Tuesday, October 21, 2014


   Someone recently said to me, "So you claim you are an adventure seeker? And you have only zip-lined one time, white water rafted twice? How can you call that being an adventure seeker?"
   Seriously? Now we have to have a masters or doctorate in any adventure to enjoy them? I have never said I was an expert at any of these things and personally I don't think anyone who flings themselves down a crazy class V or VI river an expert at anything but being crazy, but what is wrong with a middle-aged mom seeking mild adventures? My life is far from over, and while I cling to the self imposed law that I don't engage in any risk taking that was so overly dangerous I couldn't be a wife and mom afterwards, I do like to have fun and try things!
  So my definition of adventure seeking may differ from the silly person who made that comment, but it's my life.  And it's your life too! And your kids.  They don't have to be THE football star or THE soccer star...if they want to play those games great. They should play for fun and exercise. But to expect all kids and adults too, for that matter, to only play games if they are experts at it is just wrong. And I'm afraid our society has drilled into the last few generations that you either go large or go home. 
  Sorry, but that is wrong. We were not created to best each other. We are made to exercise our bodies, keep them moving and fulfilling our Creator's plan of living a life of moderation.  Moderation meaning you don't have to be an expert, but you should not just vegetate either!
  So seriously, get out and have fun. Don't quit because you aren't an expert.  Life is meant to be tried and enjoyed. Let your kids have fun playing whatever sport they play, or game or hobby, craft, or whatever. They don't have to be experts, but just give it a good go.
  Now, where did I put that parachute?

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Make Mine Manners!

   This fall we begin once again with a favorite course at the martial arts center. Manners.  When I worked as a grade school secretary we didn't have a nurse. It was just me in the office whether you needed a copy of something, supplies, band aids, Tylenol or a hug.  Those were the days I even pulled teeth! 
  I never minded the blood, sweat and tears that came into my office every day, but I did demand manners.  "I need a copy of this!"
  "I need a copy of this, what?"
  "I need a copy of this paper!"
   "No, I mean, what's the magic word?"
   "....oh, please..."
   Sometimes I got a blank stare...no manners being taught in that home. We'll fix that!  One time, one child had learned the manner thing so completely he came in gushing blood all over the floor from a nosebleed and said through his hands cupped over his nose, "Can I have a tissue...Please?"
  Just so you know, I never demanded manners if a child was gushing blood or crying... I am a mom for Pete's sake and know there's a time and place!
  But seriously, it's hard to teach your kids manners if they aren't supported other places besides home and goodness knows, they won't learn them from watching anything on television.  So we like to include "Make Mine Manners" in our lesson plans in martial arts too. Because if you're going to learn to defend yourself, you need to do it in a mannerly way right?!
   Manners helps us develop as gentlemen and ladies and especially when we are learning skills that could hurt someone else, we need to know our manners.  It takes a mannerly person to know just how much force is needed to protect ourselves without going overboard.  Another child on the playground does not deserve a broken leg when all they did was shove us.  Even good manners can keep us out of bully situations and danger.   "Well, sure Mr. Bully, go ahead and have my place in line. I'm not in a hurry."
   And as parents, Mike and I like to encourage our students to use good manners with their own parents too. So don't be surprised if you hear some extra "please" and "thank-you's" at home!
  Thank you for letting us teach your children! We love helping them become wonderful confident and mannerly young ladies and gentlemen!

