Monday, January 9, 2012

What is your earliest memory?

My earliest memory goes back to ... well I am not sure if it was pre- or post-kindergarten. I do remember my first day of kindergarten. The purple plaid shirt, the purple collared shirt with a belt ... probably cute socks folded over some Mary Janes ... a photo of this day does exist, just not in my possession. I remember my dad out with the camera taking all kinds of photos of me and the walk across the street to the school van. Back in the early 80s, I attended half-day kindergarten and went in the morning session. I was the second kid on the van, the first of only two girls. I think that is where I really learned to be a “man’s girl.” If I were any older, we probably would have had inappropriate conversations about adult topics, but at five years old, we only cared about missing Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood.

I also remember playing homemade games in the living room with my sister. And watching “Today’s Special” on the PBS station. I do think that was in the kindergarten years though ... When I think back to my early memories, some photos enter my brain and I can’t decipher if it is the photo I am recalling or the actual memory. For some reason, I loved ... LOVED ... buttered noodles. I remember sitting in our kitchen, on the floor (because the table wasn’t cool??), with one of those tray tables eating my buttered noodles. There is also a memory of playing cars with my sister (because we were boys?!) on the homemade ramp that our dad crafted out of wood from our basement.

How about you? What is your earliest memory?

Friday, January 6, 2012

If New Years was in another season ...

Today's writing prompt asked if I would like the new year to begin in another season. Truth is ... I wouldn't.

But if it were .... That would be my normal. I like that it's a little chilly and we can bundle up for Christmas and New Years. What I don't like & wish was in another season? My birthday.

Yea ... Birthday parties were always snowed out & it sucked.

So that's that. A little short on the words today, but this prompt didn't get my juices flowing. However, I've been thinking about fun weekend topics.


Thursday, January 5, 2012

What is the hardest part about a beginning?

When on the brink of a new beginning, there is more excitement than challenge. Every day is a new beginning, a fresh slate. Some wait until January 1 to wipe away any bad habits or to implement change. But the good news is … every 24 hours you are presented with a new slate. A slate to wake up and workout. A slate to start wearing mascara and earrings. A slate to begin being nicer to people … every day when your eyes open for the first time is a new beginning.

A beginning ... sunrise over Lake Las Vegas

You know those beginnings will happen every day. But there are some beginnings that show up in our lives and they aren’t planned or invited. A break up, a separation, a loss, a birth, a purchase … they all signal a new beginning and sometimes the hardest part about that beginning is that something ended. You know the line from the song “Closing Time” by Semisonic … “Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end.” While the lyrics portray a bar scene … the song was actually written as a band member was preparing to become a father. His DINK status comes to an end and his role as a parent begins.

Over time, I’ve become less and less afraid of new beginnings and more and excited about what they represent. Every day you have a chance to wake up and decide how you want to be that day … or what you want to accomplish. You get to say goodbye to the day previous and all of the stressors, disappointments, heartaches and such that were associated with that day. Or … if that day was the most amazing day of your life you get to say goodbye to the amazing memories that were created and say hello to a new opportunity to recreate such amazement.

An ending ... sunset in Tampa, Florida
Sometimes it is hard to let go of a particular belief or feeling of comfort … sometimes new beginnings are uncomfortable. I don’t know too many people who exit a long-term relationship without some sort of emotional tug … But a new beginning is just that: A time to recreate your own destiny, your own design … Today is a new beginning for me … I woke up and found out that my grandfather had passed away early this morning. May he rest in peace.

