Saturday, 29 December 2012

2013, the year of 'Calm'

Well, here we are, nearing the end of another year. At this time every year, I like to spend a little time reflecting on the year passed and looking at all it's facets ... Embracing each moment. Each success, each failure, the happy moments and the sad ones. Looking at it all with an open mind, a vulnerable heart, and a complete willingness to take away the lessons that each instance was meant to teach me.
This year I learned:
- That I must allow my children to find their own way. My way might work for me, but that doesn't mean it will work for them.
- That as fabulous and amazing I know my kids to be, it means absolutely nothing if they can't see it for themselves. My mom heart witnessed MANY moments this year when my kids realized for themselves the wonderful people I ALWAYS new them to be.
- That I am absolutely willing to fiercely protect my family... Their hearts, their spirits, and their health. Even if the cost is great.
- That what other people think of me, is really none of my business.
- That my kids really do enjoy each others company. Hearing my kids say "I love you" to each other, completely illicit one of the greatest feelings on the planet.
- That it is OK to say 'No' to the things you do not want in your life, and how that makes it easier to say 'Yes' to the things you do.
- That times of 'quiet' are essential, each and every day.
- That people show love in a variety of ways... and if you look back, you will probably see it has always been there.
- That support, grace, dignity, and courage is alive, well, and thriving in the hearts of her lifelong dearest friends. Cancer never stood a chance.
- That marriage is tough, blended families are no picnic, but ALL things worth having, are absolutely worth working for.
- That my marriage is completely based on pure love, adoration, and respect. That there is NEVER a time when either of us sets out to intensionally hurt the other, and that the most heart healing words one can ever hear is a heartfelt "I am so sorry."
- That letting go of old pain, and releasing parts of ourselves that have been holding us back - in a sacred way can be extremely profound and freeing.
- That every day I open my eyes, I am SO very blessed by all the goodness that surrounds me.

My word for 2012 was 'Fly'. Looking back, 2012 offered me many opportunities to spread my wings. I can honestly close my eyes on Dec 31, 2012, and know I served my word well.

When I wake on Jan 1, 2013, my new word will be 'Calm'.

2013 is the year meditation and yoga. It is the year of honouring myself enough to let go of more of what I don't want to have in my life to make room for what I do want in my life. It is the year of no gossip, no drama, no absorbing, mirroring, or becoming part of the toxic behaviour of others. It is the year of walking away from things that make me feel ways I do not wish to feel so I can walk towards the things that feel right and peaceful.

It is the year of loving people first, and right off the bat, and still loving them no matter what. It is the year of seeing the good in all people. It is the year of looking for what is right, instead of what is wrong. It is the year of being kind to myself, and taking as many 'Day Ones' as I need to get it right.

It is the year of going where the peace is, and staying there as long as possible. It is the year of knowing the way to peace ALWAYS exists even if you happen to stray from it for a bit. It is the year of allowing what I think be as important to me as what others think. It is the year of always choosing to see the bright side. It is the year of shining a light on the dark places, and facing what is there. It is the year of embracing and rationalizing my fears, then overcoming them. Its the year of more art projects, and an Etsy shoppe.

It is the year that will set the stage for me to continue to live the way that lightens my spirit, puts a smile on my face, and puts peace in my heart.

It is the year of 'Calm'.

Sunday, 29 July 2012

More Conversations with a Rokstar....

As an addendum to an earlier post, here is a continuation on my 'Best Seller' book propsal....

So. I am going to write a book and call it “Conversations with a Rokstar”. This is my life with this guy who makes me laugh my ass off … pretty much EVERY day.

