Big Daddy Tazz came to our little town on Wednesday to do his thing - making people laugh. The event was to raise awareness of mental illness, which is Tazz's "cause." He had us laughing about his suicide attempts, his bi-polar diagnosis, and his son's ADD. I know, sounds a little lacking in taste, but we were laughing so hard we had sore bellies and sore cheeks later. He encourages people to talk about these things by making them funny, you see.
I've seen Tazz perform before at a couple of different venues, and on TV. This particular time he was only performing for about 80 people, and I think his act still gets better every time. Afterwards he had a bit of a Q & A for those that wanted to ask him questions about his experiences. I was struck by how this is a person who, like Nick from the previous post, has learned to use his personal challenges to make other people's lives better. He responded to all the questions with humour, respect, and a gentle manner that made it feel like all questions were good questions. You could sense that he'd worked really hard to get where he is, and that he didn't take it for granted. In fact he talked about some of the struggles he still has, and how making other people laugh is a form of medication for him. So thanks, Tazz, for an evening of inspired laughter... and for saying my singing was "phenomenal." ;-)
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Finishing Strong
When you think you've got it pretty rough, watch this for a little inspiration. Thanks, Bev, for the forward.
And for a more "holy" version...
There's lots more on Youtube if you want it. Just search for Nick Vujicic.
And for a more "holy" version...
There's lots more on Youtube if you want it. Just search for Nick Vujicic.
hope
I learned how to set my VCR on the morning of January 20, 2009. Yep. I've had the thing for 8 years, and I've never used it to tape anything. Until now. Mr. President, here's hoping you live up to the expectations. The world is watching.
Monday, January 12, 2009
Right Where I Need to Be
Hmmmm... over a month since my last post. Ya. Sorry about that.
Ever feel like the universe is speaking to you? Like all signs are pointing to go, and there's nothing to do but seize the opportunity in front of you? Last month I heard about some beginner guitar classes happening in my community. Group adult classes, guitars provided, once-a-week, for a reasonable length of time, at a reasonable price (ie, low commitment required).
Now, if I had an official "Life List" or "Bucket List" as some call it, learning to play guitar would be on it...near the top, actually. But the hold up has been that "guitar" isn't high enough up my list of upcoming somewhat-major purchases to warrant having been purchased yet. So the "guitars provided" bit was what clinched it for me. So I signed up.
And I've been excited about it ever since. But we had our first lesson tonight, and ... I'm even more excited now! It came pretty easily, which I attribute mostly to my background in music. But I knew I was right where I needed to be when one of the songs the instructor had us start learning was one of my favorite songs - and one that I've had to have other people play for me when I've performed it. Turns out, it can be played with only 3 chords... not like the recording exactly, mind you, but it got me way more excited about the idea of practicing in between lessons! Okay, Universe, I get it already!! I'll buy a guitar!! :-)
But until I get time to shop around a little, anyone got one I could borrow?? ;-)
Ever feel like the universe is speaking to you? Like all signs are pointing to go, and there's nothing to do but seize the opportunity in front of you? Last month I heard about some beginner guitar classes happening in my community. Group adult classes, guitars provided, once-a-week, for a reasonable length of time, at a reasonable price (ie, low commitment required).
Now, if I had an official "Life List" or "Bucket List" as some call it, learning to play guitar would be on it...near the top, actually. But the hold up has been that "guitar" isn't high enough up my list of upcoming somewhat-major purchases to warrant having been purchased yet. So the "guitars provided" bit was what clinched it for me. So I signed up.
And I've been excited about it ever since. But we had our first lesson tonight, and ... I'm even more excited now! It came pretty easily, which I attribute mostly to my background in music. But I knew I was right where I needed to be when one of the songs the instructor had us start learning was one of my favorite songs - and one that I've had to have other people play for me when I've performed it. Turns out, it can be played with only 3 chords... not like the recording exactly, mind you, but it got me way more excited about the idea of practicing in between lessons! Okay, Universe, I get it already!! I'll buy a guitar!! :-)
But until I get time to shop around a little, anyone got one I could borrow?? ;-)
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
O Christmas Tree
*sigh* I'm such a delinquent with this whole blogging thing. I can tell you it's not for lack of inspiration - it's just that I'm so BUSY being inspired all the time, I could spend half a day every day telling you what's inspired me today! Okay, that may be an exaggeration, but really life is pretty good right now.
