Time to Shine

Each of us has a fire in our hearts
 for something.
It’s our goal in life to find it
and keep it lit.
- Mary Lou Retton

It's been a while since I've blogged, and it seems a lot has transpired since.  In the interim, I have taken on a new challenge:  I have decided to compete in my first figure competition.  Of the four divisions for females -- bikini, fitness, figure and bodybuilding -- I have chosen to compete in the Masters's 45 and Over Figure.  Wow.  Gulp.  This is SO DAUNTING.

I've always considered myself rather modest when it comes to doing the showboat thing.  It always makes me feel a little gushy when I receive a compliment, not really knowing quite what to say, how to handle the attention, the flattery.  I MUST overcome that tendency to shy away from the camera and develop the necessary confidence that it takes to show well, to present my best, to be my best.  It's damn hard work, but I'm up for it, and I've already begun putting in the time and sacrifice (thus my absence from my blog).

For once, I've got to get comfortable with and embrace COCKY.  Self-assuredness.  Self-confidence.  Poise.  Balance.  Beauty.  Symetry.  Charm.  It's gotta all come together somehow.  And I have ten weeks left to pull this off.

I'm thinking I should blog now and then about my progress, my energy, my diet, my questions, my concerns.  It will be rewarding to be able to look back upon my journaling of this experience.



One of the fun things I have to look forward to and to decide is choosing the right color for my suit, something that stands out, that complements my skin tone as well as my body's strong points.  This should be fun.  (But expensive!)

When I announced to my family that I had decided to compete, I wasn't sure how it would be received.  I knew that my middle son would support me, be happy for me, because he GETS IT, fitness.  And he was.  HE WAS THRILLED.  (Cool - I'm stoked!)  My oldest son?  Another story.  He said nothing.  Absolutely nothing.  Not one word.  I mentioned how much it meant to me to compete, the icing on the cake of my passion for fitness, and even more rewarding and meaningful because of my age and the commitment it takes.  Nothing.  Not a word.  My youngest just nodded, slight grin, a bit of a skeptical look on his face, as if to say:  Really?  You really ARE?  Seriously?  Oh, okay.  Whatever.  My husband has been 100% supportive from day-one, word-one.  Bless him.  He has no idea how much that means to me.  NO IDEA.

I've decided not to tell my friends.  Yet.  I need to warm up to this whole thing.  I'm testing the waters.  I'm daydreaming a lot.  My mind dwells heavily on so many aspects of this whole challenge, and it's a lot to wrap my brain (and heart) around for now. 

I know that I must decide and win this in my mind first before I can go any further.   My body knows what to do.  That's the easy part.  I have to win in my mind.  I have to master my mind.  It's my biggest hurdle that looms. 

And I will.

It's ME VS. ME. 

I will draw energy from my passion and focus strongly on the power it yields.

This won't be easy.  I understand what is expected of me in the weeks ahead.  I know it will be grueling the last few weeks, and especially the days leading up to the competition.

Finding balance with life, and work and this newly found commitment will prove what I'm really made of.  Like a muscle, the requisite courage to achieve can only be strengthened with use.  I choose to face this challenge with courage and intensity and purpose.

Another Hot n Muggy Monday

Adrian:  Hey, can you tell me what's your name?
"My name is Roosevelt E. Roosevelt."
Roosevelt, what town are you stationed in?
"I'm stationed in Poontang."
Well, thank you, Roosevelt. What's the weather like out there?
"It's hot! Damn hot! Real hot! Hottest things is my shorts. I could cook things in it. A little crotch pot cooking."
Well, tell me what it feels like.
"Fool, it's hot! I told you again! Were you born on the sun? It's damn hot! It's so damn hot, I saw little guys, their orange robes burst into flames. It's that hot! Do you know what I'm talking about?"
What do you think it's going to be like tonight?  
"It's gonna be hot and wet! That's nice if you're with a lady, but ain't no good if you're in the jungle!"
Thank you, Roosevelt.

Too good!  Some of the best lines from this incredibly funny movie.  How I can relate!

Laughter...It's the best distraction when you find yourself in a really crappy mood, and there doesn't seem to be an end in sight.

It's the weather!  This heat and humidity!  This shit is getting old. 

Wait -- Where have I heard this before?  Wasn't it about six months ago everyone was bitchin' about the cold and crappy winter?

Is there a place on the planet that doesn't have these extremes?  I'm tired of being trapped inside 24/7.  The only tolerable time to be outside is at sunrise, and there's even a blanket of mugg at THAT hour, evidenced by the opaque condensation clinging to the windows.  But at least the sun hasn't made it to full blown scorch mode yet.  I suppose it would be a tad easier to tolerate if we were one of the lucky ones with a pool in our back yard.  But we're not. 

Our Weather Guy is predicting cooler temps this week.  But that's what he gushed about LAST week.  It didn't happen.  Not gonna hold my breath.

