time, time, need more time!

Hi bloggy buddies!

In the 1980's, there was some show about a girl who could freeze time. She could run around and do stuff while everyone else was still frozen. I always thought this would be the best superpower. It seems like there is never enough time to get done what I want to do. So if I could freeze everyone else, then I could do all my stuff, take a nap, unfreeze everyone, and still go about my day. Think of the possibilities!

I want to blog, I really do. I have two really great topics in mind.

But when to find the time???????????????????????

So never fear, I am still hooked on blogworld. As soon as I find my time freezing superpower, I will have a two, (ok, at least one!) really awesome, thought provoking posts.


A workout that works

I am trying to be better this year about losing weight and getting into shape. I would like to lose 100 pounds by my 40th birthday, which is in June, so it may or may not be a realistic goal. I have also committed to do Warrior Dash this summer with a group of teachers at my school.

The problem is twofold- I'm basically a lazy person, and I really like food. I know, overeating is really an emotional issue and we have to identify our triggers, blah, blah, blah - I like food. Food is awesome. Especially good chocolate. Not Hershey's, or cheap chocolate, but rich, creamy, thick tasty chocolate. Yum. I truly enjoy that. Or good pizza. Or ice cream. or a really good IBC root beer.

Well, that's probably why I need to lose about 100 pounds.

And it's not that I'm lazy, exactly, but life is busy. And working out takes time away from naps. I love naps. Nothing like cuddling up under a nice fluffy blanket, and hello, dream time.

Working out is sweaty. I don't like sweating; it's messy and smelly. And it's sometimes is painful. And really, really boring. Walking on a treadmill is extremely dull. Walking, walking, walking - not getting anywhere. I can't read on a treadmill - too bouncy. And my treadmill doesn't face the tv, so that doesn't work either. And t.v. time isn't meant for walking, it's meant for cuddling up on the couch with a nice fluffy blanket and some really good chocolate.

You might see why I have a problem.

But - I may have found a workout that will work for me. Swimming!!!

First, you have to know that I am NOT a strong swimmer. I can propel myself through the water, but it is NOT graceful, and it is NOT with any sort of technique. I also do not like putting my head under water. This is probably much to the dismay of my father, who is a great swimmer, and was a lifeguard for years.

But, who cares about technique? The point is to get moving, and keep moving. If I'm in the deep end, I can't stop moving or I'll drown. This is pretty good incentive! (Although, I don't think I could actually sink. As my husband pointed out, we are very buoyant - extra 100 pounds will have that effect)

Swimming doesn't hurt. Except for the charley horse I got when trying to do the butterfly kick. Good thing I'm buoyant, or that could have gotten ugly!

Swimming isn't sweaty. Or, maybe it is, but I was already wet, so who could tell?

When swimming laps, you are at least going somewhere. Maybe not too far, but it's farther than on a treadmill.

The main issue with swimming is that I look like hell in a swim suit. But, the whole point of exercise is to eventually look better in everything, so anyone who is judging me can just get deal with it. And since I'm swimming while little kids are taking lessons, all the grown ups are watching their kids in the other pool anyway.

I swam laps for about 50 minutes last night while Tanis had swim lessons. (he's a really good swimmer. Far better than me, with actual technique and stuff.) I would have made it an entire hour, but a kid threw up in the pool, so we all had to get out. (I asked Tanis, he assured me it wasn't him. He said it looked cool, though!)

Pushing myself to swim for an hour (okay, 50 minutes, but that's not MY fault.) wasn't even hard. I was dying at the end, but I actually wanted to keep going. I have never said that about a land based workout. And, according to my fitness app, I burned about 700 calories!!

So, yes, I might not look great in a swim suit. And it might be expensive to go to the rec center each week. But I think swimming just might be the workout that finally works for me.


Whose side are you on?

This weekend, Brian was invited to his friend's birthday lunch in East Lansing. Tanis and I went, too, and since it was such a nice day, we geocached while Brian was with his friends.

Before we left Ohio, I went to the ATM so that I would have cash in case we needed it, for parking, lunch, shopping, etc. I put it in my pocket instead of my wallet, which I never do.

At some point early in our adventures, I must have pulled my phone out of my pocket, and my $40 came out with it. I didn't realize this until I was at the comic book store and I tried to pay for Tanis's purchases. $40 - lost. gone. forever.

