Thursday, July 28, 2011
Yesterday I did about two hours or well more like three hours of cleaning inside, but I only counted 2 different chunks of time as "heavy cleaning" - busy cleaning out the little room where the porcelain throne resides. The "master bedroom bathroom" is kind of odd the way it's quasi-attached to our bedroom. (I think the guy who built the house was huffing something funny 25+ years ago when it was built - we only bought it in 1995.). It has its own door, separate from the area where the tub and sink are, and I took 2 boxes of debris on the floor - gobs of papers, many of which need to be thrown out or put in recycling bin, plus spiderwebs (you know, the brown recluse kind that look like dangling dust bunnies?). vacuumed the carpet...cleaned the throne...just spiffed it up, a long overdue spring cleaning! I wasn't running air conditioning very much - only set to about 78 degrees, but upstairs it was more like 83 degrees and I was sweating like a stuck hawg. As a result, that was my exercise, the antidote from sitting semi-comatose in front of the computer.
Today I need to vacuum up the stairs, as our long haired cat has shed about half of another cat's worth of fur (long black fur) up and down the staircase. Guess she thinks the staircase is her own personal masseuse!!
Plus my rebounder arrived yesterday - so I need to shovel out more debris from my bedroom, including the piles of clothes (SUSYINKC and I have already challenged each other to a "Take Five Garments To The Thrift Store" exercise, sort of like FlyLady Baby Steps, ya know??).
Time for me to get busy!!
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
I read this article that M77355 had quoted on her blog - and I wanted to copy some of this down for my own use - especially since some of the three points seemed to apply more pointedly to me than other points...
Here are excerpts from Christine Kane's blog, the parts that spoke the loudest to me. It's funny, because as I read through her comments, I have flashbacks to art classes 30-40 years ago and as a teenager where I used to create these collages of just my favorite things - of course, many of those collages were about Donny Osmond, and well, that just didn't work out, obviously!! *giggle*
By: Christine Kane
"My drawing was a kind of a vision board. Vision boards do the same thing as my drawing did. They add clarity to your desires, and feeling to your visions. For instance, at the time I did my drawing, I knew I wanted to play in bars and coffeehouses. (I have since left the that circuit, and I’m performing in theatres and at conferences. But in my early twenties, I wanted to play in bars and coffeehouses. I was pretty clear about that!) Taking the time to draw it out, even poorly, made it indelible in my mind.
There are several methods you can use for creating your vision board. I’ve written about each one below. You can choose which one works best for you, depending on where you find yourself on this path of creating your life.
1 - The “I Know Exactly What I Want” Vision Board
Do this vision board if:
- You’re very clear about your desires.
- You want to change your environment or surroundings.
- There is a specific thing you want to manifest in your life. (i.e. a new home, or starting a business.)
How to create this vision board:
With your clear desire in mind, set out looking for the exact pictures which portray your vision. If you want a house by the water, then get out the Dwell magazine and start there. If you want to start your own business, find images that capture that idea for you. If you want to learn guitar, then find that picture. I remember at the last retreat, one woman yelled out, “If anyone finds a picture of a little girl with red hair who looks happy, give it to me!” And someone else yelled out, “I’m looking for a Cadillac!” Pretty soon, a lively trading session began. Following the five steps above, create your vision board out of these images.
2 – The “Opening and Allowing” Vision Board
Do this vision board if:
- You’re not sure what exactly you want
- You’ve been in a period of depression or grief
- You have a vision of what you want, but are uncertain about it in some way.
- You know you want change but don’t know how it’s possible.
How to create this vision board:
Go through each magazine. Tear out images that delight you. Don’t ask why. Just keep going through the magazines. If it’s a picture of a teddy bear that makes you smile, then pull it out. If it’s a cottage in a misty countryside, then rip it out. Just have fun and be open to whatever calls to you. Then, as you go through Step 2 above, hold that same openness, but ask yourself what this picture might mean. What is it telling you about you? Does it mean you need to take more naps? Does it mean you want to get a dog, or stop hanging out with a particular person who drains you? Most likely you’ll know the answer. If you don’t, but you still love the image, then put it on your vision board anyway. It will have an answer for you soon enough. Some women at my retreats had NO idea what their board was about, and it wasn’t until two months later that they understood. The Opening and Allowing Vision Board can be a powerful guide for you. I like it better than the first model because sometimes our egos think they know what we want, and lots of times those desires aren’t in alignment with who we really are. This goes deeper than just getting what you want. It can speak to you and teach you a little bit about yourself and your passion.
