... Never backed down, even when my hands were shaking. It affected my family, not just me, so the Mama Bear in me came out, and I stood tall, and firm, and demanded that men listen to my growl! I will not go into detail, but I just wanted you to know that I did it. I stood tall, and firm, demanding truth and justice. Did I get it? Not as much as I would have liked, but enough to thank God for backing me up with a cup of courage, and a dose of determination.

I feel a dare coming on...

I dare you to stand up for something you truly believe in. It doesn't have to be a big thing; it can be eensy-weensy... No matter. It just needs to be something that is true, and right. It may be scary waters you're treading, but if it is something you truly believe in, it will be worth it. Just remember to be fair, and have all of your facts right, and your ducks in a row.

Go on, Mama Bear... You can do it!

These Character Traits Look Familiar...

I am experiencing my mother's revenge...

I have not one, but THREE out of four children who are just as stubborn as I am, and just as outspoken, not to mention ALWAYS having to have the last word!! This, I cannot blame on my husband's genes; it's all me, and these genes fit me like a glove.

I'm sure, without a doubt, that my mom is laughing herself to sleep each night, relishing in the sweet revenge of her daughter having children JUST LIKE HER!

My satisfaction? The hope of my children having kids that are just like them!

A few moments later after the guilt of what I had typed started to seep in...

I dearly love my children, and am incredibly thankful for them. I'm just having a severe case of crabbiness, and cannot seem to shake it. I have one nerve left, and you know the story.... Everyone is on it!

Okay, now that I have gotten that off of my chest, I can honestly say that I DO hope they have kids just like them... Brave, honest, fun, thoughtful, generous, sweet, lovable, kind, funny... And the list goes on. I know that the stubbornness, outspokenness, and boldness will help them get through life if they channel those qualities towards what is right, true, and good. I just happen to be the one with the file, filing the rough edges. It's a tough job, but I guess God thinks I have what it takes to get the job done.

How about you? What tough jobs does God think you are qualified for? Whatever it is, do it well, fully knowing that He has given you the tools you need. Really, He will... Check your toolbox; everything you'll need is in there.

Need a Rope...

Check out my friend, Rachel's blog; it is very inspiring. Up until now, you may have thought my Dare Chair has been mighty uncomfortable. Well, let me tell you, Rachel doesn't even have a chair. I think she needs a Dare Rope to strap you on, and pull you along for the wild, adventurous ride. Hang on for dear life, my friends!

http://alaskaatlast-rach.blogspot.com/

Scale Smashing

I'm hoping some of you out there decided to join me in the Dare Chair. I am quite surprised to tell you that I am now actually quite comfortable in that scary chair! I am on the exhausting path heading to success. Joining the fitness club was one of the best things I have ever done; the treadmill is now my buddy, challenging me to conquer new heights.

Some of you may be wondering how the whole foods thing is going with my family... Shockingly, good! I have them eating nuts, fruit, fish, and combinations of food that are quite adventurous. They're even surprising themselves at what they are liking! Things like bulgar wheat, couscous, almond butter, and quinoa are now a part of our vocabulary... Who'd have thought?!

As for the evil scale... I have a love-hate relationship with it. At first, I loved it. However, I am now wondering if it is stuck. That could happen, couldn't it? I was ready to throw it out the window since it would not budge, despite two weeks of faithfulness to my healthy eating habits, and 6 days a week of one-hour workouts! How on earth could it just stay put? UGH! I could hear it laughing its' evil little laugh at me.

I decided to take out the pants. You know... the pants that USED to fit. I was doubtful that I could even get them over my hips. That evil scale was putting all sorts of doubt in my mind. Well, I am now the one laughing. Not only could I get the pants over my hips, but I could zip and button them, too!! (Can you see me dancing the "Woo Hoo Dance"?) I can't wear the pants in public yet, but there is now a renewed sense of hope!! So, take THAT, darn scale!!

Remember hearing about the bra burning back in the 1960's? Maybe I should start a scale smashing!!