I haven't really been able to write my review of my Disney races for various reasons.... mailing because I have a lot to say and not enough time to get it all out and edit it.
However I have had a lot of PM's about my flat something for Disney. Who knew I had readers let alone ones who were intrigued by what the post would be made up of???
So a little background before I let you view my flat something journey at Disney.
I am a huge Muppets fan! I remember being a kid on Saturday night at 7pm parked in front of the TV primed and ready to sing the theme music....
It's time to play the music
It's time to light the lights
It's time to meet the Muppets on the Muppet Show tonight
It's time to put on makeup
It's time to dress up right
It's time to raise the curtain on the Muppet Show tonight
Brings ya back doesn't it??? :)
I have been known to nickname people based on the characters of the Muppets for instance I have named someone in my office Beaker, a guy who coaches a baseball team in my sons little league is The Swedish Chef and I may have even called a few people Ms Piggy a time or two. My son is animal, I have known many a Statler And Waldorf over the years, and well... Kermit is me because its not easy being green.
But then there is Fozzie Bear... who doesn’t love Fozzie bear???? All he wants to do is make you laugh and be your friend. Whenever you need a pick me up Fozzie is there. He is loveable, cute and dependable. He is Kermit’s sidekick and without him the Muppets just aren't the Muppets.
So I took Fozzie Bear (FB) on my trip. Seemed like he deserved to have a little fun. So below is his adventure. Now while I would have loved to have taken him on the runs and in the park for my visit I was a bit fearful of losing him and that well that would have been catastrophic.
So instead he played it safe and hung out with my on the plane, at packet pick up and in the room. He even made friends with Running Mickey during his Disney stay.
Friday, February 27, 2015
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Tuesday, February 24, 2015
I am not a public speaker, sure I can carry a conversation on with a group
of people I don't know and I can even tell a joke or 2 to make them laugh.....
that is where my public speaking ends.
I know why I feel this way....it goes all the way back to elementary school and being intimidated because I didn't read very well and I was terrified when called upon for my turn to read out loud to the class. I never really recovered from those experiences and it only got worse as time went on.
As I progressed through life there became the need to speak in front of others more and more. It never got easier and it still to this day riddles me with the same fear I had as a 5th grader reading out loud.
I remember when I was very pregnant with Izzy, I was told (noticed I didn't say asked) to speak about a project I was working on my company. So 7+ months pregnant I get up in front of about 200 folks and give a talk. Terrified!!! I managed that process right down to what I wore to work that day so I ensured people wouldn't see how much I was perspiring. I made it through ... I had some nice comments afterward ...but it didn't make it easier.
In the last 5 years I have had to speak more and more in front of people, I will say it has gotten a bit easier but I still shake in my heels when I know I need to present.
There is a great program called Yearup which was featured a couple of years ago on 60 Minutes and I found it to be very intriguing. This program takes underprivileged youth who may otherwise not get the education/ training they need and brings them together industry to provide them opportunities. These kids have an incredible amount of talent but lack the opportunity to showcase that talent. This program provided them the opportunity.
For 6 months they participate in intense Business or IT training, then for the following 6 months they work for one of the many companies who have partnered with Yearup. They must keep to strict standards while both in the classroom and on the job. A good number of these kids end up with Jobs which then leads them to other various avenues to pay for school and receive the education they desire.
I inquired about become a mentor a while back and at the time they had more than enough mentors. I was asked if I would be interested in coming to speak to a group. I said yes but was non committal on a date.
I was unsure what I would talk about, I don't think I am an inspirational or motivational speaker and the idea of putting something together made we flush with fear. But then something changed and I decided I did need to do this, not because I wanted to conquer a fear but because I wanted to give back some of my good luck and fortune.
I had an outline to talk about my challenges growing up, not only at home but in school. I was going to talk about achieving dreams I never thought possible because of hard work and I was going to talk about failure and that failure is a part of the success process and how it humbles you and makes you appreciate more what you ultimately achieve.
I had a speech, I wasn't going to read word for word because good speakers don't do that, they deliver a speech with ease and passion. The speakers I look up to make it look easy and effortless and better yet keep those they are speaking to engaged.