3 – The “Theme” Vision Board
Do this vision board if:
- It’s your birthday or New Years Eve or some significant event that starts a new cycle.
- If you are working with one particular area of your life. For instance, Work & Career.
How to create this vision board:
The only difference between this vision board and the others is that this one has clear parameters and intent. Before you begin the vision board, take a moment to hold the intent and the theme in mind. When you choose pictures, they will be in alignment with the theme. You can do the Theme Vision Board on smaller pages, like a page in your journal.
Some things to remember about vision boards:
- You can use a combination of all three types of vision boards as you create. Sometimes you might start out doing one kind, and then your intuition takes over and shifts into a whole different mode. That’s called creativity. Just roll with it.
- Your vision board might change as you are making it. I was just talking with a friend of mine who said that she had been making a vision board for the new year. The theme was all about what she wanted in this year. Then, as she pulled pictures and began to lay them out, the theme changed into a simpler one about her everyday life and the moments in each day. It surprised and delighted her to experience that evolution. You might find that you have little epiphanies from making a vision board.
Another option is to use these same principles in a big sketch book. Get a large sketch book and keep an on-going vision journal. This is especially effective if you’re going through many transitions in your life.
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Rain Prayer Worked In Kansas, Then Once Again In West Texas
By William Lindsay White
Emporia Gazette, 1935
(note: This prayer was written in 1935 by W.L. White, editor of the Emporia (Kan.) Gazette and son and successor to the Gazette's famous editor, William Allen White. It has been reprinted in various lengths and substitutions of words all over the Internet. I received one version by email. Found this longer one that has sections that were probably cut out because it was "out of date" or not applicable to people outside of Kansas... but I still like it. Disclaimer: I'm not a member of the Congregational Church, as referenced below...)
As a dues-paying member of the Congregational Church, the writer is entitled, under its creed, to address his maker, directly in prayer, without the intervention of prelate, saint, parson or priest, in any place, on any subject, at any time, and in our own language.
So here goes: O Lord, in Thy mercy, grant us a rain, and by that we don't mean a shower. We want to go out in our car in the early evening and watch the lightning go ripping across the southwestern sky in hot blue forks as the fat clouds roll in on us from Chase County. We want to hurry home to close the house with the first fat drops the size of marbles on a suddenly rising wind, chasing us and plunking on the hood of our car. We want to scramble all over the house just as the first sheets descend, frantically slamming down the windows, while the drops thunder on the tin roof of the porch and lightning blasts illuminate the waving treetops.
O Lord of Hosts, we want to look out of the windows and watch the regiments of fat, close-paced raindrops march diagonally down in sheets, until we can't see the outlines of the street light on the corner and it looks like a great pale luminous ball through the driving drops. We want to hear, about a minute after the first rush, the gurgle in the tin gutters under the eaves, and, in 25 seconds more, the sputter of the downspout and the hollow churning of the water in the cistern.
God of Israel, Isaac and Jacob, let it come down so hard, let the drops dance so high that the outlines of streets and sidewalks seem covered with a six-inch fog of splattering drops. Then let it just keep up for a while, and then begin to taper off, and then turn right 'round and get a lot worse, swishing, pounding, splattering, pouring, drenching, the thunder coming — "Crackity-BAM! Bam - bam - bumble - bumble-bumble" — and the lightning flashing so fast and furious you can't tell which flash goes with which peal of thunder.
So that all the women will get scared and climb on top of the feather beds and scream at you not to get too close to the windows. So that in between lightning flashes you can see the dirty yellow gutter water rippling across the street, instead of along its sides.
And then, O Jealous God, repeat the whole act about three times, and in the middle of the second time, we will get out the old tin wash pan and climb the attic stairs to put it under the tiny leak in the roof which usually you can't even notice in an ordinary rain. And after a couple of hours, kind of taper it down, O Lord, to a good, steady rain — not a drizzle — but a business-like one, that keeps up until just about dawn and then spits a few drops occasionally during the morning from a gray sky.
