Friday, February 27, 2015

I Am So There

Just about every other day, I check Bryan Adams' website because, you know, we don't see each other often and are no longer Facebook friends since I unfriended Facebook. Last night, I got the best news. He's coming to Phoenix in May 19th! Last time it was difficult to find a date to his concert, but my Canadian friend Christine drove all the way to Tucson with me. It turned out to be awesome (as I knew it would be), and she had as much fun as I did.

This time (great, I'll sing that song all night!), if no one wants to go I will go alone. Just like how I should have gone to see She & Him when I wanted to but no friends were up for it. After an acquaintance posted from that concert on Facebook, I vowed to never again miss out on something I really wanted to go to only because I didn't want to go alone.

So you know where I'll be on May 19th. And I'm getting a good seat.

Thursday, February 26, 2015

A Body in Motion

Now that I'm back to running on a regular schedule, I'm feeling stronger. I'm "good-sore" and love that. It reminds me I not only made an effort, but I worked hard. It's like my body is thanking me.

In addition, I feel more accomplished, and I'm also accomplishing more. It's true that a body in motion tends to stay in motion because I get home, shower, eat breakfast and breeze through my early morning menial tasks such as cleaning breakfast dishes and getting lunches and bags packed. When I "sleep in," I move more slowly and feel less ambitious. Without exercise, I'm less efficient and borderline lazy, and that doesn't do anything to boost my mood.

Which brings me to yet another benefit of regular exercise. I'm more content. I normally don't regret a run or workout, but I always regret skipping one or not being able to finish a run strong. It feels good to know I'm taking care of myself and making time for myself which, in turn, makes me more attentive and productive to my family.

Quite simply, exercise makes me better.

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Plot Twist

Substitute teaching is filled with surprises.

This morning I showed up at a school for my assignment in second grade, and the office lady asked if I knew the details. I didn't know what she meant, so she informed me that I would be spending only the morning in second grade. The rest of my day would be in another grade.

Um, which grade?!

Turns out I had nothing to fear because I later learned I was filling in for a fourth grade teacher after lunch. I like fourth graders, and that second grade class was quite chatty. Things worked out swimmingly. 

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Well That Was Embarrassing.

The kids' school is applying for a designation from a state foundation that celebrates excellence in schools, and weeks ago our teachers and principal worked hard to submit a thirty-page application. Upon review, the foundation moved our school to the next level and scheduled a site visit. It's a big deal to a lot of people, but by now you know I don't care much for titles and awards and, basically, a bunch of hullabaloo. There's been a lot of fuss at school lately from deep cleaning dark corners to organizing closets to beautifying the teachers' lounge. I understand the prestige this designation holds and how having it would positively impact the school's enrollment and...well, is there anything else it would do? Maybe. I just don't know what.

In any case, three judges visited the school yesterday to meet with the teachers, sit in on classes, and get a feel for the place, and this morning the judges met with parents to get the parents' opinions about our school. There were about fifteen to twenty parents at the meeting, and I was one of them. Which one was I? I was the one who didn't say anything but practically cried through the entire meeting.

I'm self-aware. I know that I feel things more than the average person. Things move me. I only wish that I was better able to rein in my emotions or even anticipate when a fall-apart is going to happen so that I can avoid those situations and, therefore, avoid the embarrassment it causes.

I was fine going into the meeting. In fact, I was more annoyed by this whole process than anything. People who really call themselves judges are invading the school and judging the teachers, the principal, the staff, the students, the appearance, the organization, everything. I  had a sort of who-do-you-think-you-are? attitude about it, but I had to keep reminding myself that the school asked for all this when they applied. So I checked my jaded attitude at the door and went in with the strategy to not talk unless they asked me a question personally. There were plenty of parents there who would say the same thing I'd say only better, so there was no reason I (someone who is easily intimidated and often says the wrong thing--See? Self-aware!) would have to speak. So I didn't. But the problem was that the others said it too well, and it was very touching to hear such kind things spoken about my kids' teachers, principal, and school.

Let's face it. I'm not a CEO or on a board of directors for a multi-million dollar company. I'm not a doctor who makes decisions that can mean life or death for someone. I'm a mom, and right now the biggest decision I make is where I send my kids to school. So to hear my peers validate my decision to send them to this school was very touching. Whether they receive the title or not, I and many others know that it truly is a school of excellence.

Immediately after the meeting, I darted for the tissue box. One of the judges approached me and said, "Would you like to add anything?" I laughed and apologized for being so emotional, and then she said, "No. It's okay. It really speaks volumes. It's about your kids and where you send them to school. That's a big deal." I smiled and agreed and said, "It is. And I wouldn't send them anywhere else." She also said watching me made her cry, and I thought, Shoot. So much for the possibility of no one noticing.

So to her, my mom, and all those like us, here's our anthem.

Monday, February 23, 2015

What a Relief

Elizabeth found out today that she has been accepted to the junior high she wants to go to. After school we took a walk to the mailbox, and when we saw the envelope we practically ripped it open with our teeth. She was happy and excited and relieved to know for sure where she will go to school next year. I'm happy she's happy and believe this will be a good move for her. Looking forward to it!

Sunday, February 22, 2015

Yet Another

I really love this song, and when I realized who shares writing credits I wasn't at all surprised. Thanks for another great tune, Ryan Tedder. The guy can write.

Saturday, February 21, 2015


My Saturday mornings are back!

I am so glad to be back to running regularly. I'm not running a lot, but I'm running three times a week and following a schedule again. Knowing I'm scheduled to do 2.5 miles forces me to run 2.5 miles. It's such a mind game, but I have to do what works. 

This morning's run at the park was lovely and invigorating. Then Aimee and I did strength. Now my muscles are tight and delightfully achy. Tomorrow they will feel worse, but I'll revel in the hurt and celebrate the small but meaningful accomplishment of completing Week 2 of our training plan.