Today, I'll tell you about my change of heart. When I moved into this house 2 and a half years ago and was looking forward to my first Christmas here, I was very excited to realize that I finally have room for my very own Christmas tree! (Those of you who know me well will recognize how excited my inner control-freak got about that idea!)
I chose a pre-lit one because everyone knows that stringing the lights on that puppy is the most gruelling part next to lugging it out of the basement. Then I went out and bought "matchy-matchy" decorations - all in burgundy and gold. So pretty. So perfect. So *not* the homemade (or school-made) decorations and mismatched lights we alwyas had on the tree at home. And I have thoroughly enjoyed my tree.
This year, for the second time, I had my Little Sister over to help me decorate it, and once again, I was surprised at how quickly we were done. That's kind of chapter one of this story - the realization that I really missed having someone to decorate with on that first Christmas here. I don't often feel lonely, but I was close that night. Anyway, once again, the tree is up and I've been enjoying its prettiness thoroughly.
Then today at work, our Christmas tree got pulled out of storage, already pre-decorated. It also has matchy-matchy decorations, but since it's been pulled in and out of storage several times with the decorations on, it's beginning to look a little sad. So the kids in the daycare started making simple decorations for it: photocopied Christmas images coloured, cut out and tied to a piece of ribbon. They were so excited about hanging their decorations that I asked a couple of the girls if they would like to make some for me too. They re-appeared about half an hour later with 3 decorations for my tree, and presented them to me (shyly beaming with pride), and showing me how their names were written on the back so I'd remember who made them.
And there they are, in all their glory, hanging from my matchy-matchy tree. Guess it's not so matchy-matchy any more. And you know what? I like it that way!
Today, I'll tell you about my change of heart. When I moved into this house 2 and a half years ago and was looking forward to my first Christmas here, I was very excited to realize that I finally have room for my very own Christmas tree! (Those of you who know me well will recognize how excited my inner control-freak got about that idea!)
I chose a pre-lit one because everyone knows that stringing the lights on that puppy is the most gruelling part next to lugging it out of the basement. Then I went out and bought "matchy-matchy" decorations - all in burgundy and gold. So pretty. So perfect. So *not* the homemade (or school-made) decorations and mismatched lights we alwyas had on the tree at home. And I have thoroughly enjoyed my tree.
This year, for the second time, I had my Little Sister over to help me decorate it, and once again, I was surprised at how quickly we were done. That's kind of chapter one of this story - the realization that I really missed having someone to decorate with on that first Christmas here. I don't often feel lonely, but I was close that night. Anyway, once again, the tree is up and I've been enjoying its prettiness thoroughly.
Then today at work, our Christmas tree got pulled out of storage, already pre-decorated. It also has matchy-matchy decorations, but since it's been pulled in and out of storage several times with the decorations on, it's beginning to look a little sad. So the kids in the daycare started making simple decorations for it: photocopied Christmas images coloured, cut out and tied to a piece of ribbon. They were so excited about hanging their decorations that I asked a couple of the girls if they would like to make some for me too. They re-appeared about half an hour later with 3 decorations for my tree, and presented them to me (shyly beaming with pride), and showing me how their names were written on the back so I'd remember who made them.
And there they are, in all their glory, hanging from my matchy-matchy tree. Guess it's not so matchy-matchy any more. And you know what? I like it that way!
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Their little princess
Recently, my parents decided it was time to sell the bed and dresser that have been in my room for the last 20 or 25 years. I'm alright with the idea in my head, but a little sad in my heart. I'm much more okay now that it turns out I know and love the little girl that will get to use this furniture next. But it's got me reminiscing about how very excited I was to have that room all for myself.
