I’ve always liked the name Mikela…

October 29th, 2008

Hawaiian Girl Returns $1000 Found in Richard Simmons Videotape
AP

HONOLULU — The best bargain at the Salvation Army thrift store in Kailua-Kona was a Richard Simmons videotape.

But Mikela Mercier, 11, decided to pass up the chance to buy the tape for a few coins after she found a surprise inside: $1,000 in $100 bills.

Mikela says that when she discovered the money while browsing through the used tapes, she immediately looked for her mom who was inside the dressing room and told her they needed to turn it in.

Store manager Jimmy Thennes put out a news release on the discovery, praising Mikela for her honesty.

Her mother, Jodi Mercier, says she is very proud of her daughter who she says knew it belonged to the Salvation Army so the agency can help more people in need.

Positive Influence

October 28th, 2008

So, I’ve given it a lot of thought and I have decided how I’m going to proceed with this blog.  At least for the next 30 days.  As I said in my last post, I wanted to do something more utilitarian, something more than just posting my random thoughts and feelings every few days weeks.

What I’ve come up with is kind of more for me than for anyone out there reading.  You see, I’ve traveled far over the past year and no, I’m not talking about literal physical distance.  I’m talking about more metaphorical traveling than point A to point B type movement.

About a year ago most people would have said I had found my calling.  Shoot, I said that.  I was happy, hopeful, light on my feet, smiling and sickeningly inspired from sun up to sun down.  At least most of the time.  I did have down moments, but I’d say I was up 90 to 95 percent of the time.  Ugh.  I think about how I was back then and I want to slap that woman.  I don’t know how people tolerated her.  I may be being too hard on myself, but either way, I’m not her anymore.

I’ve lost that up-ness about me.  I’m more down than up these days and I’m certainly not feeling inspired anymore.  That sucks.  Period.  It just plain sucks.  While I don’t want to be little miss chipper again, I really don’t like me as a downer either.   I’ve decided that what I need is some Positive Energy.  Yes, I’m borrowing that phrase from the me of a year ago… all that energy woo-woo stuff.  Despite my less then exuberant attitude these days, I do still believe in some of that woo-woo stuff and the concept of Positive Energy is one of the things I learned that I’m not letting go of anytime soon.

In an effort to increase the amount of Positive Energy or Inspiration Quotient as I’ve heard it called, I will be posting one story per day of something positive going on in the world.  It could be a story about a dog saving kittens from a house fire (totally true and ADORABLE) or it might be about some kind soul profiled in the news for their humanitarian efforts in Africa.  Little or Big, cute and cuddly or serious and shocking, I want to surround myself with good stuff.  My days can be sucky, quite frankly, because I work in a very high stress environment so I decided I needed somewhere to revel in goodness.  And since I don’t have a room made of soft pillows where kittens and bunnies roam free, this will have to do.

So, on to the first story of the day…and it’s local, at that.

Gilbert Kids Give Up Recess for Green Goals
by Emily Gersema

The second-graders who attend Gilbert’s Sonoma Ranch Elementaryare thinking green these days.

About 40 to 60 children in that grade have volunteered to give up their 15-minute morning recess, once a week to focus on keeping their school orderly, the grounds green and their Earth a better place. These meetings are a core part of their new environmental club.

Each Wednesday, the children meet during their morning recess with their sponsor, Angela Dixon, who is a social worker, and a school counselor, Nikki Boeri.

Sometimes the children spend their time discussing ways to improve their environment or cleaning up the campus. Other times they color with crayons in a coloring book that urges green thinking.

Some of the first students who came up with the idea of an environmental club were kids who at home are determined to keep their homes tidy and litter-free.

Kate Ruffley, a second grader, said she and several of her other friends rallied together to start the group.

“We really wanted to. We were like ‘Can we start an environmental club?’ Because we really want to clean up,” Kate said.

Dixon recalls the girls came to the office nearly every day for almost a week before they got approval to start their green group.

Kate looks after her 4-year-old twin sisters at home, who sometimes drop or leave trash. “I always pick it up,” she said.

Kaia Williams, another second-grader participating in the club, said she loves to clean at home. “I like to clean up our yard, our house, the bedroom, and my sister’s bedroom.”

