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Wallflower

If you know me, you likely don't think the title of this post suits me one bit. In fact, I feel like I have lived two VERY different lives...quiet and shy for the first part merging into the boisterous social person I have become.

My younger sister on the other hand was born adorable, social and feisty.  When people came to visit they gravitated to her.  I gravitated to the wall.  Sounds pathetic, but I don't recall being bitter about it...we had roles to play and we did it well.

Attitude and the Wallflower: Starsky and Hutch.

If I were to spend time being bitter, it might be about THIS:

Tall blond in the Wallflower swimsuit: Incognito.

Anyway, where was I? Oh right...so at some point I rebelled.  I raised my voice.  I made a scene.  I spoke my mind. It was....awkward.  Well, I was 14...EVERYTHING was awkward, but more about that and my really big 80's hair another time.

All of this to say...I might be reverting to my wallflower ways.  I still speak my mind, but perhaps not as willing to put myself out there. Until last night, that is.  We went to a Seasonal Celebration for the Hub's work and the event had a Cowboy theme.  I had no sooner finished the fabulous meal when I was being dragged out to the dance floor to dance. LINE DANCE. I kid you not.  I lived through the early nineties, the Electric Slide and Cadillac Ranch, I saw no reason to return to it.  However, this lady, single and new to town was ready to dance so there I stood: mortified and ready to bail.  When did I become that person? I mean when did I become THAT person again? 

So I grit my teeth, stick it out, learn 3 different line dances and have a terrific time, dancing the night away.  Even dragged the Hubs out to dance a couple of times! HAD. A. BLAST. 

A Wallflower no more.

Less AND More

It's that wonderful time of year when we make resolutions and I'll be honest, this is not a tradition I have honoured.  I've rebelled.  Why set myself up to fail, right?  Can't fail if I don't try.

This year is different.  Is it that I am maturing or because the number 40 is looming closer by the day? Regardless, I have been thinking about the impending year for quite some time.  2012. Year 39.  It's a big year, no doubt.

I am going to leave the obvious off of this list: be a better child of God, wife, mom etc, as I must dedicate my resolve to those goals daily.

I often say "Less is More" and I hope that rings true for the upcoming year...

LESS:
Stuff. I am mid-purge and I am not done. May I never be done.
Food. Why am I eating?  I am a cellulite hoarder and my thighs need an intervention.
Procrastination.  This is a tough one.  It enables me and I rely heavily upon it.  It defines me and I welcome it. THIS is a sick relationship.

However, while less is good, there are areas that need improvement: So, please Sir, I want some MORE.

MORE:
Personal Motivation. I have been lacking in this aspect of my life as long as I can remember. Easily inspired by another's cause, my own is rarely even recognized.
Accountability.  I have plans already in motion: exercise and menu planning, this one gives me hope!
Activity. The older I get, the younger 40 seems.  What if....what if I could make 40 look good?  I don't think it's a pipe dream.  I'm always going to be "big boned" (who created that label, seriously?)  and I am not looking for the fountain of youth by any means, but aging gracefully certainly does have it's appeal!  Time to get off of my keister and DO more, challenge myself, experience life and create memories.


I know I should feel COMPLETELY overwhelmed right now.  I'm talking *curl up in the fetal position rocking back and forth, sucking my thumb* overwhelmed.  However, I don't and I am so excited!  I cannot wait to see what this year brings: wishing you all the "good" (hold the bad and the ugly please) in 2012...
HAPPY NEW YEAR!

What personality are YOU?

I am stealing this from @girlwithsometho's blog: A place of my own.
http://girlwithsomethoughts.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-temperament-are-you.html

check out this website!http://keirsey.com/4temps/champion.asp I am a Guardian personality. what type are you! I would love to hear. DO IT! It helps me to learn more about YOU!

That Friend.

Think of "that" friend you have...you know the one that you can go months, YEARS without seeing but the second you are in the same space together it's as if time stood still, there is no awkwardness, conversation is as easy as ever...you know, THAT friend.

I have been blessed over the years with a couple of these friends.  I remember the PHS class of '92 10 year reunion, how in no time we were phoning up a classmate who could not attend in a fit of giggles, much like we would have done 10 years prior. It wasn't that we failed to mature, (it wasn't, back off! lol) just that we were safe and we knew it.  A friend from Saskatoon who now lives in Edmonton, same thing.

