Gettin Better

Alright, maybe saying I would blog at least once a week was being a bit optimistic. You must acknowledge, however, that not as much time has passed between blog entries as before. Things have been rather busy. (I know excuses excuses). I have actually been quite productive today. Got my calendars, schedules, and reports done about a week early. I know I was impressed with myself too. (I can say that,- and just how awesome I am because noone actually reads my blog anyways). I miss Barbie. I absolutely adore Kathy (new Barbie). But I miss Barbie nonetheless.
This was a day of accomplishments for Syd too. He called me at work from school. I was concerned at first. A phone either from school or to my office is generally not good. This one was supurb. He had been working very hard on an essay. He called to tell me that he got a gold star on it. "Is that good?" I asked (remember he was calling me at work from school!) He informed me that a gold star means that he got an A+. We will do something special to celebrate this weekend I told him. A few hours later he calls me again (this time from home) to ask if we could celebrate tonight. Of course we can. A+'s don't come around that often.
Work too was incredible. I wish my wonderful boss felt better though. She has been ill, and we all adore her so much. I would hate to think of anything being seriously wrong. It would be devasting to us all.
I am finally of thinking of so much I want to say- but time will not allow. I hope I remember to blog again tomorrow (or sometime this week).

commitments

I realize it has been qute some time since my last post. In fact since I became oh so inspired to start this blog I have only submitted two entries. Is it that a truly fear commitment so much that I cannot commit to even weekly entries to a blog read soley by me? Wow, scary, enlightning. However, in situations where others are counting on me aq tend to be very reliable and even beyond what is expected or needed. This blog is more for me then anyone else , why don't I commit to it? It is something I want to do. I am sure of it.

So much has happened since my last entry. It is probably best not to try to tell it all. My dad was in a major car accident, hosptalized, had surgery, and receives follow up care. He's home now dealing with his physical aftremath. My mom (wh has post-polio and a host of other medical issues) had a catheter put in her heart. And my baby, Sydney (he's 13), has had his first trip to the Children's Hospital of Central California.

I hope to be more committed to this blog. Dave Hingsburger manages to blog daily even on the road. I am certain that I can find the time to blog at least once a week. I guess I'll be the first to know if I don't.

mission accomplished

wow, what a day. The morning started off a bit chaotic. My son needed gas money to get to school. He was on e but sure he could make it to the gas station and no further. I allowed him to take my credit card (with strict instructions on limit he could use and to get a receipt, etc). He goes to school a few miles south of where we live, the gas station about another mile or past the school. I work several miles North, with a stop just before work to drop off my youngest child at his Junior High School. I am sitting in front of Syd's school when I get a call on my cell from Ryan stating that he is at the gas station and my card will not work. What??? This is a very important day. I really need to be at work early to practice with a coworker a presentation we will be giving this afternoon for the Area 2 Board (very important). Obviously, my son stranded out of gas at a gas station takes precedence over anything else that does not pertain to anyone's well being. So I kiss my youngest son goodbye (although he would be perfectly fine if I retire this part of his morning routine), and jump on the freeway for the quickest route to the gas station Ryan said that he was at. I finally pull into the gas station. Ryan is at the wheel of his Lincoln (The gas obliterator) calmly reading a book. I took my card from him and inserted it into the pump. It worked fine. Ryan was honestly surprised. He was now late for school and asked if I could accompany him to explain why. (Remember I am still concerned about getting to work early to practice our presentation). I wrote him a note instead.
I made it to work not as early as I had planned, but earlier than scheduled. Barbie and I practiced our presentation a number of times before Cindi arrived. Once Cindi came in we all practiced together. We expressed our anxieties and concerns about the presentation while breaking out in a cowbell dance. It was fun, at times a little unconventional (mostly that), but productive. Our presentation was well received. I was even impressed by our performance. I am so blessed to have coworkers that are inspiring and with so much passion and integrity. (it really takes the pressure off :))
the afternoon concluded with a People First officers' meeting. Barbie and I are helpers for the local chapter. The meeting went very well. We covered so much. The officers were able to process events that had happened at the chapter meeting and the conduct and availability of a fellow officer. It was great.
I can't wait to see what tomorrow holds.

new

ok. I am new to blogging. I have done Twitter, MySpace, Facebbok. The trouble with those is I have attempted to keep up with dual identities. My goal was to create awareness about the awesome programs I am involved in. On the other hand these sites were also great for keeping up with family and friends on a personal level. So this blog is a reflection of the whole me. It won't be used to communicate with family in friends. However, I won't be leaving out details about my life that I have on other sites. These details, (which will still be omitted from the previous mentioned sites), are part of who I am and what shapes my views and character. This, in turn, effects my projects that I feel so passionately about. So, I from time to time expect to use this blog as my professional soap box triggered by personal and perfessional events and circumstances. I hope it doesn't prove too dull to read. I am content with the fact that it gives me a release, read or unread, in oreder to spark my creativity. We Care a Lot Foundation with all of many many projects thrives on creativity and non-conformity. This is a job I truly feel I was born to do. My whole life has lead to me to this role that I now fill. What a blessing. Thank you for reading. I will close with my favorite Gandhi quote, "Be the change you wish to see in the world."