I began, I was nervous, I started with a joke as I have always been told that is a great icebreaker and a laugh from the audience will put them and you at ease. I spoke, I stuck to my points but I found I expanded on them and I relaxed and the passion I had for my life and my accomplishments and my message came through and best yet I didn't die in the process.
This group of young people were amazing and they have so much to offer, they were full of questions and ideas and no doubt are grateful for the opportunities they have been given.
I wish them all the best of luck in the years ahead and hope to one day connect again with some of them to see how their stories unfold.
Posted by Mom at 7:48 PM
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
Friday, February 13, 2015
I was writing a post about music and while writing it I of course listened to music and a slow love song came on and then I got to thinking.....when was the last time I slow danced?
Sounds silly huh? I am not a dancer my moves look like those of Elaine from Seinfeld. Though I do have a mean car seat dance and let’s not forget the sitting on a stool in a club seat dance! But the slow dance is one that is meant for two and it has sent many a middle schooler or Jr High student into a complete tizzy, and it has set many an adult relationship in motion.
I remember being a young girl at St. Mary's Elementary and going to my first dance. I was scared to death! Back then I could get away with some swaying a fist pumping as my upbeat dance and didn't look like a complete dork. (Ok maybe I did but for the sake of this story I am going to go with I
didn't.) However, when the upbeat dance music stopped you were then in the dreaded slow dance mode.
I recall it like it was yesterday it was like a slow motion game of musical chairs, guys awkwardly standing on one side and girls on the other while the DJ encourages the boys to find a girl to ask to dance. Girls in their clicks giggling and staring at the boys, yet trembling hoping that "he" would pick her.
I too had that I hope "he" picks me moment several times. Alas, it never happened, I'd get paired up with some poor guy that felt it was his obligation to dance or be forced to look like a loser standing alone.
I think there were several reasons I was not picked to slow dance within the top 15 girls. 1) I was not a cute girl, I was like many at that age, at a very awkward stage 2) I was taller than most of the boys and what boy wants to dance with a girl taller than him? and 3) I was not one of the cool girls. So 3 strikes and you’re out ....right??
I am happy to say I lived through my middle school years and on to my high school years were I outgrew some of my awkwardness and "blossomed" a bit if you will. I did get to slow dance with boys at dances albeit I was terrified doing so. I've since learned to love the slow dance.
So back to my reason for this post...... to talk about the slow dance. When writing the music post and the types of songs that you slow dance to were playing, what popped into my mind was this.... as an adult there are limited opportunities to slow dance let’s face it; it is usually at weddings maybe a party or two but that’s it! So my hope for you and me is this ... that you are swept off your feet and asked to slow dance by those you love. Slow dancing lets you slow down and enjoy those you are with or those you seek. The slow dance says I am taking time for you and want to be with you and only you. So grab the one you love or the one you like and suprise them with a slow dance... it may spark something or just let someone close to you know you care.
So SLOW DANCE on…
Posted by Mom at 9:00 AM
Friday, February 6, 2015
|Me at 23|
|Me at 40|
I was encouraged recently to take a look back to see how far I have come. In looking back at old pictures and reflecting on my life it was clear the first thing I would tell my younger self is ......that hair is not working for you!! And thank goodness you found wax for those eyebrows!!! WoW!!! In all seriousness, there is a lot of life advice I would give my younger self and not all of it is about fashion!
Posted by Mom at 4:56 PM
Monday, February 2, 2015
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Thursday, January 29, 2015
Music is a very powerful vehicle for emotion .....
I have gained a huge appreciation for all types of music over the years and it has struck me in recent years that it is not just the tune or the hook of a song that I enjoy. But rather the words of the entire song... the meanings behind them the stories associated with the songwriter and the performer.
As I have been writing in recent months I have gained an appreciation of how written works on a paper or in this case computer can be cathartic and healing, but also enlightening and exposing. However taking it to the next level I think is adding music to those words. Sadly a talent I will NEVER have.
I use music for many things in my life...
The Work Out- upbeat, up tempo, songs litter my running play list. The more beats per minute, the more air drum, and sound thumping in the song and you can rest assured it will reside on one of my long run playlists.
The Fun and Silly Songs - Sometimes you just need to let loose and be silly and I have found some silly songs over the years. These songs in some way give me permission to be silly and childlike if only for 3 minutes and 45 seconds at a time.