  • Chapter One: Why the Dead Sea is going to dry up by next Tuesday.
  • Chapter Two: In the Zombie Apocalypse, don’t expect me to save your ass because your refusal to watch scary movies leaves you uneducated.
  • Chapter Three: Next decade, when we are all dead and gone and only the wild animals remain, don’t say I didn’t warn you.
  • Chapter Four: The eleventh commandment – Thou shalt not cover thine sandwich – a commentary on open faced buns at church functions.
  • Chapter Five: Hey. This chicken looks like a vagina.
  • Chapter Six: I married you for your hot ass, I didn’t know you were a princess.
  • Chapter Seven: The only reason to become a doctor is for the naked chicks and the nice car… maybe I will become a pimp.
  • Chapter Eight: My testicles are huge today. I think I will spend my day riding around on the back of a Dodge 4X4.
  • Chapter Nine: I’ve been working hard on my number one hit – “I’ve got youuuuu… tied up in my basement.”
… More to come …


Update: promised...
  • Chapter Ten: Rokstar talks about his teenage years: no mom, I am not gay... I'm just a looser.
  • Chapter Eleven: Self Help Rokstar style: "Honey, we're good... Some of the greatest minds in the world were fucked up."
  • Chapter Twelve: Reading between the lines: "Miss Independence ... By Kelly Clarkson was actually meant to be titled 'Jeremy Kornel, I don't know you but I totally want you' "
  • Chapter Thirteen: Observations on current teenage attire: "I think all the male teachers at the high school must be gay."
  • Chapter Fourteen: Life coaching RS style: "Honey let me be clear about his intentions- there two types of men in this world, the men who would sleep with you, and then there are the gays."
  • Chapter Fifteen: "Wow... I can't even see that guy." - things one must say EVERYTIME they encounter someone wearing camouflage.
  • Chapter Sixteen: Bird Calls 101: 'I'm just talking to the birds, except I scared them away... I think I may have mastered the call of their enemy, either that or I just said "hey you sure got a purdy beak" in bird language *hums the theme to deliverance* "

... Still more to come I am sure... :)

Sunday, 10 June 2012

Seven years ago today...

I love you

Not only for what you are;
But for what I am
When I am with you
 Roy Croft

Seven years ago, today... I awoke filled to the brim with nervous excitement.

Seven years ago, today... I was pampered, primped and pedicured as I prepared to look my very best as we started down this new path that was laid out before us.

Seven years ago, today, everyone was getting ready for the big day!

Princess Emma
Princess Aidan
Princes Amber
Ryley and Josh

Seven years ago, today, my princess's walked down the isle to their daddy (to this song) where he waited with our sons.

Seven years ago, today, on the arm of my dad, I walked down the isle (to this song) to meet them.

Seven years ago, today, we were reminded that:
Love works miracles every single day

Love brings to a relationship...
So many gifts:
Gifts of joy, hope, happiness
tolerance & understanding.
The gift of listening to your heart
Believing in yourselves and others
and realizing your dreams.

Love means...
Trusting enough to risk being hurt,
Even when you don't understand.
Weeping with the other in heartache,
and celebrating with them in joy. 
Love means...
Listening to each others deepest thoughts,
Supporting each others goals and dreams
and walking beside each other
offering courage and strength.
respecting one another,
and sharing all things.

Love means...
Welcoming the challenge
of whatever obstacles you will encounter,
Helping each other to grow
as indaviduals and as partners. 

Love is a relationship... 
It's about two people,
Having tremendous strengths
but also, having vulnerabilities, like we all do...
And one person being able to strengthen the other
in their areas of vulnerability.
Being there for the other
Needing the other
Completing the other.

Seven years ago, today, he said:
I call upon these persons present to witness that: I, Jeremy Daniel Kornel do take thee, Coreena Dawn Brodersen to be my lawful wedded wife.  
In you I have found my rock, my support, my one true love. I have found a caring mother, a compassionate friend and my one true soul mate. I promise to love you always, as I do today. I promise to be with you through laughter and tears as we concur all obstacles, that life puts befor us. I promise to respect and honor you in all that you do. Forever, I will cherish and never take for granted the love that we share.   
You are my inspiration, my muse, and my one true love. From today, and always... I love you.

