Friday, October 7, 2011
Hooliganting: Hooliganting: Falling Leaves
Hooliganting: Hooliganting: Falling Leaves: Hooliganting: Falling Leaves : There is nothing like enjoying the falling leaves. The scrunch of the leaves underfoot. The scent of the chan...
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Hooliganting: Falling Leaves
Hooliganting: Falling Leaves: There is nothing like enjoying the falling leaves. The scrunch of the leaves underfoot. The scent of the changing seasons. Scuffling the...
Falling Leaves
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Hooliganting: My shirt is on backwards...
Hooliganting: My shirt is on backwards...: Oh yes, today was one of those days. It all seemed to be progressing quite ordinarily, but then...I was fated to look down. I looked down to...
My shirt is on backwards...
Oh yes, today was one of those days. It all seemed to be progressing quite ordinarily, but then...I was fated to look down. I looked down to my brown sweater and brown belt. And while the belt was facing the right direction, that wee sweater of mine had the low cut vee with beige cami decorating my back. After inspecting the results in the mirror that was conveniently located across from the sink, I decided to hell with it and left it. Oh yes, today was one of those days...
It all started with that monotonous beeping noise. I couldn't quite place it so bashed it...until the sound rolled over and played dead. That was then pierced by this wretched shrill beeping noise and my unconcious self finally noticed that I really did have to do something about it, along the lines of actually getting out of bed 10 minutes before child one had to be at the bus. For the record...she made it. However, it was frantically getting her out the door (thank goodness it was pj day at school) along with a very chipper child #2. So, ran to the bus, walked back, hauled the garbage out as the garbage trucks drove by, got child #2 piano practise in, and then walked her to the bus. Except well, she plodded rather than walked and sang rather than walk and nearly missed the bus. Thankfully, the bus driver knows her by now so drove up to meet us.
Traffic of course was dreadful on the way to work, and work became a riddle of problems left over from other people's lack of attention to detail. So, nursing a wicked headache, along with the rest of this town from the sounds of it (I wonder if we are all allergic to clouds and/or rain) I finished my day and drove like a bandit back up the hill. Nabbed the first kid, then the second and hightailed it back to downtown.
For the next three hours I chilled out downtown while various dance lessons happened. They were both by turns, hungry, thirsty, tired, cranky and really really really LOUD in their complaints over the lack of food that they wanted to eat, drinks that they wanted to drink and homework that they didn't want to do. However, the homework got done. Food that was provided was eaten. Heaven forbid that they eat anything other than junk.Then...I drove up the hill with them in tow, late as usual. Finally, I got to Y, handed them off and relaxed by having my butt kicked in a water workout at the Y. I felt better at the end, or so I thought. Apparently, I was too tired to dress myself properly and well, my sweater is on backwards.
I suppose I could have changed it back around, but really, I am not that fussed about it. Once again, the humor overrode the logical conclusion and I wandered out as I was...sometimes, it feels great to be human. Today was one of those days.
It all started with that monotonous beeping noise. I couldn't quite place it so bashed it...until the sound rolled over and played dead. That was then pierced by this wretched shrill beeping noise and my unconcious self finally noticed that I really did have to do something about it, along the lines of actually getting out of bed 10 minutes before child one had to be at the bus. For the record...she made it. However, it was frantically getting her out the door (thank goodness it was pj day at school) along with a very chipper child #2. So, ran to the bus, walked back, hauled the garbage out as the garbage trucks drove by, got child #2 piano practise in, and then walked her to the bus. Except well, she plodded rather than walked and sang rather than walk and nearly missed the bus. Thankfully, the bus driver knows her by now so drove up to meet us.
Traffic of course was dreadful on the way to work, and work became a riddle of problems left over from other people's lack of attention to detail. So, nursing a wicked headache, along with the rest of this town from the sounds of it (I wonder if we are all allergic to clouds and/or rain) I finished my day and drove like a bandit back up the hill. Nabbed the first kid, then the second and hightailed it back to downtown.
For the next three hours I chilled out downtown while various dance lessons happened. They were both by turns, hungry, thirsty, tired, cranky and really really really LOUD in their complaints over the lack of food that they wanted to eat, drinks that they wanted to drink and homework that they didn't want to do. However, the homework got done. Food that was provided was eaten. Heaven forbid that they eat anything other than junk.Then...I drove up the hill with them in tow, late as usual. Finally, I got to Y, handed them off and relaxed by having my butt kicked in a water workout at the Y. I felt better at the end, or so I thought. Apparently, I was too tired to dress myself properly and well, my sweater is on backwards.