O Shepherd of a Chosen People, when we walk to work that morning, let us see pink, thin-nosed angleworms that have crawled out of the grass and drowned in the sidewalk puddles, and big pools of standing water in every yard, with just the tips of the fresh green grass breaking the surface. Let it knock all the buds off the elm trees, so that streets and sidewalks are covered with a brown snow, except where the running water has gathered into thick scum over the pools around the choked drains.
Then let everyone begin wondering what the rivers are doing, and when we go down to the bridge, make us drive through about two inches of dirty yellow water running over the pavement, and when we get on it, let us watch a pig and two Buff Orpington hens and half a woodshed float by, about three feet under our shoe soles, and Lord, let the farmers holler their heads off about how it will be to wet, now, to get their corn in early enough.
Thou Art My Shepherd, I shall not want if Thou leadest me into green pastures, and beside the still waters, while the little pasture ponds stand full to the brinks of their cement dams.
O God of Battles and Lord of Many Mansions, if you don't want it to rain in Kansas, all right. And if you do, all right. But we are weak in faith and pray for a sign such as you gave to Aaron to confound Pharaoh's magicians and sorcerers. Take this business of weather prediction out of the hands of a lot of incompetent Washington Bureaucrats and make it Thy special province. They're playing horse with us, Lord. They promise a rain and all we get is a mangy little thin-flanked shower that you could hang your hat on its hip bones.
Kansas is indeed the Promised Land, O Lord, and if it gets a break it will flow with milk and honey. But we can't live much longer on promises. So in Thine own way and in Thine own time make up Thy mind, O Lord, and we will bow before Thy judgment, and praise Thy everlasting name. Amen.
Other versions of the prayer:
te.htm - very cool photo of a tile installation with excerpts from this prayer!
Friday, July 22, 2011
Okay so this is kinda dumb but as a kid, I always loved the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader uniforms. Those gals looked so hot!
So I'm thinking ... gotta make up some goals and rewards, right?
ms,34.htm not sure what product will be around by the time I lose enough to get to the sizes that they offer, but could gradually add more Cowboys clothing as I lose more weight.
End goal - well one of the rewards might be my own imitation DCC Uniform (wouldh ave to be a costume because evidently they are hand made for each cheerleader and there have only been a few modifications over the years. I personally liked the older style with the big belt buckle, rather than the newer ones with the v-dip in the front. OH well.
In any case, my DH will most certainly enjoy those rewards... ahem.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
I have mounds of clothes in my bedroom floor. I'm ashamed of it. I have mounds in front of the closet making it difficult to hang clothes back up inside after I do the laundry...
But truthfully I have TOO MANY CLOTHES.
Why? Most of them don't fit. But if I lost the weight, then I could wear them, right? And gradually donate to charity, or even throw the "too big" sizes away. Some are far from being "gently worn" so better to throw it out or find a rag recycling company that will accept them (another of my pet peeves for another day's rant.).
But then I think, well, some of them I didn't like wearing much even when I was that size, or they fit "funny" or something else was "wrong" with them and I never wore them much back when I could actually kinda sorta fit them. So the logical thing to do is get rid of those clothes, right?
Then the "Third Generation Depression Survivor" panic mode hits me and I think I just NEED to keep them because what if I lose the weight and I can't afford to buy new clothes? Or I'll think it's a perfectly nice fabric, I could use it to make something else? or whatever, fill in the blank, one silly excuse is just as silly as another one. Right?
And so I sit here on my humongous rear end, with my legs aching from sitting too long, reading other people's blogs and having flashback memories of when I was younger and ran and did yoga, and having fantasies of being able to do that all again. Why is it I won't get up off the computer, go upstairs, and GET RID OF THOSE CLOTHES THAT DON'T FIT NOW and I WON'T REALLY WANT TO WEAR EVEN WHEN I GET TO THOSE SMALLER SIZES!!!
all those things I should not be. I'm the poster child for BAD EXAMPLE!
And NO I'm not publishing this to Facebook!
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