July 18th, 2016 / Categories: Moose Nuggets
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I make gentle fun of my oldest daughter and her friends. I also make fun of my assistant.
You may well ask why I would do that. Just turn on any news network to hear about the latest craze sweeping the world.
I’ve lived through my fair share of crazes: Beatlemania, troll dolls, etc. I hate to be a fuddy-duddy about it all, but I guess I am. There are bigger things in the world to worry about. I know this craze is helping to take people’s minds off those bigger things. Maybe that’s a good thing.
Pikachu for President!
written for Tara’s 100 Word Challenge – go thou and do likewise.
April 25th, 2016 / Categories: Moose Nuggets
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My heart is heavy tonight. I seek answers that are not available.
Another young person committed suicide this week, the second this week. Our community is small. We all know someone who knew someone who knew these young people. Or, we knew them ourselves.
We share tears and deep sadness tonight asking the questions that will never be able to be answered. Because they took the questions AND the answers with them.
All we can do is reach out in love and compassion to the rest of the community. We care. You are worthy. You are loved.
Let us in.
written with sadness for Tara’s 100 Word Challenge: Search.
Suicides often cluster. Our community had several just a few months ago. And, now these two. I am praying there will be no more.
April 14th, 2016 / Categories: Moose Nuggets
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“Don’t call me hillbilly,” Grandma always told us. “I was raised in Kentucky. I’m a hill-William!”
My sister and I giggled and plotted the next time we could raise her ire.
You see, there is the South, complete with gentle southerners; and there are the hills where gun-toting, moonshine-swilling, revenooer-hating hillbillies lived.
I grew up in the city surrounded by concrete, humanity and black-belching buses, from “the Bottoms,” a neighborhood mostly forgotten by the rest of Columbus. Nevertheless, it was not country – or hillbilly heaven – or southern.
They each have their place. I’m a city girl. My place was home.
Written for Tara’s 100 Word Challenge: SOUTH. My sister and I loved to get Grandma’s ire up. Calling her hillbilly was just one of many ways.
April 10th, 2016 / Categories: Hear Me
, talkin' to mahself
My daughter tells me I see (myself) through “fat eyes” and tells me I need to begin seeing myself as I am. Which is no longer fat. While still being overweight I am no longer what they call morbidly obese. She recently sent me two pictures from 14 and 15 years ago. I was blown away.
I considered not sharing them, but I know that I am not the only one who has body image issues. Mind you, I do love myself because I know I am a daughter of the King and He made me perfectly. But there are times when I do not see myself with His eyes.
So those are the times when I need reminding. How about you?
The first picture is from about 14 years ago when my youngest daughter and her family were building their house. The second is about 15 years ago when their little miss was born. The last pic is of me at Hilton Head SC in March this year. I’ve come a ways.
This is what gets me into the box each week. This is what makes me smile, coach Nikki.
I still have fat eyes . . . I am trying to break myself of that habit. Body image is tough. It starts when we are young – could be things said at home. Could be things said at school. It carries on through our adulthood for lots of reasons. Join me in seeing you through non-fat eyes. Let’s look past supposed imperfections and just accept ourselves for the truly amazing human beings we are.
April 6th, 2016 / Categories: 100 Words
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There is power. And, then there is power.
I work in an educational program for men who are court ordered because of violence they perpetrated on their partners.
During classes we discuss Power and Control issues the men have displayed and how they can only change their own behaviors.
Stressful work as you might expect. To counteract that stress I work out. I do CrossFit. Three mornings a week next to those who can lift heavier (or not) than I. Next to those in better shape (or not) than I. Today I did Power Snatches. I like this power better.
Written for Tara’s 100 Word Challenge. The prompt, as you might figure, is POWER. I do scaled movements in my CrossFit attempts. I work more on position and form sometimes than in lifting heavy. My goal is to someday be able to lift heavier, but I am thrilled when I hear my coach shout out in the middle of a WOD (Workout of the Day), “Great job on that snatch, Barbara!”
Today my hands are a bit sore. I didn’t tear, but rubbed the callouses a bit with the bar. See the picture below.