If she could, she’d plant tomatoes and other garden vegetables at the school. But Kaia said planting some trees would be a good idea.

Dixon noted the parent pickup area gets very hot at the beginning and end of the school year, and children stand in the sun, sweating while waiting for a parent to drive up.

“If we had more shade, that would be a lot better,” she said, pointing to the sunny drive-up area.

Dixon hopes the group can either apply for funding or somehow raise money for trees.

Isn’t that great?  No, really.  Think about what these kids are doing for a minute.  They looked at the world around them and thought, “Huh, we should so something about this.  We CAN do something about this.”  They never thought, “No, we’re too young, too small, too weak.  We don’t have any money or authority.  We can’t even drive or vote.”  No, they looked at what they could do right then and there and they did it!  They campaigned for a week until someone finally gave in.  They started locally.  Good job kids, may you go on to inspire more of the same.

new stuff

October 17th, 2008

I’m going to be trying some new things out on this blog over the next few weeks so bear with me. I am going to see what it would be like to make this a more focused site. Something more utilitarian. I’m not sure what angle I’m going to take quite yet, but whatever it is, it’s gonna be awesome. :)

Stay tuned… new stuff arriving soon.

Future plans…

September 6th, 2008

I’m home sick tonight.  Michael went to a friend’s house to do guy stuff like watch “the fight” and play poker.  I was going to go, but then thought about the fact that I may be contagious and asked him to turn around and take me home.  So here I am, watching Kevin James’ standup (very funny, btw) and doing some random surfing online.  I decided to look for some green home ideas.  Here is what I found…

Pool…

Living Room…

Kitchen…

Bathroom…

Bedroom…

Patio…

Thoughts?

Something quippy

September 2nd, 2008

I decided tonight to start journaling again. I was at Barnes and Noble looking for a book when I wandered over to the blank notebook section. Journal books are my weakness. I would own a hundred if I could justify it to my checkbook. They’re magical and so pretty. Covered in pictures of birds and butterflies and neat asian prints. Instead of buying this really great one with a cool Indian design and elastic page holder, I came home and wrote in one of the many that have been languishing unused.

That’s right, I said “languishing”.

So, anyhow, I’m in the middle of an entry right now and needed a distraction because I started thinking too much, over analyzing what I was writing. I’m gonna go look at my fish now, see if I can catch my mind off guard again.

Fresh Air

August 26th, 2008

When I was a little girl, my best friend and I used to pretend that we lived in a make-believe world where we were elves. We lived in the forest and hunted for our food. We drank from rivers and had way more drama in our little lives than anyone could ever hope for. Someone was always being kidnapped or dying or running away, sometimes all in one day. We lived for that stuff. It was quite fun, actually. I think what I liked most about our little game, though was the fact that almost all of it had to be played outside. During the daytime that meant we swam in the “lake” all day in her backyard pool and at night we prowled around the neighborhood having all kinds of adventures. We would scale block walls to escape our captors or run through the park dodging this way and that as to avoid the arrows being fired our way. Poisoned arrows, mind you.

We played that game for a long long time. And even now, when I’m outside on a night like tonight I can remember how it felt to let my imagination run away with me. It was so freeing and giddy. I loved creating my character, deciding what she looked like and peppering her life story with little bits of mystery and scandal. You know, it’s strange because I look at the character that I created for myself when I was 8 years old and she’s almost exactly opposite who I’ve become as an adult. I’m sure my therapist could go on for hours on that one. Oh well, I suppose that alter ego is still somewhere inside me. I chose her for very specific reasons, some part of my subconscious was clued in even at age 8 to know what kind of person I was at my core and so she created this alternate view of who I was to allow me to venture out a little bit. I was more daring while playing make-believe that I ever was in real life. I suppose that’s something to think about even now.

P.S. Oh and if Heather is reading this, yes, that is what I’m talking about. :)

Just a Thursday night

August 21st, 2008

I don’t consider what I do for a living to be a “career”. To me, it’s a “job”. And a short term one at that. I’m not quitting tomorrow or anything, I’ve just decided to not delude myself into thinking this is going to be more than it already is. I have no real expectations at this point and I hope I can keep it that way. I did have expectations. A few weeks ago, I was thinking it would turn into something I could do for a while and hey, it might still, but I’m not going to expect it.