The thing about this muggy crap -- it plays such havoc on my mood.  Hey, I'm already pre-menopausal.  Add to that miserable muggy weather, and it's just not much fun being around me.  My poor family -- victims.  I just go into LEAVE-ME-ALONE mode.  I don't wanna cook.  Nothing tastes good anymore.  What do ya eat when the weather is like this?  I crave, but I don't know what I crave.  Don't wanna go anywhere.  Don't wanna talk to anyone.  Don't wanna do much of anything.  Just prefer to crawl into a dark, cool cave and hide there till fall. 

I find myself using mind games every day to distract me from this heat-induced misery, but I'm desperate for ideas.  And I'm frankly tired of pretending.  Tired of the mind games.  Tired of smiling when I don't really feel like it.  I'm just ... tired. 

Okay.  Shifting into coping mechanism mode here:  So I'll play one more mind game.  I'll pretend that what the Weather Guy said this morning IS reliable.  I'll look expectantly to Hump Day.  Ah, yes, how much nicer it will feel out by then.  I can taste it!  Sure.  Yep, I can tough it out today because that's only two more days of waiting for the breather.  And at that point we'll be through one-third of the hottest month of the year.  I can do this.  Yep.  What's a couple more days.  Mind games... 

C'mon, Weather Guy.  Don't let me down this time.

If It Ain't Broke...

 ... I guess it's okay to "fix it." 

I've never seen an uglier, more pitiful-looking cell phone in my life.  And I thought I had it bad.  My sons have smart phones and data plans, and I'm still wobbling along with my basic phone -- but at least my standard little phone has a qwerty keyboard!!!! Bonus!  Lucky me.

And then there's my friend Karen's phone...

Yes.  That's duct tape.


And this would be the end view of the phone.
Time for new duct tape...?

And this would be the back view.  (Note the sexy, sleak "lines" of this "slimline" baby!)

"But it still works!" she pleaded in defense. 

Needless to say, we laughed our asses off, those in attendance to witness such a spectacle.  We considered contacting the Smithsonian to see if they would be interested in a donation to their historical archives.  Of course, she would have never consented...

I left there feeling spoiled.  My poor, pitiful "dumb" phone was looking pretty smart afterall. 

There's "basic" and there's BASIC.  I guess everything is relative.  

My Three Sons

Well, it has been a while since I've blogged.  The holidays have been a little busy for me, but mostly in a good way.  Spending time with my sons all under one roof again has been wonderful.  Their interaction with each other, despite their age differences, their drastic personality differences, has been fun to watch. 

My oldest son, who made it home from Germany the Wednesday before Christmas, is the quiet, reserved type, very serious, focused, intelligent, meticulous, organized.  He loves to laugh, however, and he has an easy source of entertainment just watching his two younger brothers and their idiosyncracies.  He's enjoyed eating American food and "Mom's cooking" since he's been home (and Mom has enjoyed it a little too much too), all while keeping a watchful eye on his waistline.  He's about 70 lbs lighter than he was this time last year, and he feels great about that and wants to keep it that way.  He's gone to the gym with his brother and I, and that's bonded us as well.  He's spent time hanging out with his friends he hasn't seen in forever, and he's made great use of his time. 

My middle son is Pure Ham.  Not a humble thread in his body.  Yet as "all-about-me" as he appears, he's actually very generous, tender-hearted, sentimental and loyal to those who are close to him.  He enjoys family time and giving his younger brother a hard time.  He's not as focused on his academics as he should be, and his grades have taken a nose dive this semester.  We've had "the talk."  He has some reprioritizing to do this semester, and he knows it.  Athletics are nice, but he's there to LEARN AND GET AN EDUCATION.  As a rule, he's a huge slob, and I have to find that balance of keeping him accountable with his messes and yet not seeming like a constant nag.  He eats us out of house and home, trying to keep up with his protein input (he's trying to diet w/o losing muscle), so that means lots of skim milk and meat...cha-ching on the grocery bill.  Since he's been home from college, we've gone through 5 pkgs of chicken, a whole turkey, half a ham, several hamburgers, two trays of shrimp, turkey tacos x 3, an entire batch of venison meatballs, a tray of pulled pork BBQ, and 12 gallons of skim milk -- to hit the highlights.  He wears his welcome out at the local gym, but they love him and he enjoys all the comraderie with "the big guys" there.

My youngest son, 12, is thrilled to have his older brothers home and is on an endless, self-imposed quest to prove that he's way cooler than they are any day of the week.  He's my GQ of the family.  His hair has to be just so, his clothes, his shoes, his own idea of what is cool.  Very narrow borders apply.  I've stopped trying to figure it out or second guess, because just when I think I know what he expects or wants, he changes the rules.  He's a smart kid, responsible, conscientious.  A little on the shy side until you get to know him.  He's taking in and making the most of having his brothers home with him while he can.

So yes, watching my guys interact and observing how they're growing up and maturing into their own identities has been very rewarding and entertaining for me, helping me to focus on positive, happy, meaningful things in this first Christmas without my mother.

More later on the holidays...I gotta get dressed.  Headed to the gym to let off some steam, burn some calories and raise the endorphins.