 In recent years I was blessed with another such friend.  As all too often happens in Three Hills, connections are made as people are on their way out.  Hard enough on those who leave, but my friend and her family...they are always left.  They make our transition easier and then we say goodbye. 

When we sold the farm it was AFTER our flocks were ordered...thus the hubs left for the big city for work for a whole year, coming home on the weekends to help with the 20,000 turkeys we'd have in our barns.  Having the pressure of single parenting, the farm and the health of the flocks would have been overwhelming had it not been for Erin and her family.  Whether it was a mid week meal, bowling game, taking the kids skiing, going for endless walks filled with amazing conversation, or helping in the barns...they did it.  

Erin and Brad placing the day-old poults: a hot, taxing job that must be done fast.

EVERYTHING is more fun with Erin.  Even trick or treating while I was sick with H1N1 was a hoot. 

All of this to say....I got to spend time with Erin and her kidlets the other day and it was lovely. The end. 

I JEST!!! Here are some photos...

Chillin' at Discovery Canyon

The geeky white boys.  No worries, they are aware of this charming nickname and embrace it with their white geekiness and we LOVES them for it:)

This is what it's all about...

The Beauty.

The adventure.

The Conversation.

The Activity.

The Water...was cold...apparently.

The Friends.

Holding onto summer just a little longer...

The only downfall to this day: it wasn't enough.

Pretty

So in a conversation I had recently with friends regarding mismatched couples (one is super hot, the other…not so much, yet they seem very happy just the same), I blurted out that I know I am pretty.  Weird.  So very weird.  I don’t think I have said that out loud before and I have since wanted to apologize for it.  Weirder still.  I don’t like to make open-ended comments that leave room for forced compliments…so I decided to leave well enough alone.  I got to thinking….I don’t remember ever truly feeling ugly.  FAT, yes, and always room for improvement, but ugly, not so much.   Also, I smell good, just sayin’.

So this is where it could get a little rambly…

I think about this a lot. We have these great kids to raise, and we need them to have that confidence.  To know they are secure in their knowledge that God created them in his image, that we have instilled the self esteem they require…I want them to feel like they are enough regardless of what media or those around them are saying.  

Being enough. 

Enough to have the confidence to be kind, and have a passion for giving back.

Enough to know that the perceived beauty in billboard sized images is not a reflection of how they should look…or act.

Being enough doesn’t mean we have arrived, but it does mean that there is a peace in the knowledge that there is room to grow. 

Enough to never believe any person who tells them otherwise.

There have been years wasted in insecurity and I wouldn’t wish it on anyone.  So much inward focus…it’s exhausting.  I know we can’t skip any steps for our kids, they will have their own path, but I do pray that they know they ARE enough, step back, see the beauty in and around them…and hopefully, make better use of their time.

It's the Best Day EVER!

So, having a hard time keeping up with the many modes of social media...Facebook, Twitter, Blog, Flickr, Google+, Pinterest...probably time for an intervention.  I love to share and be shared with...what can I say?

Last thursday we flew to Toronto, The Hubs had work to do, then off to my family reunion, more about that tomorrow!  Friday was spent in Toronto...finally, a "few months long" dream was fulfilled for my children:  THE HOCKEY HALL OF FAME!

The Hockey Hall of Fame is part of a beautiful old building.

In the replica Montreal Dressing Room.  Yes I let them in there, despite the strong Hab influence.

The Hub's still got it after all these years.

We were very surprised to see the Stanley Cup, figured it would be with a Boston player, and in fact it was the very next day.  The boy points out the most important win...THE FLAMES!

Did I mention that the building is beautiful...this is the ceiling above the Cup.

My kids: for the win!

After a brief break, we were toured about by friends, who took us for supper and showed us the harbor sights and sounds.  With the Caribana Festival in town, there was much to see AND hear!

Toronto was pretty all lit up.

Thanks you two, fantastic hosts...taking us past the Roger's Centre as the game let out, Much Music, Marilyn Denis studio, walking us almost all the way back to our hotel, great fun! 

As is typical with kids these days, they are never fully satisfied, disappointed that we did not make it to the CN Tower...guess it just means we have to go back...next reunion???  Hubs??  Better give him a few days;)