Monday I start seeing a counselor again. A therapist, if you will. I’m stressed. Beyond stressed and I need some guidance. You’d think I would find a life coach since that’s what I used to think they were for, but I don’t think a life coach could even help me now. I don’t need someone to ask me questions to help me find my own answer. I need someone to carry me for a little while. Someone who will say “Here, come sit on my couch. Let’s talk for a while and I’ll tell you what I think.” I found someone close to home and she’s really quite nice. She has evening hours, too. It was meant to be.

This will be the 4th therapist I’ve seen in as many years. That used to bug me, but now I think it’s kind of funny. I’ve met just the right counselors at just the right time to help me get through whatever I’m dealing with. Each one was perfectly suited to the struggle I was facing. And each and every one, different as they were, gave me something I could take away and keep forever.

Patricia, the first one I saw way back in 2004 was very sweet, but loved to challenge me too. She introduced me to “The Four Agreements”. Even now, I am looking at that book on my desk top. I pick it up and re-read specific chapters every so often to help reinforce it’s four lessons:

  • Be Impeccable with your Word
  • Don’t Take Anything Personally
  • Don’t Make Assumptions
  • Always Do Your Best

Everyone should read this book and I’m not exaggerating. It’s a life altering experience – so long as you’re willing to really get into it and accept what Mr. Ruiz is teaching. Patricia also taught me in a very sweet way to be grateful and thankful for everything in my life. When I saw her she was slowly going blind due to a degenerative condition. I believe she has since had surgery to reverse it, but man, did I ever look up to her. She was facing such hardship and yet, she was thankful and so focused on me at every visit! I’ll never forget that.

Maria, the second therapist that I crossed paths with was truly a gift from heaven. She taught me so much and was the first person to introduce me to principles like The Law of Attraction, Meditation, True Self, and she really encouraged me to look into my more spiritual nature instead of relying on “religion” to get me through things. She got me to look at faith, at learning to be quiet and allowing God to speak to me and move me. It was something that I had never dared to consider, but man, did it ever feel like home. I talked to her not too long ago. She has a practice now specializing in this kind of therapy. Unfortunately, she doesn’t take insurance, but I’m working on seeing her again, anyhow. Just because I feel like we’ve got unfinished business.

Janet, the last one I saw was such a treat. She was sweet, kind, quiet, and so wise. She also did EMDR which I took too like a fish to water. That worked some wonders. What I loved about Janet was her practical nature. If something didn’t fit into the picture, she taught me to take it out, simple as that. It’s as easy as deciding to give it up or go about that thing differently. It was hard to argue with her because she was so matter of fact. She also created a very safe place for me to reveal some of the pain from very deep inside me. EMDR helped too. It’s so much easier to share scary feelings when you can express them accurately. You feel less crazy, quite honestly.

Now, Monday I start with Terri and I have to admit, I’m curious and a bit anxious to see what I’ll learn from her. I’m at such an odd place in my life right now. I never expected to ever feel the way I do right now. I’m 5 months from turning 30 and I feel like at a crossroads and I’m staring up at the signs, one pointing left and the other pointing right. Only, the names of the two towns that I can travel to are written in a language I don’t yet understand. Notice, I said “yet”. The answer is out there, maybe Monday it’ll start to make sense.

Memories

July 17th, 2008

Got this from Melissa over at Trezza’s Take..

Here are the directions:

1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn’t matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember!

2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. If you leave a memory about me, I’ll assume you’re playing the game and I’ll come to your blog and leave one about you. If you don’t want to play on your blog, or if you don’t have a blog, I’ll leave my memory of you in my comments.

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    My name is Shari, just left my twenties and I finally feel "old enough". No kids, just a great husband who is different from me in just enough ways to keep it interesting. We don't have any pets, but reading through just a few posts will reveal that I'm obsessed with all things kitty related. What else? Born in the midwest, raised from age 6 out here in the Southwest, I love all things old fashioned, but I can't go a day without my google reader.

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