Seven years ago, today, I responded:
I call upon these persons present to witness that: I, Coreena Dawn Brodersen do take thee Jeremy Daniel Kornel to be my lawful wedded husband...  
In doing so, I commit my life to you. To have and to hold as an equal partner in life to whom I give my deepest love and devotion. To build our dreams together while allowing you the space you need to grow with your own dreams. To evolve with you as a life partner, to be by your side, in all situations and all circumstances, no matter what life bring. I promise to be the best mother that I know how to be, yet I promise to be humble enough to know that there is always room to do better. I promise to honor and tenderly care for you, to cherish and encourage you, and to love you with all that I am for as long as we both shall live.  
From this day forward, I will be your proud wife, and your best friend.

Seven years ago, today, we exchanged rings, carried by our sons, with the words:
With this ring I give you my promise, that from this day forward, you shall never walk alone.  
My heart will be your shelter, my arms will be your home.  
We will walk together through life, as partners and best friends.  
I promise, that I shall always do my best to love and accept you, exactly the way you are.
With this ring, I give you your freedom and my trust in you.  
I give you my heart, until the end of time... I have no greater gift to give.

they took their jobs so seriously...
:) nothing like the tinkle of a wedding ring hitting the floor in the middle of a quiet cerimony.  <3

Seven years ago, today, surounded by a handful of family and friends, I did the ugly cry when she said "With pleasure I introduce you Jeremy and Coreena Kornel."
FINALLY!! (this my friends is my ugly cry! <3)

Seven years ago, today, we made promises to each other that we still cherish, honor and live everyday.

Seven years ago, today, I married my best friend.  The one, who, above all else 'gets' me, respects me, believes in me and sees the best in me.  I married the one who knew me better than I knew myself - all the good, and all the bad - and he loved me anyway.  I married the one who, from the deepest and sincerest part of his soul, has my best intrests, happiness and peacefulness at heart.

Seven years ago, today, we completed the circle that is now our big beautiful family.

Seven years ago, today, I became his Mrs.

It was my BEST day.


Tuesday, 8 May 2012

Just laugh.

So…  some of you may already know I have kids.  I have a LOT of kids.  There are often five of them running around here.  Before I go on, let me say, I adore with all of my heart, each one of them for their own unique personalities.  Everyday I wake up bursting with gratitude that I get to be their Mom.  Yes, I DO have teenagers, and yes that does still apply to them.

I know I have said that I will someday write a book of conversations I sometimes have with my husband… aka The Rokstar…  But I think there is also a fabulous book just waiting to be written about the shit that goes down here on a daily basis where my kids are concerned…

Everything, in my house, is a joke. Everything. And about 90% of the time… the jokes are at my expense.  Maybe I am an easy target, maybe my kids mistake my “I’ve had enough – time to stop fucking with me” smile for the way less threatening “Oh you are so funny” version… I dunno.  I have even had to resort to drastic measures to get set some ground rules around here… But still... many a laugh is had in our home at my expense.

From the time, a few years ago, I put My wee-est princess to bed and kissed her darling sweet little face, and then turned to leave the room as she so sweetly said “Good night Mommy, make sure you sleep with one eye open.”  and then giggled... (for the record, I didn't sleep much that night... thanks Chucky)

Or the time I send my super hyper and 'bored' boys out to wash my car with the garden hose and a pail of soapy water.  I went out to see that they were actually doing as I asked, when my biggest boy threateningly points the hose at me.  I said to him “If you spray me with that hose I WILL kick your ass.”  Which was promptly followed by a compete and total saturation of my clothes, my hair, and my make-up by the hose wielding  little brat.  Clearly he knew the odds were in his favour.

Or how about the time the big Princess and I were playing UNO Spin.  I was instructed by the stupid spinny thing that I had to continuously draw cards until I found a ‘blue’ one.  Well, I am sure all the blue had been removed from the deck as I drew card after card after card…  the big princess was anxiously awaiting her turn and still the pile would not give me a blue freaking card as I drew and drew and drew.  Finally she blurts out a frustrated... “Ah for fuck sakes!”  She was 6.  I nearly spit out my kidney.

