I was filling out a self-evaluation form that consisted of a series of adjectives listed in designated columns. One column had the adjective FUN in it. I wanted so badly to circle the word FUN. I once told my kids that I used to be so fun before I had them. Because of that statement, I'm sure I will be paying for their therapy appointments but it is true. Back in the day, I constantly laughed and smiled. I honestly thought I lost my smile and I thought it was because I wasn't having any fun.
Recently my brother-in-law gave me an affirmation. I saw him minutes after I had just received an awesome massage and he said, “You deserved that.” I accepted it as a compliment but then I thought: what does one have to do to “deserve” a massage? Why was I more deserving of a massage than the next guy?
You'd think in this day and age business cards would be obsolete. I mean, why would you need to give out contact information on a card ? What with social media and Google at the snap of your fingers, isn't it redundant?
Another July 4th is upon us and since I’m a sucker for all things red, white and blue, I bought some thoughtful pinches for my peeps.
For the second year in a row, my family will not be in the USA celebrating the day of Independence. However, before I left the country, I sent out the pinches to those family members who would be celebrating in America.
Last week I played in a nine-hole golf tournament, the theme was Diamonds in the Rough. Players were encouraged to get into the theme by wearing sparkling accessories and outfits. Because I previously played with my friend Kristin in another tournament two summers ago, I was really surprised that she invited me to play in her foursome. Even more surprising was that the invitation still stood after I confessed that I didn't touch my clubs for 1.5+ years because I had been working on my tennis. When I arrived at the club as Kristin's guest for the nine-hole tournament, I found out that she was the Chair of the event. What an honor! And because being invited wasn't enough, as a thoughtful pinch, Kristin gave each of her foursome a cap.
Teams usually know their game times for hockey tournaments, like other sports, for the first few games. Then the winners and losers of those games have to face each other which means it's a "wait and see" situation before going onto the next level. Eventually it turns into a "play in the championship game or go home" situation. This year, during the weekend of the Kentucky Derby and Cinco de Mayo, I hosted our annual neighborhood Cinco de Mayo party and my son was in a hockey tournament that consisted of 5 games and a possible championship game. A recap of the weekend went as follows: Game #1 /Screw up #1 - I messed up by not checking my son's bag to make sure he had everything. We didn't have his gray hockey socks so I got a text from coach not to forget them for the next game. We won the game.
Do you ever get text messages that make you squint because you are trying to figure out what the sender is trying to say? Not just because of an auto correct mistake but because the text is cryptic.
I receive messages from three people that never EVER send a text without a typo or mistake. Even if the text only contains three words - at least one word out of the three is either autocorrected into a wrong word -"Happy Be-Latex Birthday", the wrong version of the word - "We're partying their" and/or misspelled - "I Loe u."
Jan, the person I hired to help me organize my time so that I could be more productive in my business, struck a nerve when we last spoke. But before I tell you what she said, I have to tell you about the convo we had prior to my "aha" moment.
I had already met with Jan a few times to tighten up my office "in box", work flow and time schedule so that I could concentrate on taking my business to the next level. {here's the post on my first meeting with Jan} We reviewed my schedule again. She learned that I recently made mixed cds for Mother's Day and asked me how much time it took to make them. I calculated it out loud and she made the observation that I created these thoughtful pinches with my children.
I know what you're thinking. You thought this was a respectable blog and now this title has you wondering WTF?
As parents, we experience moments when we want to pat ourselves on the back because our child(ren) say or do something that clearly happened because of our influence, guidance or teaching. We're so proud that "the chip fell off the old block".
