Monthly Archives: September 2012

19 things

19 things we should say to our kids… and maybe to each other. 

From here, via Pinterest.

1. I love you! There is nothing that will make me stop loving you. Nothing you could do or say or think will ever change that.

2. You are amazing! I look at you with wonder! Not just at what you can do, but who you are. There is no one like you. No one!

3. It’s all right to cry. People cry for all kinds of reasons: when they are hurt, sad, glad, or worried; when they are angry, afraid, or lonely. Big people cry too. I do.

4. You’ve made a mistake. That was wrong. People make mistakes. I do. Is it something we can fix? What can we do? It’s all over. You can start fresh. I know you are sorry. I forgive you.

5. You did the right thing. That was scary or hard. Even though it wasn’t easy, you did it. I am proud of you; you should be too.

6. I’m sorry. Forgive me. I made a mistake.

7. You can change your mind. It’s good to decide, but it is also fine to change.

8. What a great idea! You were really thinking! How did you come up with that? Tell me more. Your mind is clever!

9. That was kind. You did something helpful and thoughtful for that person. That must make you feel good inside. Thank you!

10. I have a surprise for you. It’s not your birthday. It’s for no reason at all. Just a surprise, a little one, but a surprise.

11. I can wait. We have time. You don’t have to hurry this time.

12. What would you like to do? It’s your turn to pick. You have great ideas. It’s important to follow your special interests.

13. Tell me about it. I’d like to hear more. And then what happened? I’ll listen.

14. I’m right here. I won’t leave without saying good-bye. I am watching you. I am listening to you.

15. Please and Thank You. These are important words. If I forget to use them, will you remind me?

16. I missed you. I think about you when we are not together!

17. Just try. A little bit. One taste, one step. You might like it. Let’s see. I’ll help you if you need it. I think you can do it.

18. I’ll help you. I heard you call me, here I am. How can I help you? If we both work together, we can get this done. I know you can do it by yourself, but I’m glad to help since you asked.

19. What do you wish for? Even if it’s not yet time for birthday candles and we don’t have a wishbone, it’s still fun to hear about what you wish for, hope for, and dream about.


Friday Inspiration

A couple videos for you from a couple of friends that, strangely, I met through AIGA.

Justin is really more of a friend of a friend, but he knows all about my little dog, so that’s good enough for me.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NrBroJ8zUU

And the beautiful Steph, well, she’s a writer that I ran into again at the Gym. But that was long ago.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F7l8nupExuw

Enjoy.

And enjoy the weekdn.

I’m Addicted….

… to Blogs. Here are just a few that I try to check Daily. Yep, Daily with a capital D.

A Cup of Jo – because I love New York and her down-to-earth writing style

Chez Larsson – white, simple, clean…. someday

Dash and Bella – posts are few and far between, but well worth the weight

Enjoying the Small Things – a brilliant and brutally honest writer, with an amazing attitude

I Heart Organizing – because I have been know to have some OCD tendencies

Kleas – beautiful blog, even more beautiful person

Painted Fish Studio – my friend Jen, from college…. the most creative person I know

Young House Love – talk about motivating!

What Blogs do you check Daily? I’d love to know. 

The American Dream

I don’t want to get into Politics. Really, I don’t. I honestly don’t understand politics and for years just asked my sister who to vote for. But what I do know, is that nearly 100 years ago, my grandfather came to the United States from Ireland. He was 11 years old. He came with his Mother and three brothers, yet I doubt he had more than a few dollars in his pocket. And do you know what he did? He went to college, met his wife (my Grandmother) and opened a mission on Franklin Avenue in Minneapolis. He worked hard (without money from his parents, obviously) and pursued a dream.

Talk about the American Dream. Seriously.

He makes me proud to be an American. And of Irish descent.

We were all immigrants at one point, weren’t we?

The photo above is a screen shot from Google Earth of the building where my Grandfather was born in the town of Arklow, Ireland. It was only recently painted green. Someday, I’ll be there. 

Ahhhh, Work….

Fruit Fly Pin by LilaRubyKingShop on Etsy.com

It was a good day back in the office. Things were busy, there were deadlines and off-site meetings and a couple of conference calls. There was also the stories of what I missed during my week off, such as when the entire office was taken over by fruit flies. So gross. So glad I missed it. I guess they had to scrub down everything and set off a bug bomb of some sort and escape to a local pub for lunch. Gee, sorry I missed the excitement. So at 3:30 in the afternoon today, while eating a few pieces of melon, a fruit fly came buzzing by my face. I clapped my hands over it and squished it good. I was applauded and warned to keep things clean.

The rest of the week looks to be just as busy, but hopefully without the fruit flies.

Oh, and did I mention it’s now office policy that all banana peels go in the public restroom garbage? Yep. you bet.

Pin above available here. 

Back to Work…

 

The desire to write grows with writing. – Desiderius Erasmus

It’s the day after Labor Day. I feel like I should be figuring out a new class schedule, loading up on new books and finding my locker. But those school days are long past for me. Okay, I still occasionally take a class, but I should be over that night-before-the-first-day-of-school-blues. Maybe it was the 11 days off we just had. Maybe it’s the 90 degree heat index. But I just feel a little bit off.

Even with a week and a half-off, I didn’t get any writing done. And I’m strangely okay with it. I got a lot of other stuff done, including just going with the flow and enjoying the last week of summer. We spent two days in Duluth for a friends’ wedding. We went paddle boarding and kayaking. We went on a long bike ride that covered two rivers and three (maybe four?) cities. We went to a Twins game. We went to the State Fair. We met friends at parks again and again. We went out to lunch, with wine, on a weekday. I even played hockey! And I ran. I ran a lot. It felt good and I’ve fallen in love with it again. (The photo above was taken during a lovely run along Lake Superior. My foot slipped on that rock and I nearly fell in, but I caught myself, and my phone.)

And I feel refreshed. We waited all summer to take a week off and have a Stay-cation. Now it’s time to buckle down and get back to work and to start writing again. Time to get back on a schedule. Get into a rhythm. WordPress threw the quote above at me while I was posting  last night:

 

Pretty appropriate, isn’t it? I know it’s true. I know once I start again, either with pen or with keyboard, it will flow. It will pour out. The ideas have been coming all along and fortunately I’ve been keeping track of them. So now it’s just the doing part. And this was a good start.

There will be more. I’m back.