But most recently was an instant with my boy.  He was pushing the limits … goofing around, being crazy and hyper.  I was DONE.  I said – very sternly “Ryley ENOUGH now.  That is ENOUGH.  I have had enough, it is time to stop.  IT IS NOT FUNNY NOW STOP.”  He got all quiet, as he usually does after he’s been scolded, and put his head down, seemingly FINALLY heeding to my request.  Seconds later he pops his head up… fingers pulling down is eyes, other fingers pulling at the sides of his mouth, and still more fingers pushing up his nose.  He looks at me crossed eyed with his tongue sticking out of his distorted face and says “Is it funny now?” … seriously… The little brat.

Oh… But I too have some claims to fame…!

Like the time I sent the big princess to school all decked out in her freshly washed cute little hoody…  little did I know, the dryer – with the aid of static cling - had strategically deposited a pair of my skimpiest unmentionables in the hood of her sweater for her to find in the classroom, with all her friends as witnesses, as she prepared to start the school day. (and another $100 gets added to the ‘for future therapy’ fund)

Or recently the time that I secretly enlisted the help of the boys grade 8 homeroom teacher to assist me in getting the boy to pick his underwear up off the bathroom floor…  which was promptly followed by a text from the boy that read ‘WTF?!?!’ 10 minutes into the school day. ($100 in to the ‘fft’ fund)

Or the time I heard the biggest boy stirring in his room ready to come into the hall… I hid in the dark and went “BAAAA” as he entered the bathroom… he nearly wet his pants. ($100 to the ‘fft’ fund)

Or perhaps the time a few years ago when the wee-est princess kept going to an area of the yard I didn’t want her in because I couldn’t see her from where I was working, so I told her to be careful the monsters didn’t get her over there because that is where they sometimes hung out… she stayed in my sight after that… and we had to do the 'protect your room from monsters' ritual every night for a month so she would sleep in her own bed. ($100 to the ‘fft’ fund)

So... Over the years I have learned...

  • that I really had no choice but to stop taking myself so seriously.  
  • that the words “ohhh, when I have kids, my kids will never ever be allowed to….” ONLY come back to bite you in the ass. Hard.
  • that the curse… the one put on us by our moms… when she says “Someday, when you have kids, I hope your kids act just like you are acting right now!” … is real, and true, and, in hindsight, should scare the hell out of any self righteous know-it-all-teen…  ‘cause reality is, you will get away with nothing.  You ALWAYS gotta pay for that shit.
That its the moments
  • that each and every moment that you laugh, and the ones that you cry… 
  • the moments where you have that kick ass parenting breakthrough that you want to proudly tell the world about…
  • the parenting moments that maybe weren’t so kick ass and you would prefer to keep to yourself while secretly freaking out that social services are going to show up on your doorstep…
  • the moments where you are at the beginning of your rope ... and the moments where you are at the end… 
 All of the moments. Every one.  Good or bad.  Are all part of our journey. 

The journey where we are blindly doing the best we can to just keep them alive until they are ready to be unleashed on the world... and hoping somehow along the way we manage to turn these little people that came to us as a clean slate... into respectable adults… as we try to do the best we can figuring shit out as we go. 

Each moment good and bad, needs to be embraced and cherished for the lessons and the richness it has brought into our lives. 

I have learned that the only way to emerge from this journey without the urge to randomly lick walls, and remain straight jacket free is to always remember to simply just laugh along the way.

I thank my children, from the deepest part of my heart for helping me to learn that lesson.

Saturday, 28 April 2012

It Takes A Villiage.

I have spent much of the day reading stuff I have written on my blog, on facebook, and in my journals.  When I came across this post on FB, I really wanted to share it.
I wrote it on November 26, 2011.  It was to my son's football coaching team after the year end party.  They had a separate awards ceremony for some of the kids that might not be awarded the 'high achievement' awards that were to be given out the next day.  At this year end party, he called on each player and gave a brief sum up of what that player did for the team that year, and how they will be remembered.  It was amazing and nothing short of ALL CLASS.
As moms, it is so easy for us to be proud of our kids. It is easy for us to tell them everyday that we love them and think they are something special. While our only hope is that after the many parenting successes and the oh so many parenting failures, at the end of the day, we raised kids that are respectful, kind, and all around good citizens. That we gave them the skills they need that made them want to contribute to society and the betterment of the world around them.