Friday, September 5, 2014

Lisaville, the Sequel

  Yes, here we are again friends, back in Lisaville as she lives her fantasy of being a pet owner who never has to de-hair, de-vomit or de-smell the house because of her pets.  Since last we met, Lisa and daughters did a wild-and-crazy-thing on Christmas Eve. They went to the Humane Society and brought home two cats. Did she say, TWO cats? What was Lisa thinking?
  Well, after three months of missing her beloved Siamese of nine years, who had succumbed to old age, she was missing her feline companion and decided to find another kitty.
  So off the threesome went to the Humane Society to "look around' at who they had.  Then a couple of phone calls later to a husband who to this day declares he just "should have said 'no'"  they gave not only one three-year-old male kitty a home, but another kitten.  The 3 year old was a blond tabby and the kitten a calico.  Or so she thought...
  Turns out the kitten was a Maine Coon and at one year old still has two more years of growth to go. He's almost the size of Watson, the three year old very furry bassett/spaniel. 
  I am firmly convinced that some time during your fifties, while life is speeding past you, your children are growing and moving out of the house, getting married, and your job is stressing you out, your brain leaves your body.  I mean, what was she thinking? Three pets in the house? When she was crabbing so very much about 'THE DOG?"
  Now every day is dealing with not only tons of pet hair, but the kitty litter box of TWO cats one of which should go outside like the dog does because he just "goes too much!!!!!" Then there is the running, chasing, bowling over, fighting over the dog's water bowl, jumping up on the tables, counters, chairs, sofas, eating phone cords, computer cords, knocking over candles, (unlit at least)
and did I mention the pet hair? 
  No one ever wants to come visit us anymore. don't blame them. Try as I might I just can't keep hair off the floor, couches, chairs. I wish I could figure out how to spin cat hair and we'd have blankets for EVERYONE on the Christmas list. Not that anyone wants a blanket made out of cat hair.  Ugg...
  So, in Lisaville, Lisa has officially turned the corner as she stares 55 down and wonders what her 60's will be like...will Lisa still have her brain? Will she still have hair? Can she make a wig out of dog/cat fur?  These are the things we ponder in...Lisaville!

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Red Necked Door Handles and Patience

      You know how trying to see the humor in things helps you get through a minor problems? A couple of weeks ago, my little putt-putt car which has always been faithful, starting every morning, cold, heat, rain or snow, for twelve years now, began showing it's age with a fan belt that has been squealing. I mean squealing to the point of embarrassment while sitting in the bank teller line, on the parking lot where I work and at stop lights. My wonderfully capable husband took a look at it, but because it's a foreign make, did not have the foreign tools to get in there to take it apart. So it was off to the mechanics.  He got the belts changed, but not before telling me there was other work that eventually needs to be done which of course entails more foreign parts and tools and can't be done at home.  I decided to wait on that for now...ca-ching, ca-ching

     But I guess my little guy got used to the treatment he received at the garage because not even two weeks later, putt-putt decided to roll the driver side window down and not let it go back up again. My husband took the door panel off, checked the fuses, but it is, of course, either the motor or the switch. ca-ching...ca-ching...

    Off to the mechanic again who had to order the parts and sent the car back to us so we could use the car until the part came in.  The only problem was he didn't send back the door handle. So my creative husband said, "You just pull on that little wire and it pops it open."
      For some reason it would work every time he did it.  But no matter how hard I tried I could not pull the wire to get the door open.  So he got me the pliers.  Now, it's only supposed to take two days for the part to come in so I thought, no big deal, I can do without the door handle.  Getting out of my car now requires a tool...hence, my red necked door handle. Sigh...

    Now for the laughing part...I'm not really laughing 'cause it's a real pain to be in a hot car, grabbing up your phone, purse and purchases and forgetting you don't have a door handle to get out.  It means putting everything down I just collected and searching for the pliers which never stay in the little cup I put them in near the gear shift. They fall onto the floor and in the midst of driving around town, slide across the floorboard, sometimes under my seat.  Oh and when I get in the garage any time after 3:00 pm, it too dark for me to SEE the little wire that has to be pulled with the pliers.  Sigh...

  It's been two days now and I haven't heard from the mechanic about the part yet.   I don't want to complain about a really minor hardship...but...I'm trying, not so successfully to make this a lesson in patience. Lord knows, I need plenty of those lessons...

  Thank you, Lord, for the little lessons in life that poke and bite us like gnats and mosquitoes and door handles that don't work.  It's in those lessons we build up to greater patience with things like that guy next to me at the light whose squealing belts REALLY  need to be changed!