I suppose I could have changed it back around, but really, I am not that fussed about it. Once again, the humor overrode the logical conclusion and I wandered out as I was...sometimes, it feels great to be human. Today was one of those days.
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Hooliganting: Be Yourself: The Good Enough Story
Hooliganting: Be Yourself: The Good Enough Story: This weekend I have had the opportunity to be away from the usual stuff in my life to take in the learning posed at an annual conference for...
Be Yourself: The Good Enough Story
This weekend I have had the opportunity to be away from the usual stuff in my life to take in the learning posed at an annual conference for my profession. I am one who works in and around museums. This is a profession that changes names depending on who I am talking to. I am curator, grant writer, educator, exhibition builder, writer, professional tourist, museologist, museum geek...yes...I have a number of titles that I ascribe to myself. In the process, I often choose to forget that I am also a mother, exercise freak, eccentric, unique, creative, that is passionate about people, places and the stories that they tell. I am me...and that is just fine thank you.
I was going through a phase where I was feeling stressed and frantic within the confines of my own world. Some noticed that I was a bit off, but for the most part, I carry on at my usual breakneck speed through my world. I thrive on chaos. Odd, but true. My stress seems to come from a lack of focus, worry...especially about others, and dropping the ball. That is another way of leaving others in charge of my world and trusting them to understand the methods I use to make it all work.
All that is just background to my point to ponder. I have had some wonderful experiences this weekend in storytelling and magic making. I listened to that fellow that wrote the book of 1000 awesome things and well...he was awesome. His whole focus is about noticing the positive elements in your life and generating valuable meaning out of them. It was about making the most of your opportunities. He showed an affirmation video on Jessica...a little almost four year old who affirmed herself on a daily basis. www.youtube.com/watch?v=qR3rK0kZFkg
I later saw another video posted from word press on the impact that changing your words can make.
I hope you have time to watch them...they can truly change how you are thinking today. I have listened to people that have found the joy and celebration in all that they do.
From there, I decided to embrace the joy and celebration and got back into my outgoing bubbly self. This is a person that had been decidedly lacking of late. I dressed up in as the executive director of the conference noted "as an ABBA meets the Partridge family outfit" to go to the dancing through the decades event and won a tank ride for my outfit. Very nifty, and danced the night away. I know that there are pictures out there...be afraid! I also participated in all the events and talked to everyone I could. I met new friends and old friends and had a great time. I also won a family pass to the Ukranian Village and a conservators kit. Not a bad weekend...I found a dress or two while shopping that made my wardrobe smile if not my credit card.
I have had a night out with an old friend and thoroughly enjoyed the company and that elusive thing: the ability to be me with no strings attached. So that is what I have gained from the weekend. Not only have I had a huge professional development curve, but I am also relieved to note that for the moment...I have me back. I am good enough and if you don't like me...tough!
I was going through a phase where I was feeling stressed and frantic within the confines of my own world. Some noticed that I was a bit off, but for the most part, I carry on at my usual breakneck speed through my world. I thrive on chaos. Odd, but true. My stress seems to come from a lack of focus, worry...especially about others, and dropping the ball. That is another way of leaving others in charge of my world and trusting them to understand the methods I use to make it all work.
All that is just background to my point to ponder. I have had some wonderful experiences this weekend in storytelling and magic making. I listened to that fellow that wrote the book of 1000 awesome things and well...he was awesome. His whole focus is about noticing the positive elements in your life and generating valuable meaning out of them. It was about making the most of your opportunities. He showed an affirmation video on Jessica...a little almost four year old who affirmed herself on a daily basis. www.youtube.com/watch?v=qR3rK0kZFkg
I later saw another video posted from word press on the impact that changing your words can make.
 | www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wgi0t2ap-us |
From there, I decided to embrace the joy and celebration and got back into my outgoing bubbly self. This is a person that had been decidedly lacking of late. I dressed up in as the executive director of the conference noted "as an ABBA meets the Partridge family outfit" to go to the dancing through the decades event and won a tank ride for my outfit. Very nifty, and danced the night away. I know that there are pictures out there...be afraid! I also participated in all the events and talked to everyone I could. I met new friends and old friends and had a great time. I also won a family pass to the Ukranian Village and a conservators kit. Not a bad weekend...I found a dress or two while shopping that made my wardrobe smile if not my credit card.
I have had a night out with an old friend and thoroughly enjoyed the company and that elusive thing: the ability to be me with no strings attached. So that is what I have gained from the weekend. Not only have I had a huge professional development curve, but I am also relieved to note that for the moment...I have me back. I am good enough and if you don't like me...tough!
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