As moms we also know that there is no better indicator that we are on the right track than how our kids feel about themselves, their actions, and their behaviors. We know that no matter how proud we are of them, and how special we think they are, it means absolutely nothing if they can't see it for themselves.

Today, and throughout the season, Coach James, you and your coaching staff really reached their hearts. As each brother stood at your side today and heard the words the three of you had to say... Sure, they were happy that they pleased you, sure they were happy that you were proud of them... But each and everyone of them walked away bursting with pride in themselves. Each one of them walked away knowing, and believing all the things we, as their moms have known all along.

There is nothing that fills a moms heart with joy faster than witnessing that moment when her child sees for themselves the greatness that they are.

When you go to sleep tonight, please do so knowing that today, the three of you have made a HUGE impact.

They say it takes a village to raise a child. Thanks Coach James for being a part of our village.

The Football Moms.
My son has chosen to not play football this season, but the effect of Coach James and his coaching staff will live on in our lives forever. 
Here is to the AMAZING coaches out there who are taking their jobs of teaching our kids the value of teamwork, camaraderie and being proud of their individual accomplishments very seriously.  May they see how they are leaving their mark in the world through instilling pride in the hearts of, and putting a huge smile on the faces of our children.

Wednesday, 14 March 2012

What would you like to stop doing? - Burning Question

Here is a list of things that I would really like to - once and for all - STOP doing.

  • Not going pee during the day because I am too busy to take the time.
  • Making excuses for not going to that lunch time yoga class.
  • Saying ‘yes’ when I really want to say ‘no’.
  • Forgetting to be kind to myself.
  • Shutting up and smiling when I really want to speak out.
  • Getting less than adequate hours of sleep every night.
  • Constantly worrying that other people are mad at me.
  • Forgetting to be kind to myself.
  • Giving away my power and letting other people make me feel small.
  • Sharing too much of my heart with people who don’t really give a shit.
  • Being so hard on myself for mistakes of my past.
  • Forgetting to be kind to myself.
  • Putting off stopping in at my Grandma’s house for tea.
  • Devaluing the importance of picking up the phone to have a chat with an old friend.
  • Forgetting that there are limits to what I can control.
  • Feeling so self conscious all the time.
  • Forgetting to be kind to myself.
  • Selling myself short.
  • Letting the wrong people into my Soul House then politely watch as they start fuckin with my shit.
  • Worrying more about what others think than what I know to be true for me.
  • Forgetting to be kind to myself.
  • Letting things distract me from doing what really brings me peace.
  • Rushing around constantly trying to catch up to life and trying to keep up with all our commitments that I forget the importance of just stopping to be present in this moment.
  • Forgetting to be kind to myself.
  • Lying in bed at night thinking of all the things I should have done, but just didn’t get to.
  • Shame…  Feeling it, inflicting it, witnessing it, being anywhere near it.
  • Putting on those damn terrorist glasses and seeing myself and the world through their tainted lenses.
  • Forgetting to be kind to myself… especially when I forget and then go and do something that I so publicly said I wanted to stop doing.
Today is Day one.  The day that I break away from all that is holding me back to grab onto all that will pull me forward. 

The day that I remember that I get to choose. 
I choose love.
I choose life. 
I choose joy.
I choose happiness.
I choose laughter. 
I choose kindness.
I choose forgiveness.
I choose bliss.

I choose peace.

The cage is open.

In response to: The Burning Question from Danielle LaPorte ...