My Grandpop was 97 years young … he had a sense of humor that would rival Letterman on any day, even up until his last days. While the loss of him is leaving us with a heavy heart, it would be selfish of my to not be relieved for his new beginning. He is at peace and reunited with my grandmother; the love of his life that he lost several years prior. After her passed, I was certain he would follow soon after. They were both stubborn … they must’ve had a fight or something and my grandmother’s way of putting him on probation was to let him live a few years on earth without her. I say that with humor because they were both so stubborn, but so in love. They were blissfully married for over 60 years and I can only hope that my best day of marriage is half as good as their worst. Does that make sense?
My sister, Grandpop, my niece, me in June 2009

Every ending and every beginning are a part of who you are today. If I hadn’t begun today with the news of my grandfather’s passing … I am not sure I would have stopped to smell the roses today or stopped to reflect on what an amazing life he lived and how blessed I am to have had such wonderful grandparents to show me how to love to passionately and permanently. I could go on and on with stories of those two love birds … but I will save them for another day.

Embrace moments, embrace endings and embrace beginnings.

Wednesday, January 4, 2012


Today's NaBloPoMo prompt is: "Are you superstitious about beginnings? Anything you do to start out on the right foot?"

Truth is, I am not. Before ending an old year, I don't need to do a certain thing a certain way and I don't need to eat a certain food, or drink a certain drink. At the start of a new year, I don't worry if I am not wearing my lucky shirt or sitting is a lucky seat.

Come to think of it ... the only thing I used to be somewhat superstitious about was wearing my Steelers jersey for games. If I wore it, they typically won. And I wouldn't wash it until the end of the season ... don't worry, wearing it for 2.5 hours a week does not the messy kid make. I wore it last February and they lost the "Big Game" so what does that tell you.

I am not a believer in superstition. I believe in the power of thoughts and words. If I want something to happen, then if I believe it, I am able to see it happen.

What about you?

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

New Year's Traditions ... what shall they be

On New Years Day, several Facebook and Twitter friends were posting about eating Black-eyed peas for luck. I've never consumed a BEP on NYD ... and maybe in order for things to be different, I need to eat differently?

Growing up, my mom would make pork & sauerkraut on New Years Day. I don't eat pork and sauerkraut makes me want to .... do something really gross. It smells and tastes terrible.

The hubs wanted us to have change in both pockets and jingle it at midnight. That I've heard of before and think that I did something similar once. I put some change into a change purse and jingled it on New Years Day. I can't remember the result.

So this year, we did nothing. No change, no peas, no sauerkraut. We just woke up, drove ourselves home and took another nap. As still somewhat of a newlywed, I do want to instill traditions into our family of two. Maybe the family will grow and it is something we can do with a larger family. But if not, I still want something that the hubs and I can look forward to each year.


Monday, January 2, 2012

Welcome, 2012

For 99% of people I encountered in the last few days of 2011, they were all ready to see the year go away, never to return. The hubs & I were part of that number. I won't say that my year sucked-- a TON of great things happened. But there was also a lot of disappointment that seems to outweigh the good things. So I ready to see the year go buh-bye.

We started the weekend out here:
View of the Las Vegas Strip

The plan wasn't to spend New Years on the Strip this year, but it just sort of happened that way. I've done it before and knew it was nuts, but over the years ... and let's face it, since I've gotten older ... it's become nuttier of a place to be. But when you are 40 floors above the Strip, it isn't so bad. So off to Cosmopolitan Las Vegas we went on Friday.

We invited some friends to join us; the more the merrier for the New Year. To make the long story short, we had an amazing weekend. Full of fun, love, friends and big dreams for a new year.

A New Years Eve in Vegas means a New Years Day on the couch. My hangover was mild as compared to other years and other holidays, but it still required a several-hour nap.

It's been a long time since I spent an entire day just resting and feeling OK about it. In the new year, I plan on being ok with unwinding. Not every second of every day has to be dedicated to achieving something. But in its own way, I achieved inner peace and relaxation.

I managed one quick trip to the store and managed to boil some noodles and heat some sauce for the hubs' dinner. A successful day indeed.

For the month of January, I've signed up to blog daily, courtesy of NaBloPoMo ... or National Blog Posting Month. Every day, a new prompt is posted and then I get to write about it. :) Thanks for joining me on my journey ... a new year, a new start, a new project with the hopes of rediscovering my love of writing.