While wandering around today, I read this page on IvoryHut’s website. I thought it might be a good idea to start a list of my own. I will consider this a work in progress.
I’ve added it as a page over there—————–>
Month: November 2007
So much for half hours…
Two busy days.
No home yoga, but still sore from Thursday night’s class! Lots of shoulder work this week-just what my cranky neck didn’t need.
Dad’s still sick…now the doctor says it’s not shingles. He’s had whatever it is for a month. Mom wanted to know if anything was new. I said, “Nope! All is well here!” Didn’t mention my doctor appointment to her. Hopefully the ultrasound Tuesday will show nothing so she’ll never need to know I even went.
Just remembered I forgot to pick up the PTSO money for deposit. SHOOT! Will have to do that Tuesday, since Monday is a holiday.
Strange dream last night. I was teaching special ed in a new classroom. Steph was my assistant. One girl was in the front row crying during a lesson–LOUDLY–and driving me crazy, so I asked Steph to take her out until she got herself under control. Started to wake up realizing it was Baby Boy, crying in his crib. Weird.
Evolutionary Moments
Oprah calls them “AH-HA Moments.” I will call them Evolutionary Moments…those moments in which you suddenly realize that a Life Lesson has been learned. Shortly after that last post, as I was going about my chores, I realized that all my venomous feelings toward the whole PTSO issue had disappeared. My anger toward that certain someone who has caused me grief, was gone. Gone like it was never there to begin with. That’s when I realized I had had an Evolutionary Moment. I am a better person…I internalized a lesson that God has probably been trying to teach me for decades. Help…not because you have to, but because you want to. Help, not because others expect you to, but because I expect you to. Help, not out of obligation, but because it is right.
I must tell my girls The Lesson I learned today. They heard my frustration this morning, and my not so generous comments. Now they need to hear that I learned…and hopefully they will learn too. Children learn by example and I haven’t been setting a very good one for them in this area. Thank God for people like Suzanne…teaching by example, helping others like me evolve.
So this is the right way to live…
After dropping several f-bombs this morning following a frustrating phone call, I sent out this plea for help to school staff this morning,
Good morning Everyone!Want to catch up with an old friend? Want to drink coffee and eat all the homemade brownies you can stuff in your mouth? Want to entertain a really cute baby? Then volunteer to work with me at tonight’s Book Fair!!!!!! *WhoooHoooooo*!!!Okay, Okay….now for the serious plea. I got a call this morning from the woman who was supposed to work with me tonight. She can’t make it until after 7:00 at the earliest because she had forgotten about her parents’ 40th Anniversary Party being tonight. Soooo….I’m on my own. And I have to bring Alex because Bill is working late tonight. If any of you are available (I know it’s short notice and definitely not on anyone’s “fun thing to do” list) I would really appreciate having a partner to help out. I will bring the Dunkin Donuts coffee and homemade brownies! Please e-mail me ASAP if you are willing and able. The Fair runs from 6:00-8:00 tonight. Thanks a bunch!XO DanielleP.S. Bob….I will be over sometime this afternoon to check things out and get the lowdown on how to run this thing.
and within 2 minutes, Suzanne B. sent her reply.
I can help. I can probably even bring an 18 year old that would love to entertain a really cute baby.Suzanne
Just when I swear I will never volunteer for anything else again, someone comes along and saves me by volunteering……. I will continue to volunteer because I want to be more like her than like the other one. I will just volunteer very selectively. Pay it forward.
Best laid plans….
So you know that half hour thing? Didn’t work today. Long visit with my Mom-in-law, and lots of time hanging out on the floor with my son. All good, but no writing, no yoga. And still no danged rejection letter from Levine Books! The wait is torture!
So I’m thinking…how about this for an idea…
Little girl thinks she can’t do anything right cause Mom is on her case for all the little things…(hmm…sound familiar? They say to write about what you know.) Well, then the viewpoint shifts to Mom, who is always noticing the good things, but girl doesn’t see it….that doesn’t seem right somehow.
Maybe what’s coming out of Mom’s mouth and what little girl hears are different due to perspective. A lesson book in listening to each other?? Hearing what’s actually being said instead of hearing what you assume will be said? Could be interesting if I could pull it off.
A Half Hour a Day 