Thursday, 23 February 2012

To My Teenage Boys:

You know that I love you, and that I am so SO very proud of you!  My life is a whole lot richer because you are in it, I consider myself so lucky that I get to be your mom.  As we go on in life, and you reach for the moon, and shoot for the stars… know that I will be your biggest supporter, and your loudest cheerleader.  I want nothing more for you than for you to fulfill your wildest dreams, and live a life that makes your heart SING on a daily basis.  As ‘Mom’ … it is my job to cultivate you from infancy into adulthood and then to set you loose on the world as one who will contribute to the betterment of society.  I take pride in that.
But, before that glorious ‘set you loose on the world as one who will contribute to the betterment of society’ day… we have a few things to sort out to ensure you actually do MAKE IT to that day. 
It seems we have been having some communication issues.  I feel that my face to face method… the one I have used for all your lives doesn’t seem to be working.  I am pretty sure that, after all these years that I must be sounding a little like Charlie Brown’s teacher to you… and hey, I can relate… I am reasonable, as I was once a kid too.  So…  here it is… my last ditch effort to reach you.  Since you spend so much time on the internet… I decided to try to get through to you via cyber space… goodness knows talking, reasoning,  yelling, freaking out, throwing things, grounding, taking away stuff and dropping the occasional ‘f’ bomb has lost its effectiveness…
This list conveys only the MINIMUM required behaviors and expectations and includes, but is not limited to issues that I have had to repeatedly remind you of over the past few months.  Learn it.  Live it.
Here goes:
1.       This list is NON-NEGOTIABLE.

2.       I, as your mother/step -mother, reserve the right to append to this list as I see fit. If you have a problem with that, see number 1.

3.       It is Homework – then video games.  No exceptions.

4.       You have a cell phone so that I can get ahold of you… whenever I need to…  It is in your best interest to answer it when I call.  Consider this: If I cannot reach you on your cell phone when I need to, then there really is no point in you having it.  Furthermore ‘it was charging in my room’ and ‘I had it on silent’ are NOT valid excuses.  If the battery is dead from the web surfing, texting and app playing, that can easily be rectified by exchanging it for a ‘Motorola flip’.  I happen to have one on hand.  No.  I am not kidding.
a.       Remember… It is never to be assumed that you no longer need to tell me where you are going because you have a cell phone.  You have it so I can reach you, NOT so I can try to track you down.

5.       When you go to the bathroom. Flush. It is simple. If you tinkle on the seat, clean it up. I guarantee you that none of your family members wishes to sit in your pee any more than you would wish to sit in theirs.  Show some respect.  You share that space.

6.       Socks and underwear NEVER belong on bathroom floors, ever. Wet towels NEVER belong on bedroom floors, ever…  and you DO NOT need a clean towel every day.

7.       You do not need a new glass every time you get a drink of water, and there should never be a need for me to round up glasses from bedrooms because there are not enough in the cupboard for dinner.  You have a water bottle.  Use it.

8.       Bedrooms are to be kept tidy.  Dishes and recycle cans removed when you are done with them.  Garbage belongs in the garbage can... NOT on the floor.  This is our home. Respect it.

9.       That thing… in the counter… next to the sink… It is called a dishwasher.  If it is full of dirty dishes, run it.  If it is full of clean dishes, empty it.  But we should NEVER come home to stacks of dirty dishes piled up on the counters.  Keep in mind, the aforementioned ‘sink’ is also a viable option for cleaning dishes.  When I come home to a full dishwasher, and stacks of dishes on the counter, I am not above emptying the dirty dishwasher, and letting you get a really good feel for how the sink works.  Perhaps that would make you appreciate how handy the dish washer actually is.

10.   Laundry in our house is done on weekends.  I wash.  I dry.  I fold.  YOU put away.  If ‘that’ shirt is missing from your closet, check the living room because chances are, it never made it to the closet after it was washed, dried and folded.   If it is dirty because it didn’t make it into the laundry on laundry day… then you have two choices…
a.       Wait until after next laundry day to wear it
b.      Run a load yourself…
PLEASE NOTE: storming around the house mad because that shirt can’t be found, or isn’t clean does not appear to be one of your choices.
11.   Our home is to be entered and exited from DOORS ONLY.  If you forget, lose, or misplace your key, you wait until one of your siblings gets home to let you in.  Climbing in windows is NOT acceptable.