Prior to being in that room, I had been sharing bunkbeds with one of my brothers (maybe each of them at different stages? It's early enough in my life that my memories are a bit foggy.) When it came time to get *my* room ready, my parents asked me what colour I wanted it to be. Purple was my favorite colour at the time, so clearly, the only logical response was PURPLE! My parents, in their wisdom, chose a cheery, lighter mauve colour, with accents of purple throughout the room.
They also did some pretty cool things with a *very* small space, including:
-a window seat/storage bench that was the envy of all my female friends and cousins
-a homework desk and shelves built into a tiny corner
-a closet that was built out over the stairs so as not to take up any more space IN the room for storage
-cork over the door to the crawlspace, so I had my own little bulletin board
-a dresser scarf, with tatted trim and embroidery,lovingly created by my mom
-a homemade bedspread to match the trim on the homemade curtains and the homemade curtains.
-re-used string art (from an old (4-H?) project of my mom's - we (my mom and I) recovered it with purple fabric, and used leftover yarn from the afghan my grandma made to match the room. That in itself was pretty cool - being invited to help create the space that was going to be mine.
In short, it was very "matchy-matchy!" :-) It was also a haven for me throughout my childhood and teenage years. It was rarely clean. In fact there was sometimes no floor space to walk on for all the clothes strewn about, and sometimes it was hard to tell what colour the walls were behind the posters (horses, Kirk Cameron, and the cast of 90210 come to mind ... LOL!) But it was all mine. And the thought and creativity that went in to making it "just for me" was just another example of how hard my parents worked to let me know that I was significant, that my opinions mattered, and that I deserved my own space.
Even now, after I've been living away from home for over 12 years, my mom checked with me to make sure I was okay with selling the furniture. It's clearly *their* house, but that will always be "Allison's room" ... and there's still a little ceramic nameplate on the door, with stickers all over it, to prove it. :-)
Thanks Mom and Dad, for the thought and hard work that went in to creating a space for your "little princess." I'm excited to see how M likes her new "big girl bed" and dresser! :-)
Prior to being in that room, I had been sharing bunkbeds with one of my brothers (maybe each of them at different stages? It's early enough in my life that my memories are a bit foggy.) When it came time to get *my* room ready, my parents asked me what colour I wanted it to be. Purple was my favorite colour at the time, so clearly, the only logical response was PURPLE! My parents, in their wisdom, chose a cheery, lighter mauve colour, with accents of purple throughout the room.
They also did some pretty cool things with a *very* small space, including:
-a window seat/storage bench that was the envy of all my female friends and cousins
-a homework desk and shelves built into a tiny corner
-a closet that was built out over the stairs so as not to take up any more space IN the room for storage
-cork over the door to the crawlspace, so I had my own little bulletin board
-a dresser scarf, with tatted trim and embroidery,lovingly created by my mom
-a homemade bedspread to match the trim on the homemade curtains and the homemade curtains.
-re-used string art (from an old (4-H?) project of my mom's - we (my mom and I) recovered it with purple fabric, and used leftover yarn from the afghan my grandma made to match the room. That in itself was pretty cool - being invited to help create the space that was going to be mine.
In short, it was very "matchy-matchy!" :-) It was also a haven for me throughout my childhood and teenage years. It was rarely clean. In fact there was sometimes no floor space to walk on for all the clothes strewn about, and sometimes it was hard to tell what colour the walls were behind the posters (horses, Kirk Cameron, and the cast of 90210 come to mind ... LOL!) But it was all mine. And the thought and creativity that went in to making it "just for me" was just another example of how hard my parents worked to let me know that I was significant, that my opinions mattered, and that I deserved my own space.
Even now, after I've been living away from home for over 12 years, my mom checked with me to make sure I was okay with selling the furniture. It's clearly *their* house, but that will always be "Allison's room" ... and there's still a little ceramic nameplate on the door, with stickers all over it, to prove it. :-)
Thanks Mom and Dad, for the thought and hard work that went in to creating a space for your "little princess." I'm excited to see how M likes her new "big girl bed" and dresser! :-)
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