Friday, June 6, 2014

Roll With The Punches

 My mother-in-law had a wonderful saying as my husband was growing up. When life dealt you disappointment or sadness you had to ‘roll with the punches’.   
By definition, this phrase has come to mean, “a boxer’s ability to deflect the full force of an opponent’s blow by moving his body.”
At times during your life you must be like the fighter standing in the ring.  You are in the ring to fight, but you will also get hit. No good fighter ever escapes without a few punches to the face, stomach or head and to lessen those blows you need to move and keep moving or roll with the punches if you want to be standing at the end of the fight.
 That is a sentiment that is echoed in many of our Gospel readings, ‘life is hard, living your faith will be hard’ but because you always have God by your side, you can make it through.’ 
In John 16, Chapter 16, Jesus even tells his disciples that they will be persecuted, They will expel you from the synagogues, in fact, the hour is coming when everyone who kills you will think he is offering worship to God. They will do this because they have not known either the Father or me. “  But then He goes on to reassure them that they will not be alone in this life to face these hardships and trials, “ For if I do not go, the Advocate will not come to you. But if I go, I will send him to you…”  “...But when he comes, the Spirit of Truth, he will guide you to all truth.   (John 16: 1-13)
 Jesus is reassuring us that though the world may deal us blows, and trials and sorrows, we have the Holy Spirit with us always to help us get along. 
   We can teach our children the same roll with the punches attitude to have in life. Just because life is hard does not mean you lose your faith. Our faith is what helps us roll with the punches, get up and keep walking toward Heaven.


Thursday, February 27, 2014

Protecting Your Kids

   In the news there have been several reports about child abductions and possible stalking of children who are walking out of school buildings. 
  Warning: I'm going to hit you right between the eyes now guys!

  While we can teach kids how to stay safe, be wary of strangers and aware of their surroundings, it is still a parent's first and foremost job to be your child's bodyguard.

  This means kids younger than 11 or 12 should not go places without a parent or guardian with them and kids older than this should go with another child the same age or older

  While Mike and I try to not create 'paranoid' parents or kids, you still have to realize that it is the parent's job to watch out and know where your children are. If they are at school it is the teacher and principal keeping your children safe, but the moment they walk out the door their safety is back in your hands.
  We sometimes fall back on technology to keep kids safe, cell phones, tracking devices, but none of these things will protect a child. And we must forget about being 'friends' with our children instead of being responsible for their protection and discipline.  Being your child's bodyguard means you are with them or have sent them with another responsible adult who will watch out for their safety. It does not mean relying on a cell phone for them to call if they are in danger.
  If you 'tween' balks at this, you must be the parent and say, "Tough, it's my way or stay home". Even in the "old" days responsible parents didn't let their kids run around the neighborhood without knowing where they were.  Moms were at home more then, somebody was always watching from the kitchen window, kids ran in groups and met in each other's yards.  Mom always knew where you were.
  We don't need to be paranoid, but we do need to remember that a parent's first job is being a parent. This is not a job we can outsource, pay another to do or hope for the best.  It's your job. You are the parent.

Friday, November 15, 2013

And Sometimes All Is Right With The World...