12.   Cell phones, internet access, food, water and a warm bed are your payments for babysitting your sisters.  That is it.  We are a family, and we look out for each other, we help each other. End of story…  Babysitting is included in that.  IF I should decide that a little extra something is deserved for a job well done, it is at MY discretion…  Never, ever assume it is a given, because it isn’t.  If you have a problem with this, see number 1.  If you still have a problem with this, keep in mind that ‘cell phone and internet access’ CAN be revoked at any time.

13.   I am not your maid.  Your dad is not your maid.  Your Nana is not your maid.  The cleaning service that comes here once a week to clean the bathrooms… they are not your maids.  You DO NOT have a maid.  Govern yourselves accordingly…  (ie) pick up your shit.

14.   Shoveling, mowing, garbage, recycling, and taking out the refundable bottles ARE in fact YOUR jobs.  Sighing or protesting when you are reminded to do it will be met with a longer list of tasks that will include, but is not limited to:
a.       Cleaning the garage
b.      Cleaning up the doggy doo in the back yard
c.       Cleaning the fridge
d.      Cleaning the basement.

15.   You must keep in mind that the law only requires me to feed you, clothe you (and not necessarily in brand names), that I provide you with a home, and that I ensure you get an education.  It is STRONGLY advised that you DO NOT approach me with any sort of Christmas list in freaking February…  I am not above donating a whole bunch of stuff that is currently in my home to kids who would be a little more grateful to have it.

So my loves… there you have it.  Know that I too am reaching for the stars and shooting for the moon.  Your support and encouragement in the form of complying with the above list would be greatly appreciated.  I know I was put here on this earth to be your mom.  That I do not question.  Not even for a minute… but you must understand, I have other purposes too.

I love you to the moon and back.
Your mom.

Tuesday, 21 February 2012

What's one dumb thing you used to believe in? - Burning Question

What’s one dumb thing you used to believe in?
I used to think that unfaltering, unquestioned, and unwavering loyalty would get you to someplace really REALLY good.  That it was the key to being successful in your career, successful in your marriage, successful in your friendships… which, to me all equated to ‘successful in life’... The promised land…  I believed this SO whole heartedly, that it made me blind and nonchalant to the ‘unreciprocated ‘part.

What I now know to be true. 
There is no such thing as a ‘loyalty prize’.  There is no ‘loyalty’ awards ceremony where you get recognized for your selfless acts of devotedness. Loyalty, it turns out, is a two way street.  It is give, and it is take.  What I also realized... is if you aren’t loyal to yourself first, then you are selling out.  If you live to meet other's expectations, then it is ALWAYS at the expense of your own happiness, your own sense of fulfilment, your own peace, and your own joy.
However, when loyalty is reciprocated, respected and honored, when it is a two way street, when there is give and take …  It can be an unstoppable force.  It can be huge, exciting, productive, and ‘knock your socks off’ earth shatteringly amazing… And… THAT is what truly lies on the path to ALL that is really really good.
The TRUTH is 'Sucessful in life' equals 'being true and loyal to yourself ...' No. Matter. What. 

Sunday, 19 February 2012

Conversations with a Rokstar

So.  I am going to write a book and call it “Conversations with a Rokstar”.  This is my life with this guy who makes me laugh my ass off … pretty much EVERY day.

  • Chapter One: Why the Dead Sea is going to dry up by next Tuesday.
  • Chapter Two: In the Zombie Apocalypse, don’t expect me to save your ass because your refusal to watch scary movies leaves you uneducated.
  • Chapter Three: Next decade, when we are all dead and gone and only the wild animals remain, don’t say I didn’t warn you.
  • Chapter Four: The eleventh commandment – Thou shalt not cover thine sandwich – a commentary on open faced buns at church functions.
  • Chapter Five: Hey.  This chicken looks like a vagina.
  • Chapter Six: I married you for your hot ass, I didn’t know you were a princess.
  • Chapter Seven: The only reason to become a doctor is for the naked chicks and the nice car… maybe I will become a pimp.
  • Chapter Eight:  My testicles are huge today.  I think I will spend my day riding around on the back of a Dodge 4X4.
  • Chapter Nine: I’ve been working hard on my number one hit – “I’ve got youuuuu… tied up in my basement.”
… More to come …