The Theme Songs- We have all thought about this... what song would you have as your walk up song to the plate, or that song that plays when you arrive at a business meeting or better yet the music that accompanies you when you walk into a house that has been destroyed by the kids!
Songs of the Heart - These seem to be the ones that are plentiful in nature. I remember being a kid in Jr high recording songs off the radio and listening to them over and over and then imagining upcoming dance where I hoped that guy I liked would ask me to slow dance (***shameless blog teaser more on this topic to come in another post). As I have matured the lyrics of these types’ of songs have had more meaning in my life, and have caused me to pause and reflect and at times have moved me to tears.
Background Songs- These songs vary for me... they can be soft jazz, country, light rock and dare I say it…. oldies... let’s be clear the oldies I speak of are from my lifetime and the fact that I even just wrote the word oldies in reference to my life sent a shiver up my spine.
Below are the links to a small sampling of the songs I love which fit in the categories outlined above. I am predicting it won't be hard to figure out which group they belong to.
So enjoy music, embrace it and see it for the art it is ....one that speaks to everyone...in every situation.
Posted by Mom at 6:56 PM
Thursday, January 22, 2015
It is no secret I go to therapy; I do so because I want to make myself better. I want to understand who I am and how I tick. I am not ashamed of it and I encourage it not only for me but for those I care about and heck those I don’t even know.
Therapy is never easy, some days nothing comes of it, and some days it’s as if I just had a sit down with an old friend, and other days it comes with a flood of emotions and still other days a sense of clarity.... and then sometimes fear.
Several months ago my therapist encouraged me to write a letter outlining what I would say to me and others now....
Below is the first of those letters (and there are many, most of which will never see the light of day). Yes, I know it is angry and it was written with a lot of raw emotion.... emotion that I try so very hard to temper and even in rereading this months later I realize I was still tempering when writing. This letter was to my mother and says what I would say to her now if I could.
This is the next step in my therapeutic journey... There will be more to come
I'll admit it I hated you........
I have lived my entire life in a state of anger.... Sure along the way I found glimmers of happiness but in the background there was always pain, hate and anger. I've been lucky in that I have been able to function. In recent years I needed to seek the help of not only medications but also psychotherapy.
It hasn't been until recently where my love and commitment to people have been tested that I realized how much you scarred me and what a ridiculously demonistic impact you had in my life. I hate you for what you put me through and I hate you for the insecure person you made me.
People look at me and think I am strong and tough and able to handle anything and that is nothing but a façade. I learned from an early age to mask my feelings. Whether it be because I was embarrassed because you were mean and hateful to me and those I loved, or because you had to raise me without a father, or because you had many issues for which you blamed me or, just plain crazy. You would impacted every part of my life from elementary school to adulthood and there's no amount of love or compassion or caring or boasting you could've done to people about me that could make up for the years of torture you put me through growing up.
That torture, both physical and mentally has shaped the person I've become. While in some ways it has helped me to rise to become a better person and achieve levels I never knew, it has also haunted me for years. To this day, it impacts every relationship and interaction I have with people regardless of it is business or personal, and it's sometimes more than I can bear.
I have lost people in my life who have meant so much to me because I'm either unable to articulate to them how I feel, or scared, or just plain inept, because of the incredible agony you put me through growing up. I hate that you have made me lose relationships throughout my life that meant the world to me because I'm unable to show and verbalize to people what they mean to me or make sense of it.
I am done having you run my life and while I say I'm done I know you will forever haunt me and those are demons that I need to fight and I will continue to fight for the rest of my life. But I refuse to pass those demons on to my children because they deserve better and they deserve a mom who is better. I HAVE broken the cycle but I will now annihilate it! I hope wherever you are, that you are dealing in some way or fashion for all of the suffering you put me through and continue to put me through.
You have consumed nearly half my life and I will do everything in my power to see that you don't continue to run and ruin my life from the grave. Today, I let you go, I reclaim me and I work to be the person I want to be, I will live for me and for want I want, and while it may not always fit the perfect mold it will fit my mold...me and who I want to be. And she is not perfect nor does she want to be anymore… she wants to live!!!!!!!!
Posted by Mom at 3:33 PM