SF officials helping 5-year-old boy transform into superhero

Five-year-old Miles already has experience fighting villains - he's been facing off with acute lymphoblastic leukemia since he was 20 months old.
With his cancer in remission and his last bout of chemotherapy finished in June, his biggest wish was to continue living his life heroically. "He wanted to be Batman," said Patricia Wilson, the Make-A-Wish Foundation's Bay Area executive director.
We can do that, Wilson thought, and she began putting the call out to volunteers to help turn San Francisco into Gotham City for a day for the boy from Tulelake (Siskiyou County).
It might as well have been a worldwide Bat-Signal. Word of the foundation's efforts spread quickly on social media, and soon what started as a small effort to make a 5-year-old boy a hero for the day turned into a citywide extravaganza, with support and volunteers coming in from all over.
On Friday, by Make-A-Wish's count, thousands of volunteers will cheer on "Batkid" as he defeats the Riddler and the Penguin at locations around San Francisco. The mayor will present Miles with a key to the city. Police Chief Greg Suhr will step in as Commissioner Gordon to alert Miles when his heroics are needed.
"I thought I could do it on a scale that a 5-year-old would appreciate," said Wilson, whose foundation specializes in granting wishes to children with serious diseases. "But apparently, it's on a scale now that the nation appreciates.
"I've never seen anything go viral like this, with the outpouring of support from across the world," she said.
Suhr said so many people want to help out that officials have had to turn away some volunteers.
"My butcher at the grocery store was asking what he could do, the police commissioners was asking what they could do," he said. "Everywhere I go, the only thing people want to talk about is Batkid. I was just at a meeting with the attorney general, and Kamala Harris said, 'Tell me about Batkid!' "
Miles and his family, who asked that their last name not be released, arrived in San Francisco on Thursday, the foundation said. His parents have been briefed on Friday's events, but Miles still does not know the extent of what's to come.
Wilson credited the spirit of tech-savvy San Francisco, whose residents took to the idea immediately and began spreading word through social media.
"We have done other superhero wishes before at Make-A-Wish, and no city has embraced it like this one," she said. "There's going to be a lot of love in San Francisco on Friday."
Vivian Ho is a San Francisco Chronicle staff writer. E-mail: vho@sfchronicle.com Twitter: @VivianHo


Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Do You Watch TV?

   Around our house we read a lot.  That's not to say we don't watch television much, because, well, we do in the evenings. But years ago we dropped cable and satellite and just went to network because THAT was so much better...(#tongueincheek, #totallynotserious)  We were cheap, tired of paying for junk.
  After a month we picked up Netflix which was great because you pick what you want to watch and they have lots of old shows.  We have watched lots of fun shows, including some British show called, "Rosemary and Thyme" about two middle age women gardeners who become murder solvers, and "Man, Woman, Wild" where a husband who was in Special Forces and his wife who is a British anchorwoman get dropped off in wild remote places around the world and they have to survive for three days.  My hubs and I love that show because we talk about stuff like that, no really...after raising three kids, rafting in whitewater in Colorado, doing aerobatics in a biplane and ziplining was no big deal! We may have some adventure show of our own some day.
  Just recently we found a fun caper type show called, "Leverage" with Timothy Hutton. He has a group of ex-thieves who go after "bad guys" and "big corporations" who deal in black market stuff and help out the little guys. In one recent episode they help an ex-National Guardsman who was shot by "friendly fire" and the company doesn't want to pay for his rehab. Turns out it's because he was a witness to their money laundering operation and they are out to kill him. But the team of Leverage goes after them because they feel it's right to help this guy out.
   So far, we've only watched three episodes so far and there are five seasons to go through, we have really enjoyed Leverage. Mostly because it's a caper show, with some interesting twists and turns and some decent chemistry between the cast.  It works.  And we're always about helping the underdogs survive and thrive. Good, Strong, Safe!