I am in search of happy, funny things right now to help me move past some melancholy that I've been experiencing.  A friend sent me this video by email this morning.  That bird!  Bless his heart.  How he made me laugh and smile!  Gotta love his enthusiasm...

(more later)

"A Sacred Oratorio"

Every year at our church's Sunday morning service before Christmas (or on Christmas Day, depending on the calendar), the choir always ends the service with Handel's Hallelujah Chorus.

How many thousands of times have I heard this piece over my lifetime?  Countless.  Yet each time I hear it, standing in honor and awe and with gratitude and respect oozing from my veins, chills are sent down my spine, tears well in my eyes, and I am deeply moved.

I remember learning to sing this piece in school years ago, the alto line, and each time we performed --and every time since while serving as a member in various choirs-- it has that same effect.  Raising our voices to Him, there lies within me a yearning and pride to offer Him my very best...My Utmost. 

Christmas would not be Christmas without hearing this song...at least once.

Thank you, George Frideric Handel, for your talents in this glorious gift of timeless tribute to all who have come to worship Him.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SXh7JR9oKVE

Well done, friends!

A memorable meal indeed.

"I'm Always Near"

HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS

"Nobody means what they say on Thanksgiving, Mom. That's what the holiday is all about. Torture."
-Claudia 

"That is my favorite line in this, one of my favorite movies. This is a holiday at anyone's home: a congregation of people you love beyond comprehension and hate beyond belief but are bound to by blood.

There are so many wonderful and true moments in this film both funny and dramatic, that I cannot possibly name them all except to say that these moments, even the one between the sisters near the end, are what we give thanks for even if they are painful.
Yes family gatherings are dreaded, but once they are over we are happy to have attended, because somewhere amidst the chaos we remember why we love these people, where we came from, who we are, and what is truly important in this life.  Coming to realizations such as this inevitably involves torture.  We would much rather not think about it... this movie forces us to. Great movie." 
- Kate (Movie Reviews)


Oh, how I love a good comedy!  What a great movie indeed.  I've seen this movie a few times.  It is very funny, and I can relate to its undercurrent and message.  "Torture."  Over the years I always dreaded the getting together with extended family over the holidays, the dysfunctional personalities, the hands on the clock seeming to move more slowly than usual, the "over the top" food selections; the thermostat always seemed to be set too high, the noise level too loud, the conversations....uh, challenging? 


While spending the night with my mom this past spring, only a few months before she passed, I was in her back bedroom, digging through some of her old VHS movies one evening, spied this one (a favorite), and decided to "borrow" it for a while.  Of course, time passes, I got busy, distracted, the movie became "back burner," and I had forgotten where I'd put it.


So this evening, desperately needing a laugh, I thought it would be fun to watch THIS movie -- fitting for a Saturday night on a Thanksgiving holiday.  So I began looking...where did I put that movie????


And then, as I was looking through a drawer, I came across a stack of Christmas cards from years past.  (I save Christmas cards, not all of them, but most...I'm sentimental about Christmas cards...go figure)  And as if on cue, I saw a familiar card.  I knew immediately.  I recognized it as HERS.  It was from my mom....signed
...."I'm always near." 


Needless to say, that went STRAIGHT TO MY HEART.  I felt my heart being squeezed as tears filled my eyes...and then just as quickly, those tears were replaced with a smile.  She knew I needed to smile, to laugh, to remember the joy.  She needed to tell me: 
"It's okay.  I'm always near." 


Incidentally, I found the movie.   I WILL watch this movie before the weekend is over. 


Thanks, Mom.  You always show up. 
You always have, you always will.

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Over the River and Through the Woods...

...to Grandmother's house we go...

We will be celebrating Thanksgiving at grandma's house, our tradition now for several years.  She owns over 100 acres on a farm in the southeastern part of the state, and it's an ideal place for hunting, solitude, escape. 

The closest store from her house is about four miles away, and it is a small country store with one fuel/gas pump.  Her closest neighbor is one mile away from her.  All her "neighbors" live within 1-3 miles of her.  There are natural springs on her property and a small creek that runs down by her house.  Two barns still exist that were owned by a family who ran the farm about 100 years ago.

On a clear night, 

except for the faint light of the stars,

you can barely see your hand in front of your face.

The stillness is deafening.

The air is as clean as it gets.

For some reason, all worries seem to be left behind

when you enter this part of the world.

Intoxicated by the beauty and simplicity of nature that surrounds you,

the mind instinctively clears

and perspectives are renewed.

This place slows you down, whether you like it or not.

On the menu today:  Turkey, mashed potatoes, gravy, stuffing, cranberry sauce, green beans, broccoli casserole, slaw, rolls, pecan pie, pumpkin cake w/cream cheese icing, iced "maple leaf" sugar cookies, and my youngest son's choice:  Dirt Balls.

I WILL BE TAKING A LONG WALK THIS AFTERNOON.

Giving thanks, as I remember my many blessings, the goodness of God, for friends, family, past and present, and for the memories I hold dear of Thanksgivings past with my mom.