I was quite depressed about this, as $40 is a decent amount of money. I consoled myself by thinking that at least if I had to lose it, it was probably found by someone who really needed it. We were in a college town, and I was once a (very!) poor college student. I know what it's like to not know how you're going to pay for tuition, or books, or even food for the week. So, I thought, at least my money will help someone pay for the essentials. I probably made someone really happy, relieved a lot of stress.

Later, when I told Brian this, he laughed and said, "You're in a college town. Someone is having a great time at the bar right now."

I think this is a great example of how we both think about things. I am an idealist. I like to think the best of people, and I think things work out for the best. Brian is a realist. He looks at the world logically, and sees that people have flaws, and don't always have the best intentions.

So what do you think? College kid was very grateful and spent the money on essentials, or, College kid was excited and partied it away?



Today, my heart still hurts. It has been two days since innocent children were murdered, as were the teachers who tried to protect them.

I am a teacher. I wanted to be a teacher so I could teach. Inspire. Help. Create. Motivate. Guide. Nurture. Heal.

I did not know that, as a teacher, I might have to look death in the face. I did not know that I might have to make the decision of whether to take a bullet in order to save a student, or to save myself so that my own child will not grow up motherless. This is not a choice I feel equipped to make.

I do not want to have to go to training to learn how to disarm an attacker. I do not want the responsibility of carrying a weapon into the classroom. I do not want to ever find out if I could take the life of one person, in order to save the lives of others.

I do not want to look at the faces of my students, and wonder which one might want to shoot me. Although, it is something that we all think about now. It is not right, and it is not fair to the student that I am probably judging unfairly.

We have a problem in our country. We have a lot of guns. We have a lot of young people who have a lot of anger. And we have a lot of young people who feel hurt, abandoned, ignored, who just want to make their mark. And we are showing them that if they are monsters, they will be immortalized forever.

So what is the answer? I don't know. I think gun control is a part of it. I think better health care and addressing mental health issues is a part of it. But I think a huge part of it is with families. A huge part of it is morality. A huge part of it is tolerance for those who are different.

Why are 9 year olds playing first person shooter games? What are we as a society thinking when we allow this? Why is violence so glorified and accepted in games, in movies, on tv, in songs? What impression are we making on our children when we show these things as entertainment? Where are parents when their children are watching and playing and listening to these things? And, where are parents when their children are hurting emotionally? If the parents aren't there, where is the rest of society? Why isn't anyone paying attention to the deep hurt and pain and torment in the hearts of our youth?

Our children are growing up in a society of pain. A society that mocks people for their decisions, whatever they may be. A society where it is perfectly acceptable to make fun of people for any reason, and then call it entertainment. A society where violence is glorified, and hopefulness and helpfulness are derided. A society that makes light of drug use. A society that shows casual sex as fun, and if you aren't partaking in drugs and sex and alcohol, well then you're just a prude. People are predicting an apocalypse this year.

It has been said that "life as we know it" will be changed forever. And I for one, fervently hope this is true.

I hope that 2013 ushers in a new age of tolerance, peace, and hope. A new age where people reach out to those in need. A new age where gun control is no longer a hot button political topic, but something that we can discuss as rational human beings. A new age where, if you don't agree with someone's ideas, you can still find respect for them as a human being. And a new age where we help young people find respect for themselves. A new age of love and understanding, where children do not have to turn to sex, or drugs, or alcohol, or violence, just to fill the void inside of themselves.

I don't understand our world. I don't understand a world where someone can be hurting so badly that he thinks it's a good idea to gun down 6 and 7 year olds in cold blood. I cannot imagine what torment he must have felt in order to have it in his heart to perform such heinous acts.

I don't understand it. But I must understand. We all must understand. We cannot look away from this, not ever. We must face these horrors, and we must be willing to change our world so that acts this horrendous will never again be possible, by anyone.

This won't happen just because we make new laws. This won't happen just because people with mental health issues have better access to care. This will only happen if we change people's hearts. And that can only happen if we change our own.

Farewell, till we meet again!

So they went off together. But wherever they go, and whatever happens to them on the way, in that enchanted place on the top of the Forest, a little boy and his bear will always be playing.