Thursday, October 24, 2013

Being A Coach Is Hard Especially If You're A Mom

 Let me just say up front, I have always been a klutz. That is nothing new. My family is used to me walking along and suddenly turning my ankle, catching myself, and going along. But last week, call it, ahem, my body getting a little along in middle age, it began to rebel against my "I can be a klutz and not pay for it attitude," that I tend to have.
   While walking across our church's choir loft which is in the middle of a construction project I was carrying my 20 lb guitar,  my music books and finishing a conversation with my sister-in-law, I missed a step.   Now this is nothing new for me to do up there, but because of the weight of my guitar and the books in my arms, I landed awkwardly, twisting my ankle and my back. BUT I DID NOT LAND ON MY FACE! I caught myself, my guitar swung wildly in my hand for a moment, but was also safe. The first thing I was thankful for was my poor guitar. It's over 40 years old and very sentimental to me so I would risk my life for it!  That was probably my undoing since I had a death grip on it and didn't want it flying over the choir loft railing!
   My sister-in-law gasped as she watched in horror. But after catching myself I turned and said, "I'm okay." But I wasn't. My ankle hurt and my shoulder. I limped the rest of the way down a flight of steps very, very gingerly and hobbled back to my office.  While I was sore the rest of the day, I was thankful that once again I had escaped injury in my klutziness and went home.
   The next day was Saturday so it was a flurry of cleaning the house, vacuuming, running errands. Coming back from the grocery I leaned over to put away a package of meat in the refrigerator when suddenly my back locked up, as did my knees and down to the floor I went.
   Anyone who has had their back spasm recognizes what happened to me, but this was a first for myself. What the heck just happened. My husband had his back turned and didn't see this as did my daughter. What I didn't realize is that when your back spasms you can't call for help. Why? I've no idea. The pain was so intense I really thought I had some how broken my back!
   Finally, my daughter saw me and asked if I was okay?
   She offered to help. "No, don't touch me right now," was all I could pant. By now my husband saw me and said, "Oh no, it's your back right?" I nodded. "Just wait until you can move yourself is the best but I'll be right here if you need help." He's been through before. I was thankful for the empathy and compassion in his eyes because I really thought something really bad was wrong.  I really don't deal with injuries to myself well, mostly because I rarely have big injuries to myself.  The time I inverted a rib I thought I was having a heart attack, oh, you only inverted a rib. That's painful, but not a heart attack. Then when the apparent arthritis in my knee from years of kneeling in church or and well maybe from 30 years of martial arts and kicking heavy bags,  caused me to trip and fall further swelling my knee, I thought I had torn something. Nope, the doctor said dismissively, it's only arthritis. ONLY arthritis I repeated?
   So when I fell in the choir loft I figured it was just another one of those shake your head, you are just a klutz again times. And it was, only this time I thought I had broken my back.
   I finally got up and limped to my bed, surrounded by my loving, understanding husband, my daughter who, apparently broke into a fit of laughing as a stress reaction to me getting hurt, and my dog and cat both of whom think it's perfecting logical to lick my face to cure me.
   So no major injury but man my back having spasms  like crazy. I spent the rest of Saturday on the couch with ice, and Sunday, except for going to church which was extremely painful also on the couch. Luckily Monday was Labor Day I didn't have to work so that meant more couch time with heat now and my back slowly healing.
   Now it's Wednesday, it still hurts and I'm supposed to play guitar up in the choir this Friday again. That means I have to lug my guitar up there and back. I'm not sure about that yet. I still can't carry my backpack across the parking lot without pain yet.  I don't think I'll be playing guitar in two days.
  And yes, I am being careful about my spine and know what to watch for that I really didn't tear or crush anything back there. But man, this getting older and not recovering thing really stinks! And I'm such a baby about it!  I wonder what would happen if I injured myself with something for real? I survived three C-sections, but that seems like a piece of cake compared to this back thing. For all the years in martial arts and banging away on pads, sparring with little equipment, falling down, etc. you would think my pain receptors would have toughened up. I'm a little disappointed with myself.  I can deal with the gray hair and wrinkles...I wish my body would too!

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Please let there be peace.

   Please, please, please, let there be peace on earth and if only it could begin with me. I have a fellow blogger who lives in Lebanon and she is worried for her family's safety. She has little babies, she has fellow countrymen. 
   Please continue to pray for our world and for the world peace that still seems to elude us.
   God please hear the prayers of the few who listen to you, make us strong and have voices to spread your Word and your peace.

Genesis 18:32
31And he said, "Now behold, I have ventured to speak to the Lord; suppose twenty are found there?" And He said, "I will not destroy it on account of the twenty." 32Then he said, "Oh may the Lord not be angry, and I shall speak only this once; suppose ten are found there?" And He said, "I will not destroy it on account of the ten." 33As soon as He had finished speaking to Abraham the LORD